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And she commented rather slyly, “I can tell, squirt. You don’t look like you even need a six-pack workout. You’ve already got a great-looking core.”
 
I arched an eyebrow at her, surprised at the unexpected compliment. Bukky looked a little surprised herself, and she quickly turned the corner and went out of view.
 
I refilled my bottle from the filtered tap next to the faucet, started chugging a way , and that’s when Arin commented, “She’s right you know. You’ve got a great body. I even caught myself masturbating about your abs the other day.”
 
And then I’d promptly choked.
 
It felt like it took a full minute of thumping my own chest with my right fist to get the oxygen going again. Even once I started breathing, I had to cough several more times to clear my lungs and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. And only then did I managed to look back into the television room and gasp, “What did you say?”
 
But Arin shook her head in the negative as she studiously avoided my eyes, focusing a little too hard as she put her dumbbells a way . But there was no mistaking the bright pink flush of her face. “I just said I agree with Bukky. You’re pretty ripped,” she muttered.
 
“not that part. The other part.”
 
Arin shrugged and played dumb. “What other part?”
 
I blinked twice. I hadn’t imagined her saying that, had I? “The part about you ... I mean ... uhhh...”
 
Arin rolled her eyes and gave me a look like I’d grown goat horns from the top of my head. then she shook her head again and got up. “I’m going to go take a shower. You wanna watch another Game of Thrones episode tonight?”
 
I blinked twice again, letting my shoulders sag. Either I’d misheard her, or I’d heard her correctly but Arin was too embarrassed to admit it. Either  way , I realized I shouldn’t press the issue and instead focused on answering her last question. “Yeah, Game of Thrones. Sure.” Like I said, we were all out of good new shows to watch and by now had resorted to reruns.
 
Arin gave me a tight smile and turned the corner to head for the stairs.
 
But dammit if I wasn’t stuck with the image of Arin rubbing herself in the shower now.
 
Pornny. Pronto, I told myself. With some busty slut that doesn’t look anything like Arin.
 
It was five days later when Arin and I cued up a new core exercise video, this time a 40-minute gangling Joe vid. 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.

She moved her left hand further up my thigh and down to the sensitive inside part sending electric shocks up my cock and to my brain.
 
After another two days of this sexual torture Cynthia came to me and told me that she and Annie needed to urgently to Abuja for 3 or 4 days. She explained that Ayo, her former husband, wanted Annie to see his aged mother who was very ill in South Africa and this might be the last time to see the old woman alive. Cynthia had explained the situation to Ify and she agreed that I was a very responsible person and that Ire could stay if I agreed to stay in the house with her. The rule would be that Ire could not go out at night past 8:00pm except if I was with her and no boys must come over to the house.
 
I protested that this was not something I could agree to and that I was “not a baby sitter”. Cynthia looked at me and smiled.
 
“In case you haven’t noticed Prince, Ire is certainly not a baby anymore. She is a young lady. Ify and I have talked about this at length and we feel a little time spent with a quality young man like yourself would actually do her good.”
 
Cynthia then continued, “Ify is very worried. She has put Ire on the Pill, but she is still really worried and does not want that boyfriend to show up. She thinks he’s a total creep, so keep your eyes on the lookout and watch Ire carefully. OK?” Cynthia then giggled and said, “I know you’ll be Hot while I’m away, but I’ll make it up to you when I come back, I promise.”
 
 
 *             *               *
 
After a while Cynthia made me agree. She brought Ire into the living room and explained the situation to her. She told Ire that she needed to be mature and act properly like a “young lady”. Cynthia looked directly at Ire, “Do you promise to be a good girl for Prince?”
 
I could sense the sparkle and devilish giggle in Ire’s response, “Oh yes Auntie Cynthia, I promise to be a good girl for Uncle Prince. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
 
Things happened in a huge rush as Cynthia and Annie packed and all of a sudden. They were in Cynthia’s Mercedes and had left for the airport. Literally within minutes, Ire and I were left alone in the house. I knew that Ire was quite comfortable with me and we had lots of fun together, but given the age gap I still doubted by chances of anything really happening.
 
I thought I was facing three days of intense teasing and lots of masturbation as I fantasized about an unattainable teen hottie a few feet away in another bedroom. Just the thought of Ire so close and yet so far got my urges beginning to build up. She was a flawless 18-year-old who would tease me mercilessly and my only recourse would be a hand release.
 
That evening, Ire wanted to have pizza and watch a movie. She got out the quilt and I let her pick a movie. The movie she picked was quite a shock to me. It was an erotic one. “I’m a little more mature and sophisticated than you thought. Haha!” she said.
 
I poured myself a glass of drinks and we settled into the couch and Ire snuggled in and without even thinking I put my arm around her. She told me a lot about the movie I didn’t even know and she kept grabbing my glass of wine and taking sips. Somehow, we just got more and more relaxed and my left hand started to stroke her arm and shoulder. This stroking and the slight friction of her body next to mine and the smell of her perfume and hair was enough to send my cock into full force.
 
I hoped she wouldn’t notice as I squirmed my hips to hide my 8-inch rod from her. Ire continued watching the movie as if she didn’t notice anything. The incredibly hot sex scenes came on and I didn’t really know what to do or how to react. Ire put her lips close to my ear.
“Prince, do you think this is realistic? Do you think an older man like that can really be so turned on by such a young teenage girl?”
I tipped my head down and was looking into an angelic face framed by beautiful long golden hair and Ire looked back directly into my eyes expectantly.
 
“Yes, I do think it’s realistic. Some teenage girls are very mature beyond their years and have an attraction that an older man cannot resist.”
 
This response seemed to please her and she hugged me even tighter and placed her hand on my inner thigh less than one inch from my pulsing rod. The sexual tension was so high I thought I might come in my shorts like a teenage boy. I kept stroking Ire’s neck and arm and leaned my head against the top of hers to smell her intoxicating hair and perfume. I shifted my leg and hoped she would not feel the hot rod so close to her hand.
 
Massaging Ire’s neck and touching her head and her ear lobes I was able to shift her head more onto my chest and she sighed. I moved my left hand down the side of her body to her hip and let it settle there to see if she would protest. I paused and almost stopped breathing I was so tense.


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I could feel her warm breath on my face, and she whispered, “Have you ever touched a girl down below?”

I answered in the affirmative.

“Would you like to?” she asked.

Would I like to? At that moment, how could I ever say No?

She shuffled around onto her back, with my right arm still over her, and I held her around her waist, a little tighter so she wouldn’t fall off the couch. She reached down and unclipped the stud on her shorts, and then unzipped them, and lay there like that with her shorts open at the zip.

She looked at me, as if she was waiting for me to make a move. I wasn’t sure whether she wanted me to take them off, or reach in and touch her inside them, or what she wanted me to do. I looked at her open zipper, and saw she was wearing pale blue cotton knickers, and then I looked back at her face.

Lola lifted her bottom slightly, and reached down, sliding her blue shorts down her legs to her knees, exposing her pale blue panties.

I still wasn’t sure what to do next, but I moved my right hand down and let it hover over her knickers, unsure what to do. I really wanted to touch her there, but this whole experience was so unknown to me that I just wasn’t sure what to do.

I gently placed my hand on her pubic mound, outside her panties, and let my little finger trail down between her legs. I could felt the warmth from her private parts, and a little thrill of excitement went through me. She kissed me again, her soft mouth feeling very warm on my lips.

“Why don’t you take the clothes off?” I asked.

I grinned and moved my hand up to the waistband at the front of her panties, and pulled, exposing for the first time her pubic hair. Just the sight of her pubes gave me thrills and I pulled at her knickers as she lifted her bottom, but in the positions we were in, they wouldn’t come off.

“Just a minute,” she said, softly, let me stand up and take them off.”

I withdrew my arm away, and she stood up, and let her shorts fall to the floor, then stepped out of them. Then, she sat back down on the couch, on my right, and lay back so her head was resting on a pillow against the other armrest. Then, she slid her off white panties off and put them on the floor beside her. If a glimpse of her pubes had made me excited before, the sight of her naked pussy was breathtaking, and just looking at it gave me a feeling similar to what I felt when I masturbated, but not as strong.

I moved along the couch and knelt in front of her. Gently, I placed my hand back on her pubic mound, now naked and exposed, feeling her pussy hair, and gently caressing it with the palm of my hand. Her pubes were natural, but not very thick. They grew in a triangle shape, a little darker than the light brown hair on her head.

I smoothly ran the fingers of my right hand down between her legs, touching her on the outside of her pussy, but not trying to enter her with them. She looked at me, with just a slight smile.

I ran the side of my first finger up again, gently stroking her slit in one movement, and once again, gently caressed her pubic hair. I leant forward and gently kissed her mouth again, with my hand still caressing her pubic hair. We explored each other mouths with our tongues, while I softly stroked and fondled the outside of her pussy.

After we broke our soft, sexy and gentle kiss, I leaned down, closer to her pussy, and for the first time, I experienced a woman’s intimate scent. 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 was no expert, but I held the kiss for a moment, feeling a little wave of excitement go through me, and then with our faces still close enough for me to feel her breath, I looked at her, waiting for her response.

She didn’t speak, but gave a half smile and moved forward, kissing my mouth again. This time, it was she who held the kiss, and a second wave of excitement passed through me, this time stronger than before. I knew this was not the perfect place and time but it was still incredibly exciting all the same.

Once again, with our faces close, we looked into each other’s eyes, and I said, “What do you think?”

“Thanks for the lesson, but now it’s time for some more practice,” she said, in a voice just above a whisper.

She moistened her lips, and then kissed me again, holding the kiss just like before. I was getting more excited by the minute. There was no tongue, but we both had our lips just slightly parted, and I just wanted to keep on doing this, for as long as she would let me.

Lola broke the kiss, and then sat back slightly. “Is that how you’re supposed to do it?” she asked.

“I don’t think there are strict dos and don’ts” I said, with my arms still on her shoulders. I was hoping this wasn’t going to end here.

“Should we do it again?” she asked. It was more than asking. Her tone was eager, and a little provocative.

Before I even responded, she turned on her bottom to face me, swinging her long and shapely legs up onto my lap, and slid back a little, to lay back against the left arm of the three seater couch. I was turned to face her, and I let my hands rest on either side of her lower legs for a moment, feeling the warm, smooth skin.

At that moment, I grinned, and I moved forward, allowing myself to run my hands up her legs, to her knees, and then I crawled on the couch to her, lying on her but taking the weight on my elbows, putting my arms behind her shoulders. I kissed her on her mouth, pressing hard.

I gently probed her mouth with my own tongue, and she allowed me to explore her mouth for a moment. I was so excited, I felt like I was going to burst.

We kissed and made out like that for a few minutes, hardly speaking, and just exploring each other’s mouths, almost instinctively.

The touch of her skin was magic, and I moved my hand a little, and felt the waistband of her shorts. With the fingers of my right hand resting on the waistband of her shorts, I gently caressed her lower back with my thumb, and she broke our kiss, and drew her head back slightly.

I could feel her warm breath on my face, and she whispered, “Have you ever touched a girl down below?”

I answered in the affirmative.

To feel this amazing athletic teen body under my hands with lotion and rubbing every square inch of her tanned and smooth skin was like a dream.
 
“Calm down,” I told myself, “She’s only eighteen.”
 
I was in a bit of a daze with the sun and the heat and the sexual tension of touching her body. In the middle of this daze I heard her soft voice, almost a whisper. “I heard you and Auntie Cynthia last night. It sounded like you two had a lot of fun.”
 
Then she popped up off the lounge chair and said, “Let’s swim.” And she giggled and jumped in the pool. I was left standing there by the chair highly aroused and highly confused by what she had just said.
 
Over the next few days, Ire raised the bar of sexual tension by putting on short shorts and tight tops and some very sexy tight designer jeans. At night the girls would watch movies with Cynthia and I, and Ire would wear a nightie that just barely covered her bum.
 
We would all snuggle up on the sofa and watch the movie, eat popcorn and Cynthia and I would drink wine. Annie and Ire would give each of us a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Later Cynthia and I would head off to her bedroom and have wild sex, although I would try to keep the noise down after what Ire had said to me at the pool.
 
After about three nights, Ire would take up a spot on my left under the quilt and Cynthia and Annie would be to my right. Each night, Ire moved closer to my body with her hips eventually pressed right up against my thigh and her hands holding my arm gently. On Thursday we watched a horror movie and we were all covered up under a giant quilt. Ire gripped onto my left arm with one hand and her other hand gripped onto my thigh, within inches of my cock, with her hands unseen under the quilt. At each scary part the girls would scream and Ire’s fingernails would dig into me.
 
Cynthia laughed and her left hand moved inside my shorts and took hold of my 8-inch cock. Cynthia had me hard and aroused, but I was fantasizing about Ire whose hand was only inches from that very same cock. I reached my left arm out at a very scary part and put it around Ire’s shoulders tucking her tight against my body.
 
She leaned forward and put her lips directly against my ear and whispered so Cynthia could not hear, “That feels so nice Prince. Now I feel safe. Thank you.” Ire snuggled in even closer and I could feel her firm breasts pressed against the side of my chest.

She moved her left hand further up my thigh and down to the sensitive inside part sending electric shocks up my cock and to my brain.

Keep it up.

“Try to say something. Why are are you so quiet?"

“I’m okay,” she replied, smiling.
She stared at me. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, turning to look at her, and surprised by the question, “Of course I have.”

She was silent for a minute, so I went back to staring at the TV. I was surprised at the question, but didn’t think she was going anywhere with it.

“How many ladies have you kissed?” she asked, smiling, “Or how many girls have you kissed?”

I felt a little embarrassed, but I couldn’t help smiling at the question. “Not many.”

“How many?” she persisted. “You should be able to give me a number.”

“None of your business,” I answered in my mind. Outwardly, I smiled at her.

“Come on,” Lola persisted.

“All right,” I said. “Let’s just say three.”

“What about you?” I asked, looking at her, “How many guys have you kissed?”

I had a feeling I already knew the answer.

She turned to me, her face suddenly serious.

“None,” she said, with a slightly deflated note in her voice, “I’m not even sure I’d know how to do it.”

“It’s not so difficult.” I smiled.

She looked at me, with almost challenging look in her eyes. “What’s it like?”

“Good,” I said, pursing my lips, and shrugging my shoulders. “It’s just a short contact of lips.”

“Can I try it?” she asked, turning to stare at me.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“I want to know if I can try it with you and see what it’s like,” she said simply.

“Why not?” I said, as if I didn’t care about it. I really wanted to do this but I didn’t want to be too eager about it.

I leaned over and put my arms on her shoulders, and gently pulled her towards myself, and leaned forward, kissing her gently on her soft little mouth. I was no expert, but I held the kiss for a moment, feeling a little wave of excitement go through me, and then with our faces still close enough for me to feel her breath, I looked at her, waiting for her response.

Maybe I’ll join in later. I’ve already seen something plunging in and out of Bukky’s butthole up close and personal.”
 
Bukky didn’t wait for further confirmation, grabbing my hand and dragged me from the room.
 
As antsy as Bukky initially appeared to be, she didn’t just strip naked, get onto all fours on her bed, and howl for me to yank out the butt plug and replace it with my beautiful dick. Instead, as soon as she got to her bed, she spun around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and flopped backward.
 
I fell with my big cousin across her mattress, laughing from the adrenaline rush. She soon shut me up with her lips, humming happily as our tongues twisted together. For a couple of minutes at least, we enjoyed the simple pleasure of making out, not unlike the way I’d done with Arin for the past week. Neither of us made a move to remove our clothes, content the way things were for now.
 
But eventually, her hands started tugging at the hem of my shirt. I helped her remove it and let her grin as she rubbed my pecs and scratched my abs. Turnabout was fair play, so I slid my hands beneath her shirt to play with her big boobs. And after that, the clothes started coming off.
 
last to go were her sweattrousers and panties, and after I dragged them off her feet, I didn’t crawl all the way back up her body. Instead I separated her thighs and lay down between them, blowing on her clit before I took a long, languid lick.
 
She shivered and moaned, but just when I started to eat her in earnest, she grabbed my hair and tugged on it, saying, “Your cousin ate me out plenty last night. I need to feel cock.”
 
Eyebrows raised, I reluctantly abandoned my dessert and kissed my way up her naked wonderland, from inner thighs to taut tummy (pausing to stick my tongue into her belly button while she squealed and squirmed), from bounteous bosom to the hollow of her neck. Eventually, my lips made their way along her jawline and reached her mouth. And right before we kissed, she grabbed my ass and pulled, my lined-up cock sliding smoothly into her sweet pussy.
 
She really did still have the butt plug in her ass. I could feel it stretching her anal chute next door. But for now, at least, this was enough. And I stopped to tenderly kiss this gorgeous young woman I loved so much, even if I wasn’t “in love” with her the way I felt for Arin.
 
So I told her so. “I love you, Bukky.”
 
She grinned and replied, “I love you, too.”
 
Neither of us started any banging motions. Staying like this was plenty good enough. (And I was TERRIFIED of cumming early).
 
Exhaling slowly, Bukky looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m sorry for yesterday. My fault for starting the whole ‘What’s going to happen after the pandemic?’ question. I only meant to tease you both. I hadnoidea Arin would actually get possessive of you.”
 
I shrugged. “She’s a teenager in love.”
 
“I know. But she’ll grow out of it eventually.”
 
I arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”



Source: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/home_alone_with_steamy_cousins/52503

What was this feeling I was having? I had never viewed her from amorous perspectives, why the sudden change of heart? She was still young, just eighteen. I was twenty-four.

Somehow, I felt I should not do things that would look like taking advantage of her. She snuggled to me. My heart was beating fast and I sighed.

“Why did you sigh?" she asked. "What were you thinking?"

“I'm thinking about you."

“Me? What about me?"

“I'm thinking that it's not good for me to flirt with you."

She seemed to think over what I said. "What's flirt?"

“Flirt is when someone tries to be romantic in a playful way."

“Is that what you're doing with me?" she asked.

“I think that's what we're doing with each other."

“What if that's not what I'm doing?"

I used my left hand to wrap her shoulders.

“What if my feeling is real?" she asked.

I sighed again. "I will caution that it could be infatuation."

“Are you trying to put me off?"

I shook my head. "No."

“Because if you try it, it won't work."

I kept quiet. Seconds passed. She put her head on my shoulder. This was getting serious.

“I could be a bad guy. I could be a guy that breaks girls' heart."

She didn't say anything.

“Did you hear what I said?"

“Yes."

“So, why didn't you say something?"

"Because I know you're lying."

I was surprised. "How could you say that?"

“Because it's the truth."

“You don't know much about me, dear Lola."

She didn't say a thing.

“Any way, I'll try to be good to you." I sighed again. "Yes, I'll be good to you."

She was still quiet.

“Are you asleep?"

"No."

“Try to say something. Why are are you so quiet?"

“I’m okay,” she replied, smiling.
She stared at me. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked.