John Kellerman: Balling cousins

My mother got up. "Well, I'm glad it's all settled. Would you like a glass of milk, Jessica, before you go to bed?"

"No thanks, Aunt Martha." Her fingers lay still in her lap.

I followed my mother out of the room and as soon as the kitchen door swung shut, I gave her an impatient look. "Look, Mom, it's pretty rough country up there and Jessica being blind and all that means I'll have to be the one to lead her around all over the place."

"Now, Ross, you know the kind of person Jess is. Why, some sighted people don't get around half so good. She's very independent."

"But one of these days she's going to fall bad and…"

"Your cousin's not afraid of a little spill occasionally." My mother took my hand. "Ross, she's such a good girl and it's especially important this time that she get this vacation." There was a worried look on her face.

"What do you mean by that?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Jessica's been having… problems. She doesn't have any close friends her own age, and the people at the school say she works too hard. Lately she's been getting a little psychiatric counseling, but her mother and I feel that a vacation is really what she needs."

"You mean she's…" I tapped my head.

"Of course not!" my mother walked nervously across the kitchen and returned. "It's just that she gets a little caught up about things sometimes."

"Guess I don't have much choice."

When we came back into the front room, Jessica hadn't moved. Her blouse was so thin that I could see the line of her shoulder blades through it. Just like I'd thought, there was no bra strap crossing her back.

"Well, I'm going off to bed," Mom said. "Ross, you can help Jessica to her room upstairs when she's ready."

I sat down at the other end of the soft and looked at my cousin's profile. The long straight nose and the way her cheekbones were so high made her look like some exotic princess. She felt my stare and turned slightly.

"You really don't want to take me along, do you, Ross?"

It was just like I'd always thought: blind people could smell things out. "It's no big thing," I said quickly, deciding to be honest. "We can work it out."

"I won't be any trouble; really I won't." Her hands came alive again, the finger interlacing. "Could you move closer? I feel funny talking to someone I can't touch."

Jessica had touched me lots of times before. I could even remember a time when I was five and Jessie had been ten. We'd played a game where I frowned or smiled or made some other kind of face and she tried to guess what I was thinking just by running her fingertips over my lips and brow and chin. But this time when her long fingers tickled my cheeks, I got a terrific surge of excitement… right in my crotch. There was a powdery fragrance about her, too, that I hadn't ever noticed before. Behind the dark lenses of her glasses I could see the blank look of her open eyes.

"How are things at school?" I asked, lamely trying to make conversation.

"How was your date?" she asked back, the hint of a shy smile on her lips. When Jessica smiled, there were tiny dimples just under her eyes. Even with her dark glasses on, I could see them.

"How did you know I had a date?"

"Aunt Martha told me, but I would've known anyway." She wrinkled up her nose and gave me a knowing smile. "You smell kind of…"

Jessica giggled and put a hand to her mouth. I blushed. "Yeah, this chick uses a lot of crummy perfume."

My cousin brought her face close to mine, almost as if she could see me. "It's not the perfume, Ross."

This time I really went red. In a weird way I was glad Jessica couldn't see me. "You want to go to bed now?" I mumbled.

Jessie's face clouded. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Ross." She reached out and took my hand. "My gosh, I wasn't exactly born yesterday. It doesn't bother me that you take girls out and… make love to them." Her smile came back. "Not mad any more?"

"Naw. I'm not mad." The conversation had me sweating. For one thing I wasn't used to talking to one girl about another. And also I was starting to see the woman in Jessica for the very first time in my life.

"Was she pretty?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Your date tonight, silly."

"Oh. Well, to tell you the truth, she wasn't so hot-looking." I stood up and jammed my hands in my pocket, wishing Jessica would hurry up and go to bed.

"Does she love you?"

"Shit, no!" I blurted.

Jessica laughed happily at my choice of words. I sat down again, accidentally brushing her warm leg with my own. The hem of her short skirt pulled up a little, but she didn't seem to be aware of what had happened. I swallowed hard and looked down between her smooth-fleshed thighs where the little band of powder-blue silk covered her cunt mound. Jessie's hands were on my face spin, her mouth drawn tight as she concentrated on what her fingers told her.

"You've grown, Ross. Your chin is… stronger." She smiled. "How often do you shave?"

"Every other day when I think of it."

Jessica laughed. "You could use one every day. Especially if you want to keep those high school girls happy."

I shrugged. "Well, I'm out of high school now, so I guess it doesn't matter."

Both of us laughed and I felt a little more relaxed. I could smell her fragrance stronger now. The mole on her cheek was close enough to… kiss. Yeah, kiss. It was crazy, but there I was sitting with my blind cousin and I had a terrific hard-on.

"With your good looks I'll bet you have a hard time staying out of trouble."

I wondered how Jessica knew about my looks. Sure, I thought I was handsome enough, but could just touching tell her that? The "staying out of trouble" part was what made me squirm, though. Even having half a cock inside Bonnie's pussy still didn't make me anything but a virgin. I hadn't really done any good fucking. I hadn't gotten my rocks off. I stood up again. "Wow, I guess I'd better be getting you upstairs. I'm pretty sleepy myself."

Jessica stood up beside me. The top of her head was just under my chin. "If you think I talk an awful lot or ask too many questions, well, maybe I do. The doctor I've been seeing says it's good for me to just came right, out and say what's on my mind." She pursed her lips and gave a little nod. "It's kind of truth therapy, I guess. Keeps me from bottling too much up inside."

As we started up the stairs, Jessica's hand closed tighter on mine. The front of my jeans was pushed out in a big lump from the way her long nails cut into my palm. But Jessica didn't know how she'd affected me. At least I didn't think she did.

With my cousin safely in her room, I got out of my clothes and turned out the light. The things she'd said were buzzing through my brain. Like Mom had said, Jessie seemed a little strung out. I'd never remembered her talking so crazy like that before… about sex and all. It had almost been as if she'd been wanting to tell me something. Or the other way around.

A warm breeze was fanning out the curtains, so I decided to sleep in the raw like I did a lot in the summer. But now that I was at last alone, sleep didn't come. Finally I decided I might as well go take a leak. Maybe that would help me get to sleep.

I had my hand already on the doorknob when I heard the sound. Like a sigh or whimper. Immediately I knew that Jessica had forgotten to close the door on her side of the bathroom. I felt like some fun. It was the middle of the night, I had a hard-on, and my pretty cousin was in the next room and blind. Just a quick peek couldn't hurt anything and she'd never be the wiser. As gently as possible, I turned the knob and eased the door open. There wasn't so much as a squeak to give me away, and there I was looking right through the bathroom into Jessie's room. The moonlight was flooding through her windows, too, and I could see her sitting on the edge of the bed… not a stitch on except those pale-blue panties. She sighed again, the same sound I'd heard before opening the door… a kind of lonely, longing sound. The moonlight made her black hair shimmer, and as she stood up, I could see it hanging in easy flowing curls almost halfway down her back.