For as long as I can remember I loved going over to my cousin Alex’s house for sleepovers. My mom and her sister were extremely close, and as a result Alex and I grew up to be close with each other as well. We were both only children and nearly the same age, so whenever I got to sleepover we had a blast keeping each other up all night with silly games and conversations.
As we got older, our interactions changed. After puberty I would find Alex sneaking looks at my body: glances down my tops as I bent forward for something, letting his eyes linger on me too long if I was wearing shorts and had my legs spread. Thought at first I was embarrassed, as I caught him doing it more and more it actually started to flatter me.
I had always thought of Alex as good looking. He’s what you would call a “cute” guy, in the best sense of the word. Messy brown hair, tall, and shining blue eyes. I have to admit, that I found myself wishing we weren’t cousins on occasion.
I remember one night we were hanging out in his basement, and the conversation turned to sex. I was 16 at the time, Alex was 17, and neither of us was very experienced. But he whittled out of me that I had been felt up by a boy at a movie once, and he divulged to me that he had gotten as far as a handjob with an ex of his.
Talking about our sexual encounters had me slightly aroused. I had recently started playing with myself in my bed some nights, and wished I could do it right then. Knowing I couldn’t, I did the next best thing uncrossed my legs so that Alex could see slightly up my skirt. He could barely keep from staring as he caught small glimpses of my cherry red panties. By this time I loved when he looked at me in that way.
But the night things really began to change was during one of our infamous sleepovers. We were going to watch a movie, and had recently changed into our sleepwear. I had put on a tank top and some short cotton shorts, my typical bedclothes. Alex had changed faster than me and was lying across the whole couch.
“Hey, don’t I get a spot?,” I asked.
“Nope! My house, my couch,” he joked, with a grin on his face.
Loving our casual ribbing I retorted, “Fine, I can just sit right here.”
I positioned myself in front of him on the couch, lying down so that my back was to him and my face was to the TV. Both of us on our sides, he had his own back against the back of the couch. Instead of finally relinquishing and sitting up, he stayed as he was and instead hit play on the movie. He then rested his hand on my hip and snuggled up to enjoy the flick.
The movie was an action thriller but the hero and leading lady of course had to have a private bedroom moment before the ultimate showdown. The two of them engaged in a steamy sex scene without many graphic details, but nevertheless, it was erotic.
I knew the scene was having an effect on me, but I hadn’t thought about what Alex’s reaction might be. As the scene went on, I felt his hand slip upward along the side of my body, moving from my hip to the top of my shorts, gently working the hem of my tank top upwards as he went. I didn’t think too much of it, but then his hand slowly shifted around toward the front of my stomach.
With his fingers tracing the top of my shorts, my breathing got slightly shallow. His touch tickled slightly, but was forbidden enough that it turned me on.
Another slight shift in pressure and he had his hand under the waistband of my shorts. At this point, slightly taken aback, I grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing, Alex?”
“I’m sorry, Leah. I’ll stop.”
We sat there in silence for a moment. I had asked the question because I was curious, not necessarily to admonish him. After a bit, I removed my hand but left Alex’s where I had stopped his progress.
He seemed content with the progress he had already made and didn’t move his hand for a long time. But with his fingers resting on top of the waistband of my panties, we were both plenty aroused by the situation.
But inevitably, I felt his fingers moving again. I felt pressure on my skin, and then Alex had his hand just underneath my panties.
I squirmed a bit, adjusting my legs as feelings of excitement rippled through me from within. Alex worked his hand slowly closer and closer to my most private region. He stopped just above where my lips started.
Perhaps he was nervous or perhaps he wasn’t sure I’d let him go on, but again the moment stalled briefly. I was getting wetter by the moment though, just from having his hand inches from my pussy.
By way of hinting that it was ok, I grabbed his wrist again and slid his hand gently lower. Instead of touching me where I so badly needed it though, he let his hand glide slightly away, pushing my shorts outward slightly toward the TV.
I removed my hand and decided to let him make the next move if and when he was ready. I didn’t have to wait long, as he leaned his head forward and whispered into my right ear, “Can I touch you?”
I drew in a sharp intake of breath through my nose and slowly, seductively nodded my head twice. Finally! His index finger descended onto my slit and started working up and down it, tracing my lips and gently parting them. My wetness really intensified via the contact, the first time I’d ever let a boy touch me down there.
He slowly rubbed me in this fashion for a while, and then moved up to my clit, moving it in gentle circles.
As we got older, our interactions changed. After puberty I would find Alex sneaking looks at my body: glances down my tops as I bent forward for something, letting his eyes linger on me too long if I was wearing shorts and had my legs spread. Thought at first I was embarrassed, as I caught him doing it more and more it actually started to flatter me.
I had always thought of Alex as good looking. He’s what you would call a “cute” guy, in the best sense of the word. Messy brown hair, tall, and shining blue eyes. I have to admit, that I found myself wishing we weren’t cousins on occasion.
I remember one night we were hanging out in his basement, and the conversation turned to sex. I was 16 at the time, Alex was 17, and neither of us was very experienced. But he whittled out of me that I had been felt up by a boy at a movie once, and he divulged to me that he had gotten as far as a handjob with an ex of his.
Talking about our sexual encounters had me slightly aroused. I had recently started playing with myself in my bed some nights, and wished I could do it right then. Knowing I couldn’t, I did the next best thing uncrossed my legs so that Alex could see slightly up my skirt. He could barely keep from staring as he caught small glimpses of my cherry red panties. By this time I loved when he looked at me in that way.
But the night things really began to change was during one of our infamous sleepovers. We were going to watch a movie, and had recently changed into our sleepwear. I had put on a tank top and some short cotton shorts, my typical bedclothes. Alex had changed faster than me and was lying across the whole couch.
“Hey, don’t I get a spot?,” I asked.
“Nope! My house, my couch,” he joked, with a grin on his face.
Loving our casual ribbing I retorted, “Fine, I can just sit right here.”
I positioned myself in front of him on the couch, lying down so that my back was to him and my face was to the TV. Both of us on our sides, he had his own back against the back of the couch. Instead of finally relinquishing and sitting up, he stayed as he was and instead hit play on the movie. He then rested his hand on my hip and snuggled up to enjoy the flick.
The movie was an action thriller but the hero and leading lady of course had to have a private bedroom moment before the ultimate showdown. The two of them engaged in a steamy sex scene without many graphic details, but nevertheless, it was erotic.
I knew the scene was having an effect on me, but I hadn’t thought about what Alex’s reaction might be. As the scene went on, I felt his hand slip upward along the side of my body, moving from my hip to the top of my shorts, gently working the hem of my tank top upwards as he went. I didn’t think too much of it, but then his hand slowly shifted around toward the front of my stomach.
With his fingers tracing the top of my shorts, my breathing got slightly shallow. His touch tickled slightly, but was forbidden enough that it turned me on.
Another slight shift in pressure and he had his hand under the waistband of my shorts. At this point, slightly taken aback, I grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing, Alex?”
“I’m sorry, Leah. I’ll stop.”
We sat there in silence for a moment. I had asked the question because I was curious, not necessarily to admonish him. After a bit, I removed my hand but left Alex’s where I had stopped his progress.
He seemed content with the progress he had already made and didn’t move his hand for a long time. But with his fingers resting on top of the waistband of my panties, we were both plenty aroused by the situation.
But inevitably, I felt his fingers moving again. I felt pressure on my skin, and then Alex had his hand just underneath my panties.
I squirmed a bit, adjusting my legs as feelings of excitement rippled through me from within. Alex worked his hand slowly closer and closer to my most private region. He stopped just above where my lips started.
Perhaps he was nervous or perhaps he wasn’t sure I’d let him go on, but again the moment stalled briefly. I was getting wetter by the moment though, just from having his hand inches from my pussy.
By way of hinting that it was ok, I grabbed his wrist again and slid his hand gently lower. Instead of touching me where I so badly needed it though, he let his hand glide slightly away, pushing my shorts outward slightly toward the TV.
I removed my hand and decided to let him make the next move if and when he was ready. I didn’t have to wait long, as he leaned his head forward and whispered into my right ear, “Can I touch you?”
I drew in a sharp intake of breath through my nose and slowly, seductively nodded my head twice. Finally! His index finger descended onto my slit and started working up and down it, tracing my lips and gently parting them. My wetness really intensified via the contact, the first time I’d ever let a boy touch me down there.
He slowly rubbed me in this fashion for a while, and then moved up to my clit, moving it in gentle circles.
The feeling was indescribable, as he slowly worked me toward my first orgasm by someone else’s hand.
I reached down and pulled at the waistband of my shorts and panties, and taking the hint, Alex paused long enough to allow me to slide them both off. My lower half naked, I spread my legs wider than before to allow Alex greater access.
With his newfound freedom of movement, Alex found my opening and worked his middle finger inside of me. He finger fucked me with it as he slowly penetrated me deeper, curling his finger up inside of me as he went. I was in heaven.
(I’ll note now that my hymen had previously been broken during a personal masturbation session gone wrong…not pleasant, but Alex’s finger met no resistance as a result.)
After a few moments of that, he withdrew his now quite wet finger and went back to circling my clit. The stimulation was overwhelming, my pussy lips were blossoming outwards and I could feel my climax approaching. I grabbed Alex’s wrist again and continued his circling motion only with more pace. He caught on quite well and continued the accelerated pace as I let go.
My legs were now squirming as I prepared for that familiar rush, only I could already feel its intensity was going to be higher than when I did this to myself. And that is exactly what happened as my orgasm hit and I clamped my legs down on Alex’s hand as it passed.
My face flushed and my hair tousled, I took a moment to come down from the amazing high I had just experienced. When I regained my composure, I rolled myself over on my other side and looked Alex in the face.
Smiling, I reached down to his crotch and tugged at his own shorts. In a frenzied but clumsy hurry, he worked to push them down and off his own legs. This was the first penis I had seen up close, but I knew the gist of what to do. I started tugging at it, working into an easy rhythm as I cupped my hand around his shaft.
On the narrow couch, my range of arm movement was rather limited, so I sat up as Alex shifted onto his back. Kneeling on the floor now, I went back to work, stroking him up and down, and listening to him grunt and moan in approval.
I was amazed how hard he felt in my hand, so firm and warm. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long as his grunts became more verbalized. My suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Alex told me, “I’m going to cum, Leah.”
I stopped, which caused him to open his eyes and look at me.
“Keep going, Leah, you’re doing amazing.”
“Alex, I–do you want to cum inside me?”
I was so horny that I really wanted to feel this hard shaft stretching me (I was in fact not sure how it would fit). Feeling it in my hands just instantly made my pussy ache for it to penetrate me.
Without saying a word, Alex lifted me on top of him. I straddled him with my legs as he reached down to line himself up to my soaking opening. He slowly moved the head of his penis along my slit, from top to bottom, lubricating it with both of our fluids.
Then, he pushed forward. The head of his cock slipped easily inside me and I gasped, “Ooh…” as I felt my walls stretching to accommodate its visitor. Alex eased slightly outward, and then pushed his hips forward, allowing more of his cock to slip inside me. The third time he did it, he must have hit something special because a rush of fluid splashed out of my pussy, making me even wetter (which I was convinced was impossible).
Now literally dripping around Alex, his penis slid easily inside me, as he worked it all the way in.
The feeling was so incredible, having my cute cousin deep inside of me, having already had two orgasms. We sat there for a moment, neither of us moving, just getting used to these new and exhilarating sensations.
Then, Alex pulled outwards again. Now he was fucking me. He established a rhythm, and I felt the veins on his cock as they brushed against my walls, back and forth.
With him already worked up from my work on him, I knew it wouldn’t last. But now I just wanted to feel his cum. My naive, horny self just wanted to feel all Alex could give me, despite our obviously stupid lack of birth control.
“Oh, Alex, I want to feel that cum. Fuck me and cum inside me, Alex.”
“Leah, mmm, you feel amazing. You’re so tight and wet.”
“Come on, Alex, I want you to fill me up. Give me all of your cum.”
Alex picked up his pace and his breathing became very shallow. He was grunting with every stroke, and I could tell he was coming close.
Then, “Oh, shit!” he said, and it started. Alex buried himself in me as deep as he was able, and I could feel his hot cum bursting out. It was like a warm flood inside of me, rope after rope exploding into me. I was amazed at how long he came, as lesser and lesser pumps continued to jump out of his cock. I loved the feeling of his hot cum dripping inside of my pussy walls.
Finally his orgasm subsided, and I collapsed on top of him as we attempted to catch our breath and composure. As we came back down to earth, I lifted myself up onto my elbows and looked down at Alex’s smiling face.
“That was amazing, Leah.”
“It sure was. Why did we wait this long?”
“Ha, well we’ll just have to talk our moms into extra sleepovers to make up for lost time.”
“Sounds like a plan, that felt so good, I can’t wait to do it again.”
I reached down and pulled at the waistband of my shorts and panties, and taking the hint, Alex paused long enough to allow me to slide them both off. My lower half naked, I spread my legs wider than before to allow Alex greater access.
With his newfound freedom of movement, Alex found my opening and worked his middle finger inside of me. He finger fucked me with it as he slowly penetrated me deeper, curling his finger up inside of me as he went. I was in heaven.
(I’ll note now that my hymen had previously been broken during a personal masturbation session gone wrong…not pleasant, but Alex’s finger met no resistance as a result.)
After a few moments of that, he withdrew his now quite wet finger and went back to circling my clit. The stimulation was overwhelming, my pussy lips were blossoming outwards and I could feel my climax approaching. I grabbed Alex’s wrist again and continued his circling motion only with more pace. He caught on quite well and continued the accelerated pace as I let go.
My legs were now squirming as I prepared for that familiar rush, only I could already feel its intensity was going to be higher than when I did this to myself. And that is exactly what happened as my orgasm hit and I clamped my legs down on Alex’s hand as it passed.
My face flushed and my hair tousled, I took a moment to come down from the amazing high I had just experienced. When I regained my composure, I rolled myself over on my other side and looked Alex in the face.
Smiling, I reached down to his crotch and tugged at his own shorts. In a frenzied but clumsy hurry, he worked to push them down and off his own legs. This was the first penis I had seen up close, but I knew the gist of what to do. I started tugging at it, working into an easy rhythm as I cupped my hand around his shaft.
On the narrow couch, my range of arm movement was rather limited, so I sat up as Alex shifted onto his back. Kneeling on the floor now, I went back to work, stroking him up and down, and listening to him grunt and moan in approval.
I was amazed how hard he felt in my hand, so firm and warm. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long as his grunts became more verbalized. My suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Alex told me, “I’m going to cum, Leah.”
I stopped, which caused him to open his eyes and look at me.
“Keep going, Leah, you’re doing amazing.”
“Alex, I–do you want to cum inside me?”
I was so horny that I really wanted to feel this hard shaft stretching me (I was in fact not sure how it would fit). Feeling it in my hands just instantly made my pussy ache for it to penetrate me.
Without saying a word, Alex lifted me on top of him. I straddled him with my legs as he reached down to line himself up to my soaking opening. He slowly moved the head of his penis along my slit, from top to bottom, lubricating it with both of our fluids.
Then, he pushed forward. The head of his cock slipped easily inside me and I gasped, “Ooh…” as I felt my walls stretching to accommodate its visitor. Alex eased slightly outward, and then pushed his hips forward, allowing more of his cock to slip inside me. The third time he did it, he must have hit something special because a rush of fluid splashed out of my pussy, making me even wetter (which I was convinced was impossible).
Now literally dripping around Alex, his penis slid easily inside me, as he worked it all the way in.
The feeling was so incredible, having my cute cousin deep inside of me, having already had two orgasms. We sat there for a moment, neither of us moving, just getting used to these new and exhilarating sensations.
Then, Alex pulled outwards again. Now he was fucking me. He established a rhythm, and I felt the veins on his cock as they brushed against my walls, back and forth.
With him already worked up from my work on him, I knew it wouldn’t last. But now I just wanted to feel his cum. My naive, horny self just wanted to feel all Alex could give me, despite our obviously stupid lack of birth control.
“Oh, Alex, I want to feel that cum. Fuck me and cum inside me, Alex.”
“Leah, mmm, you feel amazing. You’re so tight and wet.”
“Come on, Alex, I want you to fill me up. Give me all of your cum.”
Alex picked up his pace and his breathing became very shallow. He was grunting with every stroke, and I could tell he was coming close.
Then, “Oh, shit!” he said, and it started. Alex buried himself in me as deep as he was able, and I could feel his hot cum bursting out. It was like a warm flood inside of me, rope after rope exploding into me. I was amazed at how long he came, as lesser and lesser pumps continued to jump out of his cock. I loved the feeling of his hot cum dripping inside of my pussy walls.
Finally his orgasm subsided, and I collapsed on top of him as we attempted to catch our breath and composure. As we came back down to earth, I lifted myself up onto my elbows and looked down at Alex’s smiling face.
“That was amazing, Leah.”
“It sure was. Why did we wait this long?”
“Ha, well we’ll just have to talk our moms into extra sleepovers to make up for lost time.”
“Sounds like a plan, that felt so good, I can’t wait to do it again.”