Harry Stevens: Teasing pleasing family

Funny, thought Christy Conway, how you could be part of the same family as other people and not even know them. And yet, because you were related, you were automatically expected to feel close to someone who was little more than a stranger.

It was in this confusing situation that Christy now found herself during her summer vacation. Her parents would have most certainly disapproved of her being alone in the woods with a boy she'd only just met. However, the fact that he was her cousin Jake somehow made it all right in this case.

"This is where I come when I need to get off on my lonesome," Jake drawled, pointing to a grassy clearing among the trees through which a gurgling stream ran.

"It's, uh, very peaceful," Christy murmured.

"Yep, my own private place," Jake said, pitching a pebble so it skipped across the water. "Don't show it to just anybody."

"Why me, then?" Christy asked.

"You're family. Isn't every summer we get visitors we can call kin," Jake answered with a boyish shrug. "Besides, I figured that a city girl like you'd wanna see how us country cousins spend our time. Must be awful different back where you come from."

Christy had to admit that he was right. Her family lived in an apartment where there never seemed to be enough privacy – the idea of being so easily able to slip away from everything and everybody was indeed appealing.

"Yeah," she sighed, starting to relax, "I definitely could use a place like this back home. If I want to be my myself, have to lock the door…" she laughed, "… and then everybody wants to know why I'm acting so stuck-up. Giving me a hard time about what I'm doing in there."

"I'll bet," Jake replied.

"You mean you get a hard time, too, about what you're doing off by yourself?" Christy said, assuming she'd found a sympathetic ear.

"No, more like I'd have trouble minding my own business about what such a pretty, little girl was doing in there all by herself – if you know what I mean."

Christy promptly blushed.

"Mmm-hmmmmm." Jake smirked. "You know what I mean, for sure."

Temporarily speechless, Christy felt her skin crawl. Until only a moment ago her cousin had seemed like such a nice guy but suddenly his dirty mind had taken over. What's more, to Christy's discomfort, he'd managed to accurately read her own mind. For back home, more often than not, she took advantage of her fleeting privacy to… well, it was none of Jake's business even if he were right.

Barely recovering her voice, Christy stammered, "You're getting too p-personal. I-I'd better leave."

Jake took her arm. "You might get lost. Anyway, I still haven't told you about what I do out here all by myself. You might be surprised how much it's like what happens when you lock your door."

A fresh blush turned Christy's face an even brighter shade of red than before.

"No." Her cousin chuckled. "Guess you wouldn't be surprised at that. Looks like we've got each other figured out pretty good, huh? Two of a kind. So maybe we just ought to team up and do it together for a change. 'Cause I'm sure as anything in the mood. How 'bout you?"

Christy had just glanced at the telltale bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans that he did nothing to hide. And now, turning away, she tried to convince herself she'd had all of this she could stand. But before she left, she was unable to resist putting her hayseed cousin in his place.

"If you're such a jack-off artist," she said, "that's your problem. Tell you one thing, though. Where I come from, no guy I ever heard of brags about beating his own meat."

"What about the girls who lock their doors so they can play with their own cunts?" Jake asked with equal bluntness.

Wrestling free of Jake's grasp, Christy slapped his grinning face. Then she darted from the sunny clearing into the shadow of the woods. One way or another, she vowed, she'd find her way back on her own. And if Jake tried catching up with her, she'd climb the highest tree to stay as far away from him as possible.

But the woods were a maze to a city girl. And when her cousin didn't follow her, the only direction Christy could be sure of was the path left by her footprints in the pine needles on the ground leading back to the clearing from which she'd fled. What's more, she abruptly found herself turning around to retrace those steps.

"Why…" she breathlessly asked herself when she'd returned to just beyond the clearing, "… am I doing this?"

Closing her eyes, Christy answered herself by focusing her mind's eye on a mental image of her cousin Jake. In her image he was alone by the stream with his bare feet dangling in the water, his jeans down so the sun shone on the pale skin of his bare loins. Bent at the elbow, his right arm rhythmically stroked.

"Oh. Jake," she whispered, "are you really that hard? So big? If I opened my eyes right now, would I see the same thing that I'm thinking?"

Christy took her own dare, switching from fantasy to reality as she stepped forward to the edge of the clearing and a clear line of sight. What she saw in the flesh was indeed no less than what she'd imagined – for there was her hung cousin, rigid cock in stroking hand, jacking off before her very eyes.

Then Christy closed her eyes again. This time she mentally focused on herself. What she did behind her locked door at home, she now pictured herself doing beside the country stream. Stripped from the waist down, she saw her bare ass writhe on the cool grass while her fingers probed her hot cunt with the same rhythm as Jake used to stroke his stiff cock.

"Oooooh," she moaned in admission, "two of a kind, no doubt about it."

And at this point, Christy was overcome with lust. Her own jeans were swiftly unsnapped, unzipped and dropped. As she stepped out of them, her panties were also left behind. It was nude from the waist down that Christy entered the clearing to join her cock-stroking cousin.

"Welcome back." Jake greeted her, tugging his big prick without missing a beat. "Counted on it, that you couldn't pass it up. Something just clicked the first time we were alone together."

"Shhhhh," Christy whispered. "Let's just do it."

She sat down beside her cousin. The middle finger of her right hand then angled toward her waiting cunt. She slipped it in and began finger-fucking herself so her juicy cunt squished aloud.

"Ooooh." She sighed with pleasure. "I've been needing this. Needing it so bad."

Her thumb found her clit and jammed it to the bone. When she added another finger inside her cunt, Christy made herself climax on the spot. She was suddenly so wet that her cum overflowed from her oozing cunt-gash and leaked into the crack of her wiggling ass.

Meanwhile, Jake watched her every move. In fact, he'd become a lot more interested in her finger-fucked cunt at this point than he was in jacking off his own cock. His hand had fallen away from his cock as he bobbed up on his knees to see Christy in action.

"Mmmmm," he said, looking at his cousin's juicy cunt, "I'll bet that's sweet."

"Sweet as honey," Christy agreed. Then she treated herself to a slurping taste of her sticky fingers fresh from her slobbering cunt.

"Jeez, what I'd give for a taste of that," Jake said, drooling.

"Oh, no." Christy said with a mocking grin. "You've still got your own business to take care of. Now it's my turn to watch you finish the job on yourself."

Jake looked down toward his cock. It stood practically straight up from his crotch, throbbing in readiness for more friction.

"C'mon, what're you waiting for?" Christy coaxed her cousin. "Jack it off some more. Jack it off for me so I can see you come the same as you saw me come."

One by one, Jake wrapped his fingers around his thick cock-shaft again. Then he began sliding his fist up and down, pulling the taut skin back and forth over his swollen cock-head.