As I walked by the bathroom, I noticed that the door wasn’t shut. It was more opened than it was closed. My curiosity locked my legs into place. I didn’t want to, but my emotions and my lust for her took over as I peered in. Behind the frosted privacy glass of the shower stall I saw her form. It was stunning. She was short, but she was perfectly proportioned. She moved about under steamy hot water and soaped herself. My heart felt like it wanted to pound out of my chest. My erection threatened to punch its way out of my pants. I reached down and grabbed at my cock and imagined what it would be like to have my hands soaping her body. I held my breath when Carey reached between her legs. She faced the tiled wall of the shower stall and braced as she began to touch herself. She parted her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to rub furiously. I reached underneath my pants and past my boxers and took hold of my dripping cock. I tugged at it slowly as I tried my hardest to not make a single noise as I watched her. I stroked at her pace, mentally imagining myself pumping into her. Her pace quickened and quickened. I matched her. I felt myself close to climax, ashamed that I couldn’t hold out longer. Her legs began to tremble and buckle as her orgasm rushed through her. Her moans were inaudible. She pressed her head against the tile as she stroked harder and faster.
“Oh… god… Matt…” she said as her voice trembled.
I stopped. My hand stopped. My heart stopped. My body tensed up. I pulled my hand out of my boxers and pants. I stood there in shock. My eyes were still locked onto her as she climaxed and shuddered. She pressed up against the tiled wall and breathed heavily. I turned quietly and walked into our room. I left her to the rest of her shower as I sat on my bed. My palms were sweaty. My head was spinning. My heart was racing. In any other situation, with any other girl, I would have thrown open the bathroom door and had my way, but this was Carey. This was my cousin.
“Matt?”
Carey’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She stood in the hallway as she peered into our room.
“Are you ok?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No?” she said as she took a few steps into the room. She was dressed in a pair of pajama shorts that revealed all too much of her legs that I loved to stare at. Her top was no better. It was one of my flannel button downs that she had confiscated from my drawers to use for sleep or for bumming around the house. The shirt hung off one of her shoulders and revealed a great deal of bare skin above her breasts.
“Come here.” I said.
Carey did as told and walked over to me timidly. She stood in front of me. She wriggled her toes nervously. “Matt?”
“What is going?” I asked finally after what felt like forever.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this…” I said as I reached out with a trembling hand and touched her legs. She stiffened up for a second with the shock of my touch, but soon relaxed. I moved my hands up and down the length of her legs. “… I mean all of this. You being flirty and cute… you were never like this…”
“I…” she said as a shudder hissed from her lips as my hand reached further and further up her legs until it slid under her shorts. “… Matt…”
“Come on, I’m not stupid. I’ve noticed what you have been doing. You getting into bed with me… cousins don’t do this, Carey.” I said as I reached past her thighs and soon found that she wore no panties underneath her little shorts. “… what I’m doing now… what you are allowing me to do… it isn’t what cousins do.”
“I know.” She said as she closed her eyes and bit her lip cutely. “I… I… can’t help it…”
“Help what?” I asked as I pushed my hand towards the back of her shorts and cupped a naked ass cheek. She gasped with excitement.
“I can’t help being this way.” She said as she stepped closer to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. “… being around you has done something to me.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. I know it is wrong… but, I don’t care.”
“You don’t?”
Carey licked her lips and shook her head.
I palmed and squeezed her ass cheek. It felt amazing. “I have to ask you something.”
“Anything…” she hissed.
“Have you been leaving the doors open for me to watch you?”
She nodded.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to see me.”
“Oh?”
She nodded.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to see me as a woman and not as a nerdy little girl.”
“Why?”
Carey opened her eyes and leaned towards me. She kissed me firmly on my lips. The kiss was electrifying. It felt like an explosion of feelings and urges that raged from within both our bodies and met where are lips connected. I grabbed at her. I pulled her close to me. I felt her hands claw at my back as our kiss deepened. Her tongue parted my lips and darted into my mouth. I met her tongue with my own. She broke the kiss and pushed me back from advancing. “… I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to see how I have changed.”
“Carey… but why?”
“Because… I love you. I always have and not as a cousin. I mean, I love you as a cousin, but there are more feelings about it. More feelings that I can’t describe.”
“Feelings?”
She nodded. “Ever since I was a little girl. Ever since we have been hanging out together. Ever since we have been watching all those scary movies and you would hold me as I screamed. I’ve had feelings ever since then. I know it is wrong having these feelings. I’m not stupid. But, the heart and the body want what they want.”
“This is wrong.”
She nodded. “I know.”
I pulled my hand from under her shorts and held onto her loosely. My hands were around her waist and I reveled at how small it was. She felt great in my hands. She reached down and timidly touched my hands with hers.
“It feels good having your hands on me.”
“Does it?”
She nodded.
“What do we do now?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know.”
I nodded.
“Matt?”
I looked up at her. “Yeah?”
“Do you have feelings?”
I shrugged, “Not the way you do. Not at first.”
Her face expressed the mixed emotions she had. “You don’t feel the same?”
“Carey…” I started. “… I have always seen you as a nerdy little girl. You are my cousin. There is no escaping that. When you showed up at our doorstep weeks ago, I wasn’t too thrilled having you around. I am going to be honest, I was against it. But, seeing you change into the woman you are now, it changed my point of view. I enjoyed having you around. It wasn’t an immediate change, but it was a change of heart. You are awesome. You are funny. You give me the shit that I give you, and I like that a lot. There were times where I wished the women that I dated were just like you.”
“Like that girl last week?” she remarked. “I remembered you coming home from your date all pissed.”
I nodded, “Yes.”
“So?” Carey asked as she pulled herself closer to me. “What are you telling me?”
“I have the same feelings too. Maybe not as deep as yours and maybe not as emotional as yours…”
“More physical?” she asked as she pushed closer to me and straddled a knee of mine. I immediately felt the heat that radiated from her. She pushed herself against my leg. “I can understand that.”
I pulled my hands away from her waist and slowly slid them up the flannel shirt she wore. She held me off. Her hands slowly undid the buttons of the shirt. My breathing matched hers, quickened with anticipation and excitement. When the last button of the shirt was undone, she slowly let it slip off her body revealing her silken skin and two perfectly shaped breasts with two slightly darker than flesh toned erect nipples. She stood from my leg and pulled off her shorts. She kicked them aside and stood in front of me.
“Look at me, Matt.” She said as she took off her glasses and set them on the desk near her futon. “Look at me.”
I did. She was stunning. It wasn’t like before. No stolen glances. No hidden leering. No angling to see better. She stood naked before me. She stood in perfect beautiful stillness. She felt my eyes roam across her body. There wasn’t anything on her that I would have wanted better. She was perfection incarnate. I stood from my bed and pulled her against me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.
“I was going to ask if you liked what you saw…” She said softly. “But… I can feel that you do.”
I smirked as I felt her push up against my erection. She pushed me back and onto the bed. I fell down onto it with a loud ‘thump’. I looked up and saw that there was something different in her eyes. There was a hunger in them. It was primal. It was unstoppable. She climbed onto the bed slowly. She inched her way towards me like a predator stalking its prey. She made her way to my face and planted her lips firmly on mine. She kissed with a ferocity that I had never encountered. Her hands pinned me down as she straddled me. I felt her tear at my clothes. She ripped open my button down sending the buttons across the room.