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Actually, she looked at the bulge in my gym shorts which had not yet deflated, and then looked at me nervously. After a long, pregnant silence, she seemed to figure out that answers wouldn’t be forthcoming just yet, and after blushing once more and staring at her feet, she jerked a thumb back toward the stairs.

“You know, I think I’m going to go take that shower now. I’ll let you two ... uhhh ... recover ... a bit. And then we can talk ... later ... Yeah...” Arin turned a way , turned back to give us another nervous smile, and then finally walked a way .

Neither Bukky nor I said a thing for the next few minutes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees, looking over at her with a questioning look. But she remained as she was, staring off into space with an expression that suggested she was contemplating suicide. In the end, I scooted over to the front of the couch close to her, leaned against it as a backrest, and reached out to draw my big cousin to me.

She resisted at first, crying softly in shame and didn’t want to touch me. But I persisted, and all of a sudden she collapsed against my chest, letting me hug her tightly. And that’s when we heard the shower start upstairs.

that was the signal that we could finally talk, and almost immediately Bukky mumbled, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I knew it was inappropriate,” she blubbered as the tears started streaming freely. “You’re my little brother and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you but your dick is just so beautiful and I couldn’t get it out of my head but I knew I shouldn’t be doing it and I did it any way and it felt soooo good and then after we banged I kinda just thought well it’s nothing we haven’t already done before so would it really be so bad to keep going and now Arin knows and I just don’t know what to do!”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“No, this is MY responsibility. MY fault.”

“Bullgoodness. I was a more than willing participant.”

“But I’m the elder sibling,” she whimpered.

“It takes two to tango, and I’m not some immature, easily-influenced teenager. I’m a 20-year-old man fully capable of taking responsibility for my own actions here.”

“But--”

“Do you really regret what we did?” I asked softly, stroking her hair. I braced myself for her affirmative answer, already weighing how to help her feel the way I did, because I didn’t regret a thing, even though we’d gotten caught.

Bukky didn’t respond right a way . Well, she started to, but stopped herself and squeezed me tighter. I stroked her hair, giving her time to compose her answer. And about a minute later, she turned her head to look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.

I smiled down at her, and then reacted just in time to feel her press her lips to mine once more. We kissed without sexual passion but with all of the love, just as strong as I’d felt from her when my world was filled with light just before Arin had returned from Costco. The kiss didn’t last long, but it did wonders to put my mind at ease, and from the look on Bukky’s face it had done the same for her as well.

“No, I don’t regret what we did,” she said softly while staring at my lips. A moment later, she flicked her eyes back up to mine. “At first I was going to say yes; we got caught and I was feeling ashamed. But what we did brought us closer together, closer than I ever imagined we could be. I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

Bukky sighed somberly, and then furrowed her eyebrows. Pursing her lips, she turned a bit in my grasp so that I still held her, but she was facing outward, spooned into the crook of my arm. “I just don’t know what Arin’s going to do.”

I stroked her hair, pointing out, “At least it looks like we don’t have to worry about her calling the cops screaming bloody murder - or worse, calling Mom and Dad.”

“I sure hope not.”

"How do you do it?" she asked.

"How do I do what?"

"How do you work on yourself?"

I hesitated.

"Come on, show me," she said. I sighed.

It would bring some embarrassment, what else?
I brought my cock out. It was already half erect and I knew that the shortest prompting would bring it to its fullest.

"Wait," she said, staring at the organ. She appeared to study it.

"Can I touch it?" she asked.

I grinned and nodded. "Sure, you can go ahead."

She grinned too and moved closer to it. Then, tentatively, she touched the cap of my cock. Her fingers moved down the phallus to the base. I expected the cock to become fully erect but it remained half way full. Her fingers moved to the scrotum and rubbed the balls.

We’d already seen all the good thenx, Blogilates, and delightful Ritavids, and gangling Joe did have some really long workouts that pushed us even harder.
 
Thing is: Upper-body workouts tire me out but don’t make me really sweat. Same goes for lower-body workouts, for that matter. But the core and cardio workouts really push me to my limits since they never really stop. You can’t catch your breath. And after thirty minutes feeling my sweat-soaked shirt sticking to my skin, I finally just ripped it off and kept going.
 
Five minutes later, I noticed Arin checking out my naked torso. Two minutes after that, I noticed her doing it again. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react in any way to make it obvious that I’d caught her, but I couldn’t un-notice her either.
 
And then hell, I let myself give Arin a once over with my eyes as well. To be perfectly honest, her body reminded me a LOT of Pamela Reif’s, and tonight she wore a skin-tight Lululemon tee and volleyball shorts that showed off her thigh gap (she was on the Varsity team at school). I noticed that SHE noticed me checking her out, and suddenly I was blushing as pink as Arin had been five days earlier.
 
When we were done, Arin went upstairs to take a shower. I went to my desk chair to watch some Pornny, taking care not to pick anything that reminded me of my little cousin. The problem was, I kept imagining that Arin was masturbating in the shower, and despite the moving pictures of busty young sluts crawling all over each other and one lucky guy on the screen before me, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.
 
And I did not want to ejaculate while thoughts of Arin were in my head. that was just... inappropriate.
 
Bottom line: I didn’t get off before Arin finished her shower. Feeling quite antsy, I really just wanted to get my own shower over with, so I grabbed my towel and went to wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I suppose I could have gone to use the big shower in our parents’ master bedroom, but Arin and I had al way s used the hall way  bathroom. Only Bukky ever went into our parents’ bathroom, whether it was to shower or use the toilet.
 
Now let me make clear that I didn’t usually wait for my cousin to emerge. Usually, my post-workout jerk-off sessions lasted longer than her shower, so she was al way s already in her bedroom by the time I came out. not that she walked naked out of the bathroom or anything like that, but Arin was certainly surprised when she popped the door.
 
Arin had very long, very fine hair. She was quite proud of it and took care of it religiously. When dry, it hung in a shimmering curtain half way  down her back, accentuating her willowy, lengthy body. Still damp, as it was now, it stuck tightly to her scalp, drawing my attention to her large, luminous eyes as she stared at me, her pouty lips slightly parted as if panting with arousal.
 
Or, you know, gasping in surprise to see her brother waiting just outside the door. One or the other.
 
Holding her dirty clothes in one hand, she was wearing her towel wrapped around her torso with the fold tucked into her cleavage. My eyes had darted to that cleavage for a moment and then trailed down the exposed skin of her long, lithe legs. I turned a way  in embarrassment, muttering “Sorry! Sorry!” for surprising her and silently chastising myself for ogling her just now.

She muttered something in reply, quietly enough that I didn’t catch it immediately, and went into her bedroom. I waited until I heard the door latch click shut before I turned back around to go into the bathroom, praying fervently that she hadn’t noticed the massive bulge in my gym shorts.


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I paused and almost stopped breathing I was so tense.
 
My heart was pounding and I swear she could feel it pound as she rested her head on my chest. I lowered my hand slightly further so that it rested over the roundness of her butt. She had on some tight sheer sleeping shorts and my hand could feel the heat from her firm butt cheeks. Her firm rounded cheeks seemed so sleek and small in the palm of my hand.
 
I could feel Ire tense up just slightly at the touch of my hand on her butt. I waited for the protest to come. I began to think of excuses and what I could say if she yelled at me. But then I felt Ire relax again, ease into my chest again and she did not slap me. Instead she placed her hand on my chest and gently stroked my chest.
 
After the movie came to the end Ire pushed herself away and looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. I looked back at her a little timid and not really knowing what to do or say.
 
“Prince, tonight has been so great. I feel so special when I’m with you. Can we go shopping tomorrow and maybe go out for dinner and celebrate my independence from my mom?” I looked back at her with a confident smile.
 
“Sure, let’s do that. It’s a date.”
 
Her eyes looked so happy and she smiled a dazzling smile with a somewhat devilish grin like she knew something I didn’t know. I was so stunned by her beauty that I had no time to react as she lifted her lips up to mine and gave me a kiss. Not just a “peck” of a kiss, but a real kiss right on the lips with pressure and a brush of her tongue. She jumped up, “Tonight was the best, the very best! I love being with you. Tomorrow will be great.”
 
Then she bounded up the stairs to her bedroom.
 
I retreated to my bedroom and brought myself to release in a cotton towel as my hard-on had been constant for the last two hours and was giving me blue balls. The next morning Ire took her car to go visit two girl friends from school and said we would go shopping in the afternoon.
 
She came back around 2:00 in the afternoon and went straight upstairs. “I’ll be ready soon.” She called down to me. I got ready and put on some nice slacks and a light blue Lacoste polo shirt and waited for her downstairs.
 
Ire came down the stairs dressed in a beautiful tan sundress with her hair pulled up in a knot showing off her slender neck and bare shoulders. The top of the dress was tight to her firm breasts and cut out in the back and on the sides revealing more tanned and toned skin. Her Prada sunglasses were perched on her head and she had on elegant diamond stud earrings. The sundress ended slightly above mid-thigh exposing her incredibly bare and tanned sexy legs. When you’re 18 you certainly don’t need stockings to show off your perfect legs. She had on flat sandals that made her look sexy but casual. A perfect summer look, but anyone seeing her would think she was in her 20’s.
 
She took my hand and breezed by before turning into me and grabbing me by both arms with urgency. She looked up at me pleadingly with imploring eyes. “Prince, please! Can we shop the way I want to shop? Please, please, pretty please! I’ll be so happy if you agree.”
 
I laughed. “OK, how exactly do you want to shop?”
 
She looked back at me with a stern look. “Well, first, you can’t buy me everything. I have one of my stupid stepdad’s ATM cards and he’s rich. You can only buy me one thing and I get to pick which one. Second. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend, just for today in case we meet any of my friends. Please, just for today? Please! You’re so handsome and mature and they will just be green with envy.”

It was so exciting, so arousing, so sexy, it brought a lump to my throat, and that feeling that I normally experienced during masturbation returned, even though my hands were nowhere near my cock.

I looked at her face, as she watched what I was doing, and then I rested the left side of my face on her pubes, feeling the hair against my cheek, and inhaling the scent of her pussy, while I gently caressed the outside of her labia. It never occurred to me to try to push my finger inside her, and I was wary of overstepping the mark, so I just touched my sister’s private parts on the outside. Between the two or us, hardly a word had been spoken since she removed her panties.

After a few moments, I wanted to see her bums, so I put my hand on her left hip and gently pulled. She took the hint and rolled over on her belly, with her head turned back to the left to see what I was doing. She had a very nice arse, but I had only checked it out through her jeans, the denim shorts she liked to wear. Now, it was fully exposed to me, and it looked exquisite.

I placed the palm of my right hand on her right buttock, gently caressing her there, and then ran my fingers down her butt crack, stopping just above her puckered, pink anus. The sight of this most private of private parts of her body brought another lump to my throat, and a thrill of sexual excitement went through me.

I moved my head to kiss her on her right buttock, as close to her anus as I felt comfortable in placing my mouth. It’s hard to describe how excited I was, handling, admiring and caressing her half-naked body.

I shuffled on my knees, down to my right, and ran my right palm down along the smooth skin at the back of her right thigh, and I rested my left cheek on her right buttock for a moment. I kissed her there again, raised my head, and with my left thumb and finger, I very gently parted her butt cheeks, and looked right at the tiny entrance to her pussy.

My face was just inches from her entrance, so close I could smell her sexy scent down there. Once again, I very gently ran the first finger of my right hand along her slit, up towards her entrance, but not trying to enter her, just feeling the slick moisture of her pussy as my finger moved across it.

She had hardly spoken, but she broke her silence. “Do you like touching me?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding, not taking my eyes from her intimate opening.

“It feels nice,” she said, hardly above a whisper.

My cock had been rock hard since we had started kissing, and I was aching to self-service myself, but it didn’t occur to me to do that in this situation. As someone who had never had sex with a girl, my only experience of orgasm, and sexual release, was masturbation, so in my mind, that was what I wanted to do.

I moved on my knees, along towards her face again, and kissed her mouth as she looked backwards at what I had been doing. When I broke the kiss, she rolled over onto her back again, and offered her mouth for more kissing.

She still didn’t say anything, but she reached around with her left hand, and gently held the back of my neck as we kissed. Together, we held the kiss, tasting each other’s mouths, and making it last. It was another long, gentle and sexy kiss, and I felt another wave of excitement.

After we ended our kiss, I looked back at her exposed pussy again, and I reached over and touched her there with my right hand, placing the side of my first finger along her slit. She moved her left hand over and gently held my right hand where it was, and looked at me.

“Tayo,” she asked. I turned to look at her, and she said, “Do you ever touch yourself?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“I do too,” she said.

I was a little surprised at that.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at the question, “That’s why people do it.”

“How long have you been doing it?” she asked.

“Can’t remember,” I answered back. “For some time.”

“Do you come?” she asked, now a little more eager. I looked at her pussy, still naked and exposed, still with my hand resting on it, held there by her own hand, and briefly, I thought how much I would love to self-service myself to an orgasm at that very moment, looking at her like that, smelling the scent of her down there, and I just nodded.