Since my mother and her brothers and sisters aren't very close, don't live very close and don't pretend to be very close I was sort of kept away from my cousins while growing up. I don't think it was intentional, they just all drifted to different parts of the country and we only saw each other twice a year - Christmas and funeral of whatever eldery relative passed away.

     I have a cousin named Cera. We're close in age. There's video tape floating around somewhere of us playing in a pool some summer and another of us at Christmastime when we were both in elementary school. Never really close. Like strangers, really.

     That all changed the year our old Aunt Ernie died. Aunt Ernie was the oldest person in our family and something of a matriarch. When she died everyone in our family from all over the country came to the services. It was at one of these functions that I was paired up with Cera. We remembered each other and made small talk. As the hours and booze wore on and on, we realized we had a lot more in common than we thought! We were both in college, had similar majors, had similar tastes in music and movies, both wanted to travel to the same places - it was great! I'd finally made a friend with a family member! In the coming months, we'd kept up with each other via email and occasional cell phone calls. One weekend, we decided to party....


   "I know this cool place near my house. Why don't you come over, we'll go to the place, get wasted and come back to my house? You can stay the night and drive back to your place tomorrow", I suggested.

     She agreed.

     Admittedly, I was nervous about going out with cuz for the first time. Am I supposed to pay for us? Do I get dressed up? I mean, it's not a date - we're just going to the bar down the way for drinks and conversation. I decided on dress pants and collared shirt - no tie, sleeves rolled up. Cera arrived after me. She was short but not real tiny. Average. Skinny, too. Dark, straight locks fell around the tops of her shoulders. Her eyes were smokey like an old time Hollywood actress. First I felt silly about dressing casual but still dressy. Good thing though because she came in a little black dress, heels and pearl necklace. Classy, dressy - but not too much.

     We ordered some drinks and some food. Me, beer at first then rum drinks. Her, rum drinks then tequila. We rocked the juke box, commandeered the bar TV remote, and raised a lot of good spirited hell. After one of our many rounds the waitress asked if I wanted another drink. When I said yes, she asked if the same goes for my girlfriend. Cera and I glanced at each other awkwardly and I told the waitress she did. Once she scampered off I said, "Well... she doesn't know. To her it probably looks like that" and chuckled.

     "Yeah" she replied, "It probably does. I like how you didn't correct her, ASS" and she kicked me under the table.

     I shifted, dodging her attack. "Ow, well, who cares? I'll pretend I have a cute girlfriend for 5 minutes to show off around here."

     "Which reminds me" she said leaning in, "You look like a stud tonight."

     I laughed at the slightly corny remark. The waitress dropped our drinks off. Our conversation probably further feuling her misconception. "Pardon me?", I asked.

     "You do! Your hair, your glasses, your clothes. You look like a stud tonight", she said swirling her mixed drink. Things like speech and body movements were starting to get sloppy for both of us.

     Confused and sort of on the spot I only replied, "Thanks cuz. I like your little black dress." I fished for the compliment but I wasn't lying. For all intents and purposes I was out with an attractive girl close to my age who I barely know. Sure, she's my uncle's kid but we barely know each other so it hardly feels that way. She slid closer to me in the round diner booth, placed her legs up on my lap and asked, "Could you rub my calves? They're really sore from work."

     We sipped our drinks as I worked on her tiny legs. I tried to listen to what she was saying but my eyes stayed fixed on her black nylon covered calves under my massaging hands. "Ugh that feels GOOD" she'd moan between sentences. "It's so relaxing." Her head began dunking forward and I realized it was time to go home.

     I payed our tab and helped Cera out to the car. As we walked out she pretended loudly to be my girlfriend to keep tricking the waitress. "Wait until I get him home, honey!" she shouted to her. Folks sitting at the bar laughed and cheered me on. "Go get her!" one old timer shouted. Trust me, the thought had crossed my mind.

     Driving home Cera faded in and out of conversation. I kept one eye on the road and one eye on the rising hem of her dress. When she kicked off her shoes her dress slid up and I saw the ends of her black thigh highs around her legs. "Woo!" I cried out, "I like those."

   She perked up. "These?" she asked. "You like these?" and she hiked her dress up a little higher showing me her full nylon covered leg, briefly revealing her black lacey panties.

    "I do" I told her, "I always had a thing for black thigh highs."

     "Well, good for you" she said coyly. Her dress stayed bunched up around her waist. Cera placed her legs in my lap again just like they were at the bar. I took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed her legs up and down from ankle to hip. Now with her back against the car door instead of the seat, her legs relaxed some and bowed showing her full legs and panties. "Why do you like them?" she asked.

     "Black thigh highs?" I asked back, my mind soaring. "They're just so.... they're like classy and dirty at the same time. They're proper and dressy and all but they also instantly remind the brain of sex." Her body bucked some and her smile showed me she liked that answer.

     I couldn't tell if she nodded off of not but she stayed fairly quiet and still until we got back to my place. I shook her awake and whispered to her that we were home. I helped her get out of the car and helped he walk inside. Once in my room, I sat her on the bed and she fell over. "Do you want any pajamas to change into? I've got some jammie bottoms and some old shirts?", I offered.

    "Yes", she squeaked out layed down on the bed. "Help me take this off."

     My ears perked up instantly. I already thought my cousin Cera was attractive but then we went on some pseudo-date, we got drunk, I massaged her legs through sexy black stockings, she exposed herself to me in the car and now she was asking me to help her get dressed/undressed. If I wasn't thinking about getting physical with her before I certainly was now.

     Cera tugged at her dress straps. "Can you find me a T-shirt?", she asked. I hopped up and found a thin, comfortable one. She mustered the strength to sit up but rain out of steam trying to pull her dress up over her head. "Help...." she whimpered as she fell into me when I sat down next to her.

     "Okay..", I offered and began to pull her black dress up over her body. She raised her arms and as I peeled the clothing away from her and tossed it on the ground, her black hair dangled onto her pale shoulders. Her breasts, no bigger than a B-cup, roundly shaped and with nipples slightly pointing up slightly bounced as I removed the dress from her frame. I was in Heaven but I wanted to make sure I didn't say something stupid that made her feel uncomfortable or embarassed. Thankfully, before I could speak she said, "shirt?" and I handed her one. 

     She didn't put it on though. She just held it in her hand and leaned back down on the bed. "Help me get these off now..." she cooed as she pointed to her stockings.


     "OK", I said trying to collect my racing thoughts. I knelt down beside the bed near her legs. "Just, ah... let me get these off...", I muttered. My eyes drifted around her belly button, her exposed tits, her legs and black panties again. The panties were lacey and see through in some parts. I pushed my thumbs into her right thigh high stocking and began working it down. She moaned slightly as I pulled it off her foot. I reached for her left side and worked that one down, too. When I got to her foot she asked that I rub it, like her calves it hurt from work. To me, she seemed too drunk to notice whether I was rubbing her foot or not but I was not about to pass this up. My hands moved from foot to foot, occasionally rubbing up to her calf and thigh. She would make little noises and slightly adjust her body the whole way through. Down on my knees, I used the opprotunity to get an eyeful of her little boobies, her tummy and panties, imagining the skin underneath them. I began to get hard thinking about whether she was shaved or had patches of thin hair, whether her pussy lips were tiny and recessed or puffy and pronounced. I imagined her clit becoming swollen under my tongue and the things she'd say to me as I pleasured her. This is not just a drunken haze, I thought. She'd never let things get this far if she wasn't interested. She'd find a way home or at least bring her own night clothes and ask where she was sleeping. My mind struggled to keep up with reality.

     I decided to just go for it. The last thing I told my brain before I shut it off was that if things turn out bad I can just blame it on us being too drunk. I began putting tiny kisses on the skin around the inside of her knees and thighs. I worked my way up to the tops of her thighs and hips. Cera's hips swayed back and forth now. Her hands no longer held onto the thin, yellow T-shirt I gave her, they were now on her chest, cupping her tiny tits. This was my "go-ahead." I planted firm kisses on the outside of her black panties. Legs spread apart now, my knees are on the ground and I'm leaning into her. Cera's hand comes down from her chest and rests on the back of my head, tussling my hair as I pressed my mouth into the thin fabric separating her feminine parts from my eager mouth. My hands crept along her hips and began tugging at the tops of her panties. Before I could make any headway, she lifted her ass up off the bed and hastily started pushing her panties down herself. My eyes stayed fixed on the handful of black lace that I wrangled from her right foot as I dropped it on my bedroom floor... Until I turned my head toward her and saw her smooth, glistening, open lips awaiting between her bent, parted legs. Her pussy was excited. Wet and ready, lips already spread. The skin around her snatch and down to her asshole was smooth, pale and hairless with a shaped tuft of long but groomed black hair up above. My face neared her and even with her eyes closed she sensed this and placed her feet on my shoulders. I ran my flat tongue in an upward motion around her spreading lips. Her juices dripped quickly from her pussy and my tongue circled her clenched asshole while I collected all of it. Cera pushed forward into my mouth so I circled and flicked her asshole with my tongue some more. I flattened my tongue again and dragged it up against her opened pussy lips. On the way up I'd drag into the ends of her thin hairs. Once I bumped into her now hard clit, I swirled my tongue around it and then began to suck gently. Cera began to get more vocal now, the action had clearly woken her up some. "Oh YEAH....", she'd sigh and make whimpering noises.

     My mouth began to tire so I rolled her onto her belly. For a second, I admired her cute little ass and imagined pushing my hard cock into it at her demand. But then I grabbed underneath her and propped her butt up into the air. She placed a pillow under her tummy and rested her head on her folded arms. Still saying nothing as to not scare her out of the mood, I lapped at her cunt lips from behind. She made a loud moaning sound into the mattress and I even heard her declare, "oh GOD.." while my tongue dragged from her big clit, up her dripping lips and onto her pink, puckered ass over and over again. I don't know if she knew I could hear her but she spoke into the bed covers and said, "My God, where did you COME FROM?" in a gasping, muffled voice.


     Suddenly, she turned her body around. It was the most I'd seen her move since the restaurant so I was taken aback. On her hands and knees up on the bed, she began removing my belt and dress shirt. I helped her remove the rest of my clothes. She pulled me onto the bed with her. We were facing each other now, kneeling on the bed, our hands grasping each others faces. She gazed into my eyes for a few long moments. My hard cock now pressed against her sanwiched between her belly and mine. We kissed each other deeply for minutes  while rolling around the bed.

     Once on my back, Cera took me into her hands stroking my shaft while she kissed me. After another brief eye-lock, she positioned her body between my legs. My aching cock disappeared from sight as she moved her head further down, forcing me into her warm mouth. My reaction was immediate, I made noise and subtley writhed underneath her. The up-and-down rhythmn of her sucking my cock would stop only briefly as she would take a second to breathe heavily and look into my eyes. Her naked body was curled into a ball beneath me. She looked beautiful. Not just her tits and her ass but all of her - her legs, her feet, her ankles, her neck, her shoulders, her waist. I remembered times we'd interacted at functions and gatherings and imagined how different they would be from now on. Sure we would act casually in front of people, but would we sneak off into a car or bedroom together? And if we did for how long? For the rest of our lives?

     Before long, I began to feel the swelling feeling in my body. Without realizing how close she was, Cera began to take her mouth off of me to breathe and rest. Instinctually, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and the side of her face with the other and slammed her mouth back down on my shaft. Muffled squeals came out of her but she was powerless to stop the mouth fucking I was making her give me. Eventually, she went along with the motions and I began telling her I was about to cum. Cum in her face, cum down her throat, cum in her mouth, cum inside her body. With one last grunt, I felt the blast release inside her. I could feel her swallowing as she still slowly moved up and down on me. My hands let go of her face and dropped to the bed. With a loud gasp and heavy breathing, Cera rolled away from my legs onto her back. We both stared up at the ceiling and just breathed. Cera's legs were awkwardly spread open, sprawled out on my bed.

     We looked at each other and lightly chuckled. "We're going to regret this in the morning", I said without thinking. 

     "I don't know" she said, and sat on top of me. The way she was positioned my now softening cock gently pressed against her still warm, wet snatch and began to stiffen. I played with one of her tight breasts and she pulled her hair back behind her ears. We layed casually with each other. Naked. Talking. Laughing. Lights on. Caressing each other's skin. Occassionally, I'd drag my fingers along her wet slit or she'd wrap her hand around my shaft just to make me hard again. We didn't have sex. Neither one of us really brought it up or tried to force it on the other. It felt great just playing and getting each other off with our mouths. We talked a lot about our previous sexual encounters and different things we've tried. We pulled the sheets up over our bodies and turned the lights off. After we kissed some more, I curled up behind her as we prepared to go to sleep. My naked body pressed against hers. We kept talking and as we did, she revealed to me things like she once had a threesome with a married couple she knew from school and I told her that I once slept with two of my exes in the same day. Then she says that she had never had anal sex and was willing to try it. "Well" I told her, "I can always help you out with that..."

     I froze. I didn't know how well that was going to go over.

     "Well cuz", Cera sighed "There's always tomorrow."

~end