During a COVID summer in Southern California, horny teen boys look to sister/cousins for relief.
My Cousin Mickey – Part 1
“It’s getting too hot for me. Can we sit in the shade? Do you want to come in the water with me first?”
“No. I’m good, babe. I don’t want to get wet again.”
Clipping her long blond ponytail to the top of her head, she slipped quietly into the water. Working to keep her hair dry, she did a slow breaststroke to the steps at the far end of the pool. The boys were sitting on the side of the pool intent on some point of discussion. As Mickey climbed the steps, they grew quiet, and their attention shifted. They watched attentively as her lovely round bottom cleared the water, and as she pulled the yellow bikini bottom out of her butt crack.
Trying not to be too obvious about it, the boys followed her with their gaze as Mickey walked the pool deck back. Most of the time, she seems oblivious to how attractive she is, but the boys sure notice it.
I notice it too, as I watched her tiptoe walk back to my end of the pool shaking off the water, now a bit cold from the breeze. She loosened the hair clip to let her long blond hair down her back.
Mickey’s figure is nearly perfect – thin waist; hips the same width as her shoulders; tits that nicely fill her bikini top. Slender, standing 5’4”, she has a very pretty, classically triangular face, with prominent cheekbones, full lips, and a narrow lower jaw. Her lovely, silvery blond hair falls to just below her shoulder blades. She has beautiful big eyes that are an unusual shade of light blue. They’re kind of blue-gray. Her breasts are quite nice. Though just filling a B cup, they’re perfect for her frame. Her tight, round bottom makes up for any lack up top. She’s quite feminine, but surpassingly feisty and strong. I’ve seen her kick the ass of a year older girl who was bullying a handicapped kid in our class.
Mickey and Sean are my cousins, and this is their folk’s house. Christopher and I live about a half mile away with our mom. Our dad died when Christopher and I were little. We lived in Denver then. He traveled a lot as a Field Service Engineer for some industrial automation company. One wintery Friday night he was driving home from the airport when a drunk driver crossed the freeway divider. It was a high-speed head-on collision. He and the other driver were both killed.
The only good fortune of it all was that the drunk driver was some rich guy. Mom’s attorney won a big settlement from his estate. She used the money to buy our house in this suburb east of San Diego. We moved here because Mickey’s mom, our aunt Danielle, is her only living relative. Mom used some of the settlement money to put finish her associate degree, and to earn her paralegal certification. It was always her dream to be an attorney, but circumstances never allowed it. She used the rest of the money to set up college trust funds for Christopher and I.
The two boys can be a pain, but we’re all pretty close. Like everyone else, we’re stuck at home, with COVID having everything locked down. Last year the four of us would have all gone to the same high school, except COVID only allowed distance “learning”. Mickey and I were cheated out of our sophomore year. At least we’re lucky that Mickey’s folks have a swimming pool.
Mickey and I are 16-1/2. Sean and Christopher are both 15-1/2. We all have birthdays in October, November and December. Mickey and I’ve always been close, but because of the lockdown, we’ve grown closer. Since school classes were shut, we spend almost all of every day together. None of us drive, or even have learner permits. It’s impossible to get an appointment at the DMV. Mickey and I aren’t very interested in driving anyway.
My hair is also straight, about the same length as hers, but dark brown. I’m slim too, but a bit taller at 5’7”. I think I’m not nearly as attractive as Mickey, but I’m satisfied with my appearance, and the boys at school seemed interested enough before all of this COVID crap hit. My advantages are a great figure, and perfectly clear skin that always looks tanned. Mickey says she envies my boobs, my dark complexion, and my golden-brown eyes, which she says are ‘huge deep pools’. I’m blessed with firm, high-standing tits, that are a solid C cup. Mickey calls them my “ski jump” tits because of the way my reddish-brown nipples point a bit upwards as perfect cone-shaped continuations of the line of my breast. What I don’t like is my oversized nose. Someday I want to get that fixed, though Mickey says it’s perfect, and I’m silly.
Because all three of our parents work full time, we’re left alone most every weekday. They’re sympathetic about our current lack of opportunity for social interaction, and never object to us spending almost all of every day together.
Mickey’s house is a quite a bit nicer than ours, since their folks both have very good paying jobs. Although mom works for a big law firm, she sometimes struggles to make ends meet. Even so, I’ve always felt that Christopher and I were the more fortunate ones, because our mom is the best. Mickey’s dad also drinks quite a bit. That sometimes leads to unpleasant drama.
My mom is easier to talk to than Mickey’s mom, who can be a bit rigid. Mom always insists that Mickey call her “Diane” and not “Aunt Diane”. The beliefs that we have about boys, dating, sex, and women’s rights, almost all come from my mom.
We’re both virgins. The farthest either of us has gone was to let a boy feel up our boobs, which we both had found a bit irritating because of their rough, ham-fisted groping. After some disappointing experiences at dating, we’re now very doubtful about boys. Even if it wasn’t for COVID, we might not be dating. I don’t want to sound stuck up, but few of the guys in our school are worth our time. We call most of them “boy sluts”, “gorillas”, or worse. Those that we might like to date always have steady girlfriends.
Anyway, we both feel like we don’t NEED a boyfriend. That’s opposite to the attitude of most girls we know. I think it’s because Mickey and I have each other. We each have a person who loves us, who roots for us, who listen to us, who is always supportive, and with whom we share common values. Plus, we have my mom.
Neither of us likes porn. While some of it looks a bit romantic, it’s the obvious degradation of the girls and women that kills our interest. Mickey and I are in agreement that women should be treated with respect, something that my mom has talked about with us many times.
We do have this pair of sometimes-crude brothers that we’re stuck with. That isn’t quite as bad as it sounds. They’re gross sometimes, but they’re pretty good brothers. And we do tease them.
All this past year, and especially this summer around the pool, we’ve noticed how Christopher and Sean will stare at us, especially when they think we’re not looking. They really stare when we’re in our bikini swimsuits, which aren’t tiny, but they do show a lot of skin.
Lately, we’ve started teasing them by untying our tops while we lay face down, tanning on the pool deck. The two little twerps most always perk up when they see us getting ready to sit up or roll over. They’re hoping to see a nip slip, or to catch a glimpse of some side boob, or under boob. Once in a while we’ll take turns flashing some skin by holding our dangling top so that it only covers our nipples. It’s fun to then see the bulging of their swim trunks when their dick’s get hard.
They are slim, good-looking kids. Christopher is blond, with deep blue eyes. Sean has dark hair, and brown eyes. They look athletic, but neither is very interested in sports. They watch it on TV but aren’t much into actually doing it.
I always thought it unusual that our complexions are reversed. My brother shares Mickey’s light complexion, and her brother shares my darker skin tone and hair.
Mickey has always had a bit of an unspoken crush on Christopher, who’s quite pretty, with almost girl-like features. I’ve always thought of Sean as “interesting”, with his huge brown eyes, and long dreamy lashes. He’s about two inches taller than Christopher, who’s about my height. Sean is the Alpha male of the two, whereas Christopher has always been the sensitive one. Consequently, Sean bears most of the weight of our pranks. We enjoy taking him down every chance we get. We’re trying to teach him to be more sensitive.
This day’s drama all started after Mickey’s little swim, when the boys gawped as we moved to sit under the patio umbrella. Maybe deciding the show was over for a while, the boys went inside. A few minutes later, they came back out the patio door.
“Hey, we’re going to make us some lunch. Would you two like us to fix you a sandwich?” It was Sean asking.
Both being small eaters, we decided to split a sandwich.
About 10 minutes later they brought us a lovely chicken sandwich with avocado, tomato, lettuce, and sprouts, and iced tea. They were acting rather polite and considerate, a bit different that their often-irritating selves.
Mickey turned to me, “Shannon, what do you think is up with these two? Why are they being so nice to us all of a sudden?”
“What?” asked Sean. “Is it wrong for us to be nice to our sisters?”
“No, it isn’t wrong, just a bit strange. What do you want?”
“Nothing. We just think you two are great.”
Mickey and I laughed at that.
“Come on, Shannon,” said Mickey. “Let’s go eat inside. It’s hot out here again, and the BS is getting deep.”
Like puppy dogs, the boys followed us inside. Almost as soon as we took a drink of tea, they were there to refill our glass.
“Okay, you loveable little creeps,” said Mickey, “What’s going on? What do you want?”
They stammered and mumbled.
“Well, just tell us what’s going on”, I said.
“This is hard to ask,” said Sean. “I mean, it’s a lot, and we really don’t want you to get mad at us, because we think you two are about the prettiest girls in our school.”
He stopped.
Mickey cocked her head to the side, “Well, that’s kind of sweet, but also a little weird.”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” pleaded Christopher.
“I can’t promise that” she replied, “Because we don’t know what you’re talking about. But I promise that we’ll at least count to ten first.”
He blurted it out. “Sean and I are hoping that you would let us see you without your tops on.”
Mickey and I burst out laughing. Both boys got red in the face.
After we stopped laughing, I said, “Fuck off, you little perverts. We’re NOT going to show you our tits.”
Mickey and I try hard not to swear, but sometimes it’s just so appropriate; like in the middle of hot sex, or when your little brother asks to see your bare boobs.
“But why not?” pleaded Sean. “What harm would it do? They are a beautiful, natural, part of your body. And we promise that we only want to admire them. Can’t you just think of it as a nice way to give us a gift that won’t cost you anything?”
“Yeah, right,” said Mickey, “And then you’ll probably go in your bedroom and jerk each other off.”
“We’ve never done that,” protested Sean.
Christopher actually looked hurt, “That isn’t a fair thing to say when we’re just telling you how pretty we think you are.”
Mickey looked at me. I just raised my eyebrows.
I was surprised when she said, “Tell you what, we’ll think about it. That’s all I’m going to say. Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Cool,” said Sean, and they started down the hall to his bedroom.
“Hey, wait a minute,” shouted Mickey. “Clean up this lunch mess first.”
We called my mom a bit later, asking to spend the night at Mickey’s house. Mickey and I, usually spend the daytime at her house, while we usually eat dinner and sleep at my house. This is because we don’t want my mom to be alone. Mickey’s folks didn’t care very much one way or the other. The boys most often sleep at Mickey’s, where Christopher uses one of their two guest bedrooms.
Mickey’s bedroom is very girly. I like it a lot. We both like frilly, soft, feminine things. Thankfully, she doesn’t have posters of any teen heart throbs. She has great taste in clothes, and a walk-in closet I would die for. She needs it, because this girl does like shoes. She must have a hundred pair, along with 50 different belts. I’m lucky that I can just fit into her shoes, and she is always urging me to borrow them.
Later that night, sharing Mickey’s queen size bed, we laughed as we talked about what the boys had asked. As she kissed my shoulder, I told her that I was a bit surprised when she talked that we would even think about it.
“Well, it IS kind of a turn on to be asked, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I guess so. But it would be really weird, parading our bare tits for those horny little brats. I’m amazed that they even asked.”
With increasing regularity, Mickey and I ‘mess around’ with each other. During the first months of the lockdown, we had talked about boys a lot. That evolved into sexy talk about getting turned on. That led to confessing to each other about masturbating. That led to some nice touching of each other. In the last months, we’ve been ‘messing around’ more and more often.
We were self conscious with each other at first, but now really enjoy every form of each other’s touch. For months now, we’ve slept naked together every night. Any shyness with each other has long evaporated.
We like to think that we aren’t really into lesbian stuff, but it’s wonderful to be felt up by my pretty cousin. It’s very nice to hold her naked body. I really love it when she fondles my breasts, and sucks on my nipples. In the beginning I would imagine I was with some good-looking boy. Now, I’m happy enough to be with my pretty cousin. She says that it’s the same for her.
As we talked about the boys’ ask to see our tits, we both got turned on. Mickey slipped her finger down my wet slit.
“My goodness,” she said. “Something has you revved up”.
She took my hand and guided it between her legs. She was just as wet as I was. I slipped a finger into her. At the same time, I moved my head to her chest and took a nipple in my mouth.
“Oh my, that’s always so nice.”
A moment later, she said, “But I don’t want to come yet. I want to kiss you between your legs first.”
Mickey scooted down under the sheet. She kissed and massaged my tits, sucking each nipple in turn. She kissed her way down my belly. Gently spreading my legs, I felt her warm breath on my sex. She lightly kissed my inner thighs.
“Your skin here is so soft and smooth. It’s like kissing some warm liquid.”
She then moved to my pussy, kissing my outer lips, and running her tongue along each surface of every fold and crease. She’s always so tender and gentle. I love that. It had taken us a couple of months to work up to oral sex, although from early on we took delight in tasting each other from our fingers. In the beginning, eating each other out seemed like too much of a lesbian thing, and we were both nervous about where it was all leading.
Mickey licked a bit more forcefully. She stuck her tongue deep inside my vagina. It felt delicious.
“Oh, Mickey, it feels so good to have you lick me there.”
She moved her lips to my clitoris. She licked me there, first gently, then with increasing pressure.
I whimpered. “Yes. That’s so hot.”
At that, Mickey took my clit between her lips and started sucking gently. She slipped a long finger inside of me. With her other hand, she reached up and fondled my breast, lightly tweaking and pinching my nipple. I felt that at the bottom of my spine. She sucked on my clit, while fingering me deliciously. Without thinking about it, I spread my knees wide and high, imploring her to work deeper. It wasn’t long before I started to come, grinding my sex up to her mouth. I reached down and pulled her mouth tighter to my clit.
“Oh. I’m coming soon . . . Don’t stop.”
I spread my knees as wide as possible. She sucked harder and fingered faster. With my free hand, I felt the soft pillow of my other neglected breast and pulled hard on my nipple.
“Oh, babe. Yes. I’m coming now. I’m cummmmming.”
As what felt like every muscle in my body fired, my legs started shaking. With my orgasm consuming me, Mickey kept her mouth to my clit, but just applying a steady sucking pressure. She kept her finger inside of me, slowly moving it in and out of my wet pussy, as my contractions gradually weakened.
Once I was spent, Mickey crawled up next to me. She kissed my mouth passionately, probing with her tongue. Her tongue danced delicately around mine. I love her tender kisses. I could taste myself on her face.
She moaned softly into my mouth, then whispered, “That was a turn on for me too.”
“Mickey, that was so, so good. Now, though, I want to taste you.”
Even though Mickey’s breasts are a bit smaller, they’re quite pretty, with half-dollar sized, puffy, dark pink nipples that are very sensitive. I nudged her to raise up over me, so that her breasts would be hanging above my mouth. I sucked lovingly on each nipple in turn.
I finally worked my way down to lick her slit. I love her slight, musky, girl scent. I love the tangy taste of her pussy. Mickey’s pussy is always puffy and full, which I think is so sexy. The pink inner lips of her pussy protrude nicely, but daintily. They are beautiful, and just large enough, and sticking out just enough, to allow me to suck them between my lips. Fortunately for me, she always says that the darker, and more prominent inner lips of my pussy are a turn on for her. She says there’s more to see and lick.
I sucked on her clit, with my index finger stroking in and out of her pussy hole. I licked and swallowed as much of her pussy juice as I could gather with my tongue. I reached my tongue as deep as possible into her wet hole before again pushing my index finger deep inside to put pressure on every surface of her virgin tunnel. I don’t like the term “G-spot”, but it is real, and I always pay it appropriate attention.
“Yes. Suck on my cunt. That’s wonderful. Yes. Yes. Finger me harder. Oh . . . make me come Shannon . . . Oh, fuck. Fuck. I’m coming now.”
Mickey’s orgasm seemed even stronger than mine. When she finally calmed down, I did my best to lick her clean of every bit of that slippery liquid.
Resting contentedly, we held each other, naked breast pressed against naked breast. Her slender thigh was between my legs, and her head nuzzled my neck. This was one of her favorite positions.
I asked Mickey, “Do you think this makes us lesbians?”
This was a running joke for us.
She laughed, “Fuck no. I do love you, but I still want to feel a cock in my pussy. I’m sorry, but doubt if I’ll ever fantasize about you. I’ll probably always fantasize about some hunky stud fucking me from behind.”
Some variation of that was always her answer, but I laughed anyway.
“And so,” I asked her, “What do you think about what our two little pervert brothers want?”
She replied, “Well, it’s kind of hot, and it sure seems like the idea of it got you going. Now, think about it. We could have some fun with this. They’re so helpless and horny that we could make them our slaves. But we need some leverage to protect ourselves. I have an idea about that.”
She explained. It did include us showing the boys our tits, but there would be a lot more to it.
“Oh, that’s hot,” I said. “I would REALLY like to see that.”
She added, “At first, they’ll probably whine like little girls, but they’re so horny that I think they’ll finally submit. We have what they want.”