Kissing Cousins_(1)

Sarah sighed as she slipped into the shower after a tiring day. She turned the spray on as hot as she could stand it and enjoyed the feeling of the water as it cascaded down her naked flesh. She sighed. When she had accepted the offer of a temporary reassignment to her nursing home’s “hospice care” department, she had expected it to be a relatively easy job. After-all, taking care of just one patient as opposed to half a dozen seemed like a good trade off. It hadn’t taken long to learn otherwise. The 83 year old lady she was caring for was a great-aunt, and it was her grand-daughter (Katie) who had asked for Sarah to take care of her while Katie was out of town for a month. The “sweet” old woman from family get-togethers had proven to be more demanding than all but the worst of her usual patients… She had Sarah as a captive care-taker 24/7, and made use of that fact to keep her running ragged through most of the day. The only real breaks Sarah had were when her great-aunt was asleep, and fortunately she had meds to insure that she slept through most nights.

Sarah looked at her nude form in the mirrored shower door as she took a washcloth and began to clean her body. Her 5’ 2” frame was well proportioned, kept slim by the exertions of her job. Her large, 36C breasts were firm over a narrow waist and long (for her height), slim legs. Dark blonde hair reached almost to her shapely hips as she washed it. When her hair was rinsed, she hesitated before carefully shaving away the blonde down that was just beginning to appear between her legs. One of the two men who had taken her virginity for the first time six months earlier had shaved her pussy, and for reasons she still couldn’t really put a finger on, she had kept it bare since then.

As usual, the simple act of shaving her mons brought to mind the crazy things that had been happening to her over the last several months. She had lost her virginity on New Years to a pair of men she had never met before… not entirely willingly, at least to begin with. Not long afterwards, she had somehow ended up being fucked nearly every other day by a patient in the home’s rehab center for several weeks. That situation had forced her to go on birth control, and she was so disconcerted by her own reactions to the whole situation that she had kept right on taking them, even after Steve Bryant had left rehab. The whole craziness had been capped off recently by an encounter with another female nurse in the home’s steam room that, to be honest, she tried not to think too much about.

Her religious upbringing had done nothing to prepare her for dealing with the desires that had been awakened in that hotel room on New Years. She’d gone from never even thinking about sex, to a point where now all it took to get her pussy throbbing was shaving her smooth mound, and allowing her memory to take over.

As the water turned tepid and then cold, Sarah realized that she had been fingering the soft folds of her slit. Her clit tingled with the sensation as she rubbed it with her thumb. She shook her head to clear it, and then exited the shower. When she was dry, she put on her pajamas… consisting of an ancient pair of sweatpants cut off at the knees, and an even older white t-shirt with a soft drink logo fading away on the back. The shirt was so thread-bare that as the dampness on her skin soaked in, it became nearly translucent and her nipples – taut from the chill of the air against damp skin – became darkly visible against the thin cloth.

Sarah made her way into the kitchen where she planned to make herself an evening snack before crashing in front of the TV for a couple of hours to unwind before heading for bed. As she puttered around between the fridge and the cupboards, she failed to notice that she was being watched from the shadows of the hallway that led to the door into the garage.

Jack was Katie’s brother. He stood seven inches taller than Sarah, and had scruffy, dark blond hair. He had played football in high school and had decided when he had started driving truck that he wouldn’t let himself to go just because he was sitting in a semi cab for hours at a time. To that end, he exercised as much as he could, and had a trim, muscular body. He lived with his sister when he was in town, which was infrequent due to being a busy long-haul trucker who enjoyed being on the road and was rarely between runs. In fact, Katie had expected him to be gone until after she returned from her trip. The job he had been expecting to be on had fallen through at the last minute, however, and since he was close to home, he had decided to take a couple of days off before scouting for a new load. Jack had been surprised by the sight of his cousin for a moment before remembering that the last time he had talked to Katie, she had mentioned to him that Sarah would be here while she was away.

He had been about to call out to her when her appearance stopped him. In the past, she’d always struck him as a bit on the frumpy side, and her usual jeans and baggy shirts couldn’t honestly be said to flatter her figure. He was a bit shocked to discover that with the cut-off sweat shorts and shower dampened, nearly transparent t-shirt, he could see that she not only had a figure, but a damned good one at that. The realization gave him an instant hard-on and rather than alert her to his presence, he stood and watched her move around the kitchen instead.

His gaze followed her for several minutes, taking in the ample swell of her tits as they filled the thin cloth of her shirt, and enjoying the outline of her large nipples against the damp cotton. His hand lightly massaged the bulge growing in his jeans as he enjoyed the view of his cousin’s softly curving body. He shook his head to clear it, then moved quietly back to the door to the garage, opened it silently, and then shut it more loudly. As he did, he called out.

“Sarah, you here? It’s Jack. My run fell through, so I’m back for a couple of days.”

He heard something in the kitchen clatter as she jumped at the sound of the door and his voice. A moment later, she came around the corner into the hallway. He tried not to stare at her chest, and nearly succeeded.

“Jack? Nossa, you startled me! Katie said you wouldn’t be back for another week.”

He shrugged, “Like I said, the job fell through at the last minute, so here I am. How’s Granny doing?”

“Her usual, ornery self.” Sarah replied as she walked back into the kitchen. “Her doctor has her on sleep meds, so she at least sleeps through most nights.”

Jack followed, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him. Back in the kitchen, Sarah told him she had been making a snack for herself and asked him if he wanted anything. He shook his head and replied that he’d get himself a beer out of the fridge. As he did that, she moved over to the kitchen’s island and resumed filling a bowl of ice cream to go with the already poured glass of coke. As she puttered around with the food, Jack turned to watch her. His mind raced with the possibilities as he admired her slim, curvy figure, and the long blond hair that covered her back. After a moment’s thought, he came to a decision.

“Hey Sarah, Could you grab me a beer glass from the cupboard there. They’re the tall ones on the third shelf.” He grinned as she opened the cupboard and discovered the glasses he had asked for were almost two feet over her head, and sitting in a position that required her to stretch to reach them. As she tried to get a grip on one, Jack moved up behind her. Before she could react, her cousin slid one hand up inside her t-shirt to grasp one bra-less tit, while the other ventured inside her shorts to cup her mound. She jumped at the unexpected invasion, and he whispered loudly in her ear, “On second thought, I think I’ve found something I’d rather have.”

Sarah gasped for breath as the shock of feeling her cousin’s hands on her body drove the air from her lungs. She moaned as his fingers probed between her legs and found her cunt still damp from the finger job she had given herself in the shower. She squirmed in his hands as she found the breath to protest. “J… Jack, what… what are you doing? You… we can’t. Uhhnnn… uhhnnn… We’re c… cousins… you can’t…”

Jack was more than a little surprised at her relative lack of resistance. He continued to squeeze the soft flesh of her tits while probing deeper into her wet pussy, amazed to discover that she became wet almost as soon as his fingers began their work. His voice buzzed against her ear as he replied to her feeble protest, “Haven’t you ever heard of `kissing cousins’? I’ll bet there’s more we can find to do than just kiss.”

Sarah’s mind reeled as her cousin drove his fingers in and out of her.