SEDUCTION OF MY FIRST COUSIN – part 4 SeXStoRY

All of my stories are based on events that I've actually lived. Some are totally true and others are true up to a point. It's your challenge to figure out where reality ends and fantasy begins! With that being said…read on! Here I was, being a real dick tease to him, and he was being so sweet and thoughtful to me! There was something in his eyes that told me he was really concerned about my feelings. That touch on my shoulders had sent a shiver through my body and goose bumps popped up all over my arms and legs. Was it some sort of magic he possessed? My lips started to quiver and then I felt them gather as my tears started to flow freely down my cheeks. He looked at me as his eyes began to glisten and said, “Aw Honey, don’t cry!” That’s when his hands lifted from my shoulders and he embraced me firmly inside of his arms. Reaching around him, I hugged his waist and buried my face into his shoulder as I wept quietly until my emotions settled. The entire time I was crying he was whispering calmly into my ear, “It’s OK. You’re going to be alright. Don’t be upset. Just breathe!” Oh my God, he was so wonderful! Finally, my tears stopped and my body quit shaking. With my arms still around him, he leaned back with his upper body and put his hands on either side of my face, kissed me on my forehead and said, “There, all better now?” Then, lowering his face, he kissed me; first on one cheek and then the other. His last words, before he dropped his hands from my face were, “No more tears now, OK?” I could have just melted at that point, and I probably would have, except his arms went back around my lower torso and we were standing there holding each other as he looked at me and said with a cheerful voice, “Now…let’s go have a good time! Are you up for it?” I shook my head yes and he reached up and gently wiped a last tear from my cheek. Releasing his grip with the other hand, he stepped back, turned and offered me his arm once again. Sliding my hand in the crook of his elbow, I gripped his arm and gave it a squeeze, as my way of saying thank you for caring for me. He reached over with his other hand and patted mine, letting me know he understood. To my surprise, he didn’t put that hand back to his side. Instead, he left it on top of mine as we began walking around the circuit and looking at the various cars and all the different vendor booths. Having recovered from my meltdown, I all of a sudden felt more grown up. Knowing that someone could care that much about me, and wasn’t embarrassed to put my needs ahead of his manliness, no matter how many people were looking at him, had stirred a new emotion deep within me. In fact, his actions back there had shown me what a REAL man was like. Not all macho and “gorilla chest pumping,” like all the boys at school. A real man was sweet, tender, caring, protective, and most of all loving! What had started out as innocent flirting had quickly turned into a monster which had grown beyond my level of experience. Not knowing how to handle it had caused me to regress to c***dish schoolyard antics; make the boy jealous! He didn’t deserve that kind of behavior, no matter what he was doing in the bathroom. I decided, right then and there, that I would change my tactics. It was time I learned how to use the effect of my sexuality on others, to feed my own sensuality, so it would secrete from every cell of my being and work FOR me and not against me! I know I was only two months short of fif***n, but I could still strive to make Randy proud to have me on his arm while at the same time not penalizing him for being such a gentleman. Remembering that I had just cried my eyes out, and my makeup was probably a disaster, I told Randy I needed to go to the ladies room and fix my makeup. He said, “OK, I think it’s over there,” pointing to the back corner of the convention center. “Let’s go down this aisle and work our way across.” Still holding my hand to his arm, he pulled me in the new direction. As we walked down the lane, I couldn’t help but think about all that had happened so far. WHO WAS THIS GUY I was with? What planet did he come from? Why was he so fixed on taking care of my needs? I couldn’t help but wonder, what was his plan, or did he even have a plan? How could he be so into me and not have ulterior motives? After all, he may be nice and all, but he’s still a man! I wanted to kick myself for even ENTERTAINING the idea that his intentions were not pure! How could I? After all, outside of looking at my body, he had been nothing but respectful towards me. Well…there was that masturbation thing in the bathroom, but maybe he wasn’t jacking off while thinking about a fou****n-year-old, who happened to be his first cousin! Maybe he just had an addiction to cumming, like I did, and he was standing in there rubbing one off while he looked at pictures he carried around in his wallet! When you think about it, so what if he was thinking about a y***g teenager while he stroked his obviously big cock? How could he be expected not to, given the way one had been flaunting herself in front of him. It was equally taboo for me; the actions and thoughts I had carried out so far today. And, I had no room to condemn him for masturbating while thinking about his cousin. After all, even though I wasn’t sure he had noticed I was braless when he smelled my neck, I was certain he got an eyeful when we were sitting in the swing. As close as I was sitting next to him, there was no way, given our height difference, that he could avoid looking down my shirt and seeing my little titties with their hard little nipples that I had just pinched and tugged a couple of minutes before! How could I be certain, you might ask? Well, the fact that I could feel a warm breeze from his breath blowing down my shirt and across my chest, pretty much gave it away that he was looking down! As I was feeling that breeze, I was also feeling a little trickle of moisture escaping from my pussy. By the time he put his hand on my knee, I wanted to shove my hand down inside my panties and rub myself to an orgasm while he watched me! It was only by the grace of Grandma, calling us to lunch, that I was able to contain myself. But, just like Randy had been a naughty boy in the bathroom, I had been a naughty girl too. You see, the reason it took me so long to get ready to go on our outing was not solely from fixing my hair, putting makeup on and changing clothes. I had all that done in about five minutes. The rest of the delay started when I stepped in front of the mirror to check my outfit. When I saw that hot girl looking back at me in the mirror, with long tanned legs and sexy high heels, and I thought about all that had happened that morning, my clean, dry panties starting getting all wet again. The longer I stood there and switched poses, the wetter I got. Finally, I had to unbutton my little shorts and feel my panties to see if I needed to change again. When my fingers touched the wetness at the entrance to my little pussy, a bolt of electricity shot through my clitoris. With two of my fingers near my pussy hole, I used my thumb to press on my clit in hopes of stopping the itch that had developed. But that only made it worse and I raised my hand a bit and shoved it inside my panties to scratch the itch. By the second or third “scratch,” two fingers of my right hand was drawing little circles around my clit while my left hand was pushing my shorts and panties over my ass and down to my knees. Turning around, and without breaking my rhythm, I backed over with little steps and lay back on the bed with my feet on the floor. I was too far gone now! The tension that had been building all morning needed to be released. Pretty soon, my other hand found its way under my blouse and started massaging my little mounds why paying particular attention to the hard little buttons that were begging to be pressed. Raising my head up, so I could watch my fingers working my clit, I noticed the door to the bedroom was wide open. The safe thing to do was stop, get up and close it. After all, Randy could come back in the house for something and he would see me masturbating and playing with my little titties. The risk of getting caught had become part of the excitement over the two plus years since I had discovered how to “entertain” myself. It made my hand move faster, which made this little masturbation addict take it to the next level. Knowing I was short on time, I needed to employ an additional technique. If I was going to get caught, I may as well get caught doing it all. Ceasing all action, I used both hands to scoot myself all the way up onto the bed and then pull my shorts and panties the rest of the way down to my ankles. Putting my shoes heel to heel, I pulled my feet up as far as I could while bending my knees and then let my knees drop to the bed which opened up my pussy for the world to see! Dipping two fingers into my pussy, I brought them back to my mouth, tasted my juices and then put them back to work on my clit. Now, while rubbing with two fingers of my right hand, I shoved the middle finger of my left hand into the cavern as deep as I could and swabbed it around. When I pulled it out it was covered with a white, cream like lubricate. Immediately I rubbed it all around my tight little anus and then began to work my fingertip in and out until I could get a good portion of my finger up my ass. My thumb, feeling left out, pushed into my soaking wet pussy and I started to massage the internal tissue of both cavities between my finger and my thumb. This, in addition to the gyrations of my other hand, ALWAYS brought me to a quick and intense orgasm. My right hand was reaching sound barrier speeds and I was switching my focal point between the door, to see if Randy might be watching, and to how sexy I looked with my black short-shorts and little white cotton panties wrapped around my bright red heels. My clit was sending little tickles into my thighs and behind my knees. When I pinched my anus and pussy together I could have sworn I was squeezing my nipples because that’s where I felt the sensation. All of a sudden, the tickles in my knees dipped down to my feet and started climbing back up my legs. There was a feeling like “pure joy” was trying to push its way out from deep within the area between my clit and my belly button. It all felt like I was on a roller coaster and I was about to reach the top of the highest peak! Slowing my rhythm, I slowed down the coaster; the same way as the chain labors to pull them up that last few feet. Right before my internal coaster curled over the top, I stopped it and held my breath. Reading all of those letters to Penthouse had taught me well and given me a multitude of techniques to draw on; edging was one of my favorites! After letting my coaster slip back down the track a few feet, I slowly inched it back up to the peak before putting the brakes on a second time. This time I only let it roll back a few inches before I gave my clit a slow motion rotation, while at the same time, pinching my other fingers together. The hook on the chain latched onto the axle and began to tug. My toes curled and my legs tensed as the front car of the coaster slipped over the uppermost bend in the track. As I shot down the steep slope, my stomach seemed to drop away from my body and was replaced with a flood of warmth generating out from my pussy! Within nanoseconds, every nook and cranny of my body was filled with pleasure. My anus and pussy were clamping and releasing on my fingers as I pressed down hard with the two fingers on my clit and rubbed in slow big circles. Trying hard but failing, I was unable to stop the first moan of “Oh my God,” but clamping my jaws together I was able to turn my normal “OH, OH, OH’s into Mmm, Mmm, Mmm’s!” With each contraction I looked at the doorway in hopes that Randy had come in to see why I was taking so long. If he would have, I would have shouted, “FUCK ME NOW!” The only thing that would have made that orgasm better was if it was followed by my first penetration of a male penis, and so much the better if it was the one sported by my cousin! That’s when I heard Randy say, “What’s this?” His voice had snapped me back to reality. “HELP US RAISE MONEY FOR A WORTHY CAUSE.” He was reading a big sign hanging over a vendor’s booth as we stopped in the lane. He continued reading, “Come experience a Rapid-Fire Makeover, sponsored by Tina’s Makeover Shack; minimum $50 donation includes hair trim and style, manicure, pedicure, facial and professional makeup, regular $100 value. $100 donation includes all of the above plus full cut, color and highlights, regular $200 value. 100% of proceeds go to the Texas c***dren’s Hospital.” “That sounds like fun!” he said. “Are you game? My treat!” he asked. “Heavens no,” I answered. “That’s way too much for you to spend on me. I can just go into the ladies…” “Nonsense!” he interrupted. “Besides, after what you went through back there, I think you deserve a little pampering!” About that time, applause and cat-calls rang out from a crowd gathered around the makeover booth. I was about to go into a panic attack. All those people were watching while they did the makeovers? I was enjoying putting my assets on display for Randy and a few people at a time, but a big crowd? I didn’t think so! Just as I was turning to tell Randy I couldn’t do this, a very beautiful woman, probably around 30 years old, walked up and introduced herself as Tina. She was almost as tall as Randy, wearing a western style miniskirt with short cowgirl boots. Her legs were bare and she was sporting a 36-Cish rack which was pressing her frilly blouse to the max. She was pretty hot and was actually turning me on a little! She looked at Randy and asked, “Are you considering making a donation, it’s for a very worthy cause?” “I can assure you we’ll treat your lady like royalty!” Then before Randy could answer, she looked at me and said, “My word girl, what happened to you? Your mascara’s a mess!” “Oh, nothing really, it was just silly. I was crying because I did a stupid thing.” I answered. Before Tina could ask what it was that I did, Randy spoke up and said, “It wasn’t stupid.” He patted my hand he was still holding and gave it a little squeeze. “She got her heel caught in a floor grate over by the entrance, and it caused her to twist her ankle. It was quite painful!” With real concern, Tina asked me, “Are you alright Honey? Do you need some ice?” I started to shake my head no when Randy spoke up again, “That would be great. It was her left one!” “Perhaps you could put some ice on it while you’re GIVING HER THE WORKS!?” as he plopped down two, $100 bills! “EXCELLENT, I’ll take good care of her!” Tina said while looking at Randy. Then she took my outside arm and led me away. As Randy let go of my other hand, and my arm pulled away from his, I looked at him, a little confused, and a little scared. I think all Randy saw was the fear, because as I walked away I heard him say, “Have fun Babe! I’ll be right over there watching.” The confusion was over Randy. Why was he manufacturing a lie to cover up for my immature actions? The fright had to do with the large crowd that had been clapping and barking at the last person on this little stage I was being led to. The confusion cleared up as I looked into Randy’s eyes as Tina led me away. All he was doing was telling a little fib in order to protect my dignity, and guard me from embarrassment. I knew it was impossible, but I began to wish we weren’t cousins because I could easily fall in love with this guy! The fear was another story. But the crowd had dwindled down somewhat since there was no action on the stage while Tina was talking to us; so I began to relax a little. That was until Tina said, “Stand tall for me Amy. Heel of your right foot against the instep of your left, toes out a bit, now twist your body slightly to the right, look at me and smile.” Several flashes went off. Tina said, “That was a before picture. We’ll do another one after you’re finished.” I was a little embarrassed because I think some cameras from the gathering crowd had also gone off. At the same time, it made my clit quiver thinking about what all those guys would be doing with the pictures they just snapped of a teenage girl with bare legs, wearing hot pants and FMN shoes! As I sat down in the salon chair, I took inventory of what had just happened. Randy had just lied to preserve my honor, he had just spent $200 on me, I had just had my picture taken by a bunch of guys that were probably, no…DEFINITELY going to use them for masturbation, and…to top it off, Randy had called me BABE! What the hell was going on? Before I could even start to try and figure it out, Tina clapped her hands and said, “LADIES, THIS IS MISS AMY! One Rapid-Makeover, SUPREME, PLEASE! We have a DOUBLE donor!” It sounded like she was ordering something at Dairy Queen. I was giggling at the thought of being covered in whipped cream when all of a sudden four more young women, I’ll just refer to them as girls, appeared from behind a curtain at the rear of the booth. They were all dressed the same and were all beautiful in their own right. I loved the little hot-pants jumper they were wearing. I wanted one! It was super short, white leather, and had a zipper all the way down from the mini Elvis-Style collar to the crotch. The zippers were all pulled down to the bottom of their braless cleavage which pointed a perfect V to their camel-toe pussies. The girls were all bare-legged and wearing cute little heels from Candies. I was envious and starting to feel like a foolish y***g girl, who was trying to look older than she really was, when they all four came over to me and started raving on ME and MY outfit. They were saying things like, “You are stunning GIRL!” “Where did you get those sexy red heels; love the straps!” “I wish I had your long hair!” One of the girls, who I soon discovered was the one who would be working on my feet and legs, knelt in front of me and placed her hands high up on the top of my bare thighs. Then, looking me straight in my eyes she said, in a soft, alluring voice, “I especially LOVE the way you’re wearing that cute little blouse, all tied up with just one button open. It’s just enough to spur curiosity without looking like a tramp!” Then, with an inviting smile, and a twinkle in her lovely almond shaped eyes, she let her hands slide down my thighs, over my knees and all the way to my ankles sending little shivers all the way back up to my already moist panties. As they were complimenting me, the girls were already starting in on the task at hand. They had put a short cape over my shoulders and tilted the chair back. Two girls started washing my long hair, one on either side of the sink. One of the two extremely beautiful Asian girls, had pulled little tables with bowls on them to either side of the chair and placed my hands in them to soak. Tina was applying cleansers to my face and comparing colors against my skin tone. Little Miss Touchy-Feely, after making an event out of removing my heels, had placed my feet in a foot bath with an icepack across my left ankle. (Of course, it wasn’t needed, but what was I to do?) The manicure girl started massaging my arms with lotion that smelled heavenly. Tina had wiped off the cleanser and was gently massaging the muscles in my face while the two hair girls were working on drying my hair before they applied color and highlights. The foot girl finished washing and drying my feet. She stood up and moved in close to my face. Once again placing her palms on my upper thighs, she said, “Miss Amy, you have killer legs.” I responded, “Thank you.” She continued, “And since your boyfriend paid double, you’re entitled to our special leg treatment. First I will apply a gel to your legs that will remove any hint of hair and make them as smooth as silk.” “After washing that off, I will massage your legs and feet with a lotion that will not only moisturize beyond anything you’ve ever used before, but it will increase the sensitivity of every pore when you, or someone else, touches your skin.” She spoke that last part while tilting her head and rolling her eyes toward Randy, who had pulled up a chair from the makeshift waiting area. He was sitting close enough to see pretty much everything that was going on without encroaching on the girls work space. His eyes were locked-in on the pair of hands touching my thighs like a hawk targeting a field mouse. Foot girl let her fingertips slide around to the outside of my thighs and let her thumbs creep over to the inside as she said, almost in a whisper, “And for the climax, I will rub you, I should say, ‘your legs,’ with a finishing oil that will make them shimmer like sunlight across calm water.” My breathing was beginning to become noticeable faster by the time she asked, “Are you OK with that?” “While everyone is watching?” I said, answering a question with a question. “Oh sweetie, it’s all part of the sexiness of the car show. They’ll love it!” WELL THAT WENT WITHOUT SAYING! What normal guy didn’t fantasize about a girl rubbing her hands all over another girl’s legs? At least that’s what I had read in my b*****r’s magazines. What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t asking that question because I was shy about being watched. That was exactly what I was hoping for because I knew it would not only cause a lot of guys to reach deep into their pockets, so they could adjust themselves, but it would drive Randy up the wall! I nodded and said, “OK.” No sooner had those two syllables escaped my lips, she put her thumbs under the leg of my shorts and folded up what little bit of material was below the crotch. She had me lift my leg so she could get it folded all the way around my thigh. After she did the other side, she started rubbing my legs with a gel. She was leaving no spot untouched. It had a little tingle to it which actually felt very sensual. When she reached my upper thighs, she ran her hand right along the crease between my leg and my pubic area and then underneath and along the bottom of my butt cheek. When she rubbed her hand in tight around my inner thigh, the edge of her hand brushed the sides of my pussy lips and took my breath away. When I finally exhaled, I recognized that familiar little trickle once again. She apologized. In fact, she apologized quite a few times! Randy was pretending to read a magazine but I knew he wasn’t making much progress with the article. Every time I glanced up at him, he was looking over the top of the magazine and watching Miss Feely’s every move. When she had started to rub the tops of my thighs with gel, he had laid the magazine in his lap. When I gasp for breath, he pushed his hand down on the magazine. It was obvious this was making him uncomfortable. Especially with all those sexy bare legs staring him in the face. It was making me uncomfortable too because my pussy was starting to leak again. Except for the times my friend Lori had rubbed lotion on my back while we were at the beach, I had never really been touched by another girl; especially in such sensitive areas of my body. Well…there was that ONE time at a slumber party when we were being kind of naughty and one of the girls reached over and pinched my nipple. I had liked the way that felt but hadn’t given a second thought about the girl thing. This time was different though. Was I being turned on because Randy was watching, or because this girl was obviously trying to seduce me? I had to be honest with myself, it was the latter, and I loved it! As Touchy, presuming we may as well be on a first name basis since she was basically stroking my pussy, changed from gel to lotion, I closed my eyes and remembered how I had felt earlier in the day when I was rubbing alongside my pussy lips and other tantalizing regions. After the contractions from my pussy and asshole had finally stopped squeezing my fingers, I had pushed them out and waited on my body spasms to settle down. Glancing at the clock on the dresser, I had seen it had been almost twenty minutes since I told Randy I would be ready in a couple. Pulling my knees together, I sat up and bent slightly at the waist. My body jerked as my swollen clit had gotten caught between the folds of skin around my pussy lips. I was super sensitive and every movement was setting off an aftershock! When I grabbed hold of my panties, to pull them up, they were pretty much soaked in the crotch. But being tight on time I decided to just go with it. Besides, I liked the cool sensation they produced against my pussy lips and clit, especially when it was swollen and delicate. I also had felt a wet spot on my denim shorts, but when I looked in the mirror the spot didn’t show up because of the dark color. Dang it! I felt myself getting wet AGAIN and this was going to soak my panties to the point that I had no choice but to change them before I could leave. Except this wasn’t in my day dream, it was while I was sitting in the salon chair! Touchy had been rubbing a finishing crème on my legs and while rubbing it in those tight spots, I had lubricated myself again. Because this chick had my shorts and panties jacked up past their intended design, I had leaked out and dripped on the chair. What drew me back from my memories was her lightly rubbing along the edges of my panties with a small soft cloth to clean up the evidence. She was in tight so nobody knew exactly what she was doing, except for maybe the other girls. Randy looked like he had a pretty good idea of what was going on, or at least what he was probably hoping was going on! As I was starting to blush, the Asian girl pushed the tiny cloth inside my panties with her middle finger and pressed it slightly between my pussy lips. Needless to say, this made me squirm a little and my eyes shot open as big as a night owl’s. The only difference was. I said, “Umm, instead of Whooo!” Randy was looking at me with an expression of, “What’s wrong?” written all over his face. I just smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders like I didn’t know what he was referring to. Touchy put her mouth close to my ear and said, “Don’t worry about it Honey. It happens to a lot of girls. Just leave the cloth there until we’re finished. I’ll get it before you stand up. Nobody will know!” Then she rolled the hem of my shorts back down, sat on her stool and gave my feet and “sore” ankle one last massage. My fingernails and toenails were finished and they looked wonderful. That must have happened during my little nap because I don’t remember a thing. They were the prettiest shade of pink I had ever seen. The girls had even highlighted the pink with other shades so the pink didn’t clash with my red shoes. It actually made them look hotter! Also during my little “nap dream,” the pair of hair stylists had colored in some highlights, washed and dried me again, and were tag teaming on the final trim. Tina was just starting to put the finishing touches on my lips and eyes. As the hair twins were blowing and styling for the finale, my new girlfriend, Touchy, was putting my heels back on and fastening the straps. She seemed to be having a bit too much fun, but then, so was I! It was a good thing that little cloth was between my legs because watching her swoon over my feet was making my pulse climb higher. But when she looked at me and licked her lips, for whatever reason, I clinched my pussy and let out a sigh as a tiny vibration ran down the back of my legs and into her hands. She smiled, almost as if she felt it enter her fingertips. Maybe she did, who’s to know? As Tina was putting liner around my lips, she said, “You’re a very lucky young lady!” I said, “How’s that?” She followed up with, “You’re lucky to have someone that loves you so much!” and she glanced in Randy’s direction. I was kind of at a loss for words, especially since I felt like I had been cheating a little on him with Touchy! But, when I looked his way, I felt it too when I saw that big grin on his face. Smiling at Tina, I said, “Very Lucky!” Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. Touchy lifted my feet, pushed the footrest away, stood up, reached between my legs, and pulled the little cloth from my panties as if it were a magic act! She then moved around behind the salon chair and stood with hand girl and the hair twins. Tina, standing to my side, waved her hands in my direction like a circus ring-master, and said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Princess Amy!” The crowd broke into applause as I stood up, along with a ton of wolf-whistles, and the cameras started flashing, including the one for the after picture. I was blushing as Randy walked up in front of me and Tina asked him, “So, what do you think?” He stood there, with a big smile, his eyes scanning up and down as he examined every inch of me. Finally, he said, “WOW! Amy…you look FABULOUS!” Then he reached out with one hand and I placed mine in his has he helped me from the little stage area. He pulled me over next to the hostess stand and stood me in front of a full length mirror. I was speechless. I mean…utterly speechless. I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth. I’ve always looked a couple of years older than my true age when wearing makeup, but I could easily pass as eighteen with this new look. My hair, while not much shorter, had long flowing waves that pulled it up to just below my shoulders instead of halfway down my back. I was still a brunette, but whatever they did had made my hair look richer, and the highlights made it appear that rays of sunlight were bursting from it. My eyes were hypnotic! Even I felt like I was falling into a trance. I had always thought my lips were pretty sexy but now they looked delicious and full. Tina said, “Do you like it Amy?” All I could do was shake my head up and down. That’s when Randy stepped up, offered his arm again and said, “Shall we, my Princess?” Blushing again, I grabbed his arm and said thank you to all the ladies who did my makeover. Then I turned toward Randy, stood up on my tippy toes, gave him a lingering kiss on his cheek and whispered into his ear, “Thank you!” After a pause only long enough to take a big breath I continued, “I’m I really your princess?” “Of course you are!” he said quickly and with conviction. Back up on my toes, I kissed his cheek a second time. He patted my hand with his, like he had before, and squeezing it lightly and never letting it go, we walked off down the lane. Heads were turning and wives and girlfriends were swatting at their husbands and boyfriends for looking in my direction! After we got through the crowd that had gathered around the salon for another makeover, I said to Randy, “That was amazing. Thank you SO much!” “It was my pleasure!” he responded. “I think I enjoyed that almost as much as you did!” I wanted to say something like, “Yeah, it’s a good thing you had a magazine to cover that boner in your pants!” but instead I said, “You did look like you were having a good time. There were a lot of hot girls back there.” He responded, “Yes there certainly were. But the one with the red shoes was the hottest!” There I was blushing again so I just said it, “There you go, making me blush again.” “Well, it’s true!” he said, which made my face even warmer. Then, continuing to speak he asked, “So, what was the deal with the girl rubbing on your legs all the time? She looked like she REALLY enjoyed her job!” “I know! What was up with that?” I said, trying to make it sound like she was a little annoying. Randy’s next little quip took me by surprise when he said, “Well, whatever it was, I wish I would have had that job!” “RANDY!” I said, putting a tone of utter shock in my voice as I reached up with my free hand and lightly punched him in the shoulder. Then, I think he realized what he had said and he back-pedaled a bit trying to make it into a joke by saying, “No…really…I could see myself doing that for a living. I think after a time I could learn to enjoy it. Wonder if they have an opening in that department!” I laughed and played along by saying, “Oh, you’re hilarious!” At the same time I was leaning into him, and bumping him playfully with my hip, I too was wishing those had been his hands and fingers rubbing up and down my bare legs and reaching inside my panties. About that time he turned us in a new direction and I asked, “Where are we going now?” He explained to me that Tina had told him of another worthy cause that we might be interested in and it was just down at the end of this lane. As we walked along, I knew lots of guys were looking at the young girl with hot pants, sexy super-smooth legs and red heels. One guy even ran into a display of some kind of motor oil additive and knocked the pyramid of cans over and they s**ttered all over the floor. I wondered if it was the same guy that ran into the lamp pole earlier. And as always, some of the older women were giving me a look of disapproval. It seemed most of them had older men with them that were paying more attention to me than the old lady they were with. What surprised me though, was that A LOT of younger women were giving me the once over with the same look of desire in their eyes that I had detected in Little Miss Touchy-Feely’s eyes! The booth at the end was that of a local photographer. The charity he was raising money for was the National Breast Cancer Foundation. Randy’s mom, my aunt, was a breast cancer survivor. For a $50 donation, the photographer would take two poses and give each donor a 5 x 7 print of each pose. Then, if you were interested, you could order additional prints at regular studio prices. Randy said, “Let’s get a photo to remember this incredible day and our time together!” I was really touched that he considered our time together to be so special. “Let’s do!” I said with a big smile. I thought it was going to be goofy poses or something of that sort, kind of like you do in those old photo booths. Or, maybe it was those old western photos where you dress up like saloon girls and cowboys. I wasn’t even close. Things were about to heat up and I didn’t have a clue! Randy contributed $100 so we could each have a copy of both poses. This was before the day of instant prints so we had our choice of having the prints mailed to us or picking up the prints at the studio on the following day after they had been processed. The photographer, who introduced himself as Michael, pulled a nice collared shirt from his rack and had Randy slip it on over his tee shirt. It was a nice shade of blue that complimented Randy’s tan and accented my white blouse. He picked two daffodils from a bouquet of fresh flowers that were setting on a table. One was a beautiful shade of blue that blended perfect with the shirt he had chosen for Randy. The other was almost a perfect match to the pink on my fingers, toes and lips. Michael proceeded to fashion them into a small bouquet and then looked at me and asked, “May I?” Giving him a nod of approval, he very carefully placed the bouquet into my hair. It was cool how the photographer was able to create that one little element that melded all the components of the photograph into one. Michael then had Randy sit on a bench and turn at an angle. Then he had me sit right next to Randy and lean back into his left shoulder. He said, “Randy, I want you to slip your left arm in around Amy’s right and take her hand.” “Interlock your fingers please!” I hesitated, just as I felt Randy hesitate. The interlock handhold was usually reserved for the boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife relationship. It was weird, but interlocking our fingers, to me anyways, seemed like we would be crossing that line from cousins/siblings to something much more. Slowly, as if they had a mind of their own, our fingers started to intertwine until we were bonded as one. I had never felt so good about touching someone. “Randy, look down at your lady, and Amy, tilt your head and roll your eyes toward your man.” I could feel Randy’s heart beating against my back and I could have sworn his heart rate increased when the photographer said to look at your lady. I know I felt something strong when I was told to look at my man. “Smile at each other you guys; you’re such a good looking couple.” The flashes fired off and that pose was finished. “OK, guys, let’s try something different now,” said Michael. “In fact, you two are such a perfect fit, I think we can do something that’s a little more intimate.” “What did that mean?” I thought to myself. I was hoping this didn’t include my shorts touching Randy in any way because I was sure my growing wetness was beginning to soak through my denim shorts. Thank goodness they were black so a wet spot was less likely to show up in the photograph. Michael continued with his instructions. “Randy, let’s have you sit in this recliner, kick out the footrest, and push back about half way.” “Amy, you’re going to sit on the right arm of the recliner, put your legs over Randy’s lap, and lay back into his right shoulder while he puts his right arm around you and puts his left hand on your leg.” “Oh, God,” I thought, as my heart was about to pound out of my blouse. I was hoping I hadn’t leaked through the back of my shorts. I sure didn’t want to leave a puddle behind when I got up off that armrest. After Randy was settled in the chair, I crawled up on the armrest and put my legs across his lap as I was instructed. As I settled down and let Randy take the weight of my legs, I was freaking out about my wet spot being detected until I noticed an obstruction was keeping my left leg from lying down all the way. Randy had a raging boner! There was no keeping the elephant out of the room at this point, so I leaned in close to Randy’s ear and asked, “Is this turning you on?” He looked at me blushing and said, “What do you think!” I adjusted myself as gingerly as I could, so I wouldn’t hurt him, and let out a little giggle. When he heard me giggle, he pinched me in my side, which made me jump, which made him groan, which made me say, “Sorry!” All I can say is, thank goodness I decided to wear panties, because if I hadn’t of, I would be leaking my juices all down my legs and onto Randy’s hardon. Finally we were in position. At least that’s what I thought. “One more little adjustment,” said Michael. “Amy, can you cross your left leg over your right and hook your feet together?” I did. “Now Randy, I need you to let your left hand wrap over Amy’s left leg and tuck you fingertips between her thighs.” OH MY GOD! What was next? Was he going to have Randy reach up the leg of my shorts and finger my pussy? Even though that sounded like an excellent idea at this point, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Nevertheless, just the thought of Randy exploring my pussy released another little trickle of my sticky juices. And, when I felt Randy’s fingers pushing between the soft skin of my inner thighs, I released a little more. “OK! Finally, I think we’re ready. On three, I want you to kiss each other; one, two, three!” And…nothing, I was totally frozen in the moment. I had also felt Randy’s body tense when the photographer told us to kiss. I don’t think either one of us knew what to do. Could we just smile at each other and be done with this? The photographer, Michael, said, “Come on guys, don’t be shy, you two love each other…KISS!” He counted again, a little louder this time, “One, two, three, and…” We gave each other a fast smack on the lips but there was no fast flash of the camera! Michael said, “Hold it there. Let’s try that again. This time I need you to hold the kiss longer so I have a chance to capture it. I’ve got a quick trigger finger but not that quick!” Randy looked directly into my eyes and said, “OK, let’s get it right this time. Just pretend we’re playing a part in a movie.” I smiled and shook my head nervously. The photographer said, “Ready…on my count.” I felt Randy’s body relax, which helped me to relax. Before I even heard the number two, I had closed my eyes, and our lips, slightly parted, had joined and we were pressing sensually into one another. The next thing I heard was, “Thank you guys. That was perfect!” I didn’t want it to end. Was he sure he got the shot? “Snap another two or three while we’ve got the pose,” was what was being yelled inside my head. “HEY!” I thought. “Randy hadn’t broken contact either.” Lingering for probably another count of three, or six, we finally separated our lips. But I didn’t want to move off of Randy’s lap. The hard bulge under my leg was throbbing and I had gushed a big spoonful of juice from my pussy. I knew what an orgasm felt like. After all, I had just had a powerful one just a few hours ago. And, for such a young age, I had probably experienced more than my share. While this was no orgasm by those standards, what I was feeling at this moment was better than any orgasm I had ever had! We both just paused in that position, looking into each other’s eyes. I was trying to figure out what just happened. Randy also seemed to be in some sort of trance. Finally, Randy blinked and gave my inner thigh a couple of little squeezes and said, “Come on Princess, it’s time to go.” My heart jumped when he called me Princess and sent those magical chills through my body for the second time that day. Goose bumps popped up all over my legs and as he pulled his fingers from between my thighs, he stroked his hand across my upper thigh, down over my knee and towards my foot. He said, “What’s this? Are you getting cold?” God that felt good when he ran his hand down my leg. His touch on my leg made those chills extend up my back, out onto my arms and all over the curves of my neck. He did possess magic! All he had to do was touch me, or call me Princess, and my body went all haywire. “Just a little chill,” I answered him as I CAREFULLY scooted off his lap. As he dropped the footrest of the recliner and stood up…that’s when I noticed it. There was a small dark spot, about the size of my palm, on the right pocket of Randy’s light colored jeans. “OH MY GOD!” my mind was racing like a greyhound chasing a bunny. “Has that been there all day long? Why haven’t I noticed it before? Is it a wet spot? Is that why it’s darker? Oh God, I’m gonna die!” Trying not to stare at the spot, so as to draw attention to it and make Randy look down, I turned sideways to him in case the spot was showing up on the back of my black shorts and put one foot on the nearby bench and proceeded to fuss with the little straps on my shoe. I was hoping his eyes would fix on my raised leg as I pretended the straps were pinching my foot. I was so stressed in the moment that I thought I was literally going to throw up. “That would work!” I thought. “Just make sure I throw up on his pocket so it covers up the evidence!” “NO! What was I thinking?” Luckily the photographer reminded Randy that he needed to remove the borrowed shirt and Randy moved over to the rack and hung it up. I could only hope that he hadn’t look down. After hanging up the shirt he went to the front counter to fill out our order form. Looking over at me, now fiddling around with my other shoe, he asked, “Would you like your copies laminated?” I thought for a second, “Now why would I need that?” “No, I don’t think so.” I answered as I walked over next to him and stood on his left side. I figured if I stood on his left I could keep his attention away from his right leg since he was always looking down my blouse at my bare little titties. He handed the order form to the photographer along with $200 and said, “Here you go, this should cover everything, just apply the difference to the cancer foundation.” “Wow,” I thought. “What a generous guy! The construction business must be treating him pretty good!” The photographer handed Randy claim checks for our photographs and told us we could pick up the small prints anytime tomorrow afternoon. Funny he said, “small prints” instead of just “prints.” Oh well, strange to say the least. Randy then spun around to his right and as he was saying, “This way. Let’s head out!” I noticed he was poking the claim checks into his RIGHT pocket! “OH NO!” the little voice in my head screamed out! Expecting to hear Randy comment on his pants being wet, I braced myself. But he never said a word or gave any kind of sign that he had noticed anything strange about the condition of his jeans. He just started walking towards the main aisle. Maybe I had lucked out and my pussy juices hadn’t soaked all the way through to the inside of his pocket. So far, so good…at least for now! As we walked away from the counter, Randy wasn’t offering me his arm as he had all the times before. I was a bit puzzled. But upon his first step to enter back into the mainstream of the traffic flow, he reached out his hand for me to take it with mine. Thank goodness I had stayed on his left so he reached back with the proper hand to place me on his “dry” side. We had only taken about three steps when I felt him adjusting his grip and working his fingers around mine until our fingers were interlocked like lovers. We strolled off down the lane. Maybe we were finally going to look at some cars. But first, I needed to pee, and maybe I could hold my panties up in front of the hand dryer, because they were drenched! - Stay tuned for “Seduction of My First Cousin – part 5” - Thanks for reading. Your votes and comments are appreciated!