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I met my cousin John when he was 18 and I was 9. I thought he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. Big brown eyes, shiny dark brown hair and the kind of lips that are meant for kissing. And on top of all that, a sexy British accent that sent shivers through my spine, even at that age. I heard over the years that my aunt’s female friends would ask about, and even had affairs with my cousin. My grandmother kept his graduation picture on the mantle in the living room surrounded by various other special occasion pictures of the family. My mom’s wedding, my aunt’s wedding, my twin cousins newborn pictures, things of that nature. But the picture of John has and always will be my favorite. There he was holding his graduation cap to his chest staring right into the camera with a sly sinister smile that just oozed “I’m up to no good”. Oh, my gosh. Did I have the biggest crush ever.John lived in England, so I didn’t get to see him often. But being the oldest in my generation, he was like the cool big brother to get in trouble with. We’d run around my grandmother’s house playing tag and hide and seek with John, and if anybody broke something or knocked something over, he’d take the blame. He was my hero.Me and my family moved an hour away from my hometown when I was 14, so I didn’t get to see my extended family much. On one visit back to my hometown, I heard that John moved to America. The idea of seeing my dear cousin again made me so excited. Alas our next meeting wasn’t until I was 26. To me this was perfect timing. You see, all through the years I have maintained my crush on John even without seeing or talking to him. On some nights while I lay naked in my bed, I rub and pinch my clit while imagining him sucking istanbul travesti and nibbling on it. On other nights, I would dip my fingers deep into my pussy, and suck my juices off of my fingers while imagining it was Johns cock I was sucking after he fucked me.Can you imagine my excitement now?! One weekend while visiting my grandmother, John called and asked to speak to me. I took the phone from my grandmother, and in my sweetest voice I cooed “Hello?” “Hello! Karen!” John shouted with the inquisitive excitement that told me my voice did the trick. “Hey John. It’s been so long! The last time I saw you I was a kid.” I announced with the intention of letting him know that I’m not a little girl anymore. “I know, wow! You must look so different! How old are you now?” John asked in disbelief . “Twenty-six,” I said proudly. “Wow, my fiancée is 26. You guys are the same age”. My heart sank. What?! Fiancée?! Nobody told me. And she has the nerve to be my age! I hated her already. John told me they were coming to visit on Memorial day, which was three weeks away. I gave him my number and told him to call anytime. Over the weeks John and I talked on the phone for hours at a time. It was more like two people courting then two family members catching up. John would ask me about my love life, what kind of movies I liked and what kind of music I listened to. It was like he was trying to get to know me. Every now and then there would be a sexual intonation to a statement, followed by an awkward silence. We were obviously attracted to each despite the fact we were cousins, and we still hadn’t seen one another in person. As it turns out, during one of Johns visits to my grandmother’s house, he saw istanbul travestileri a picture of me when I was twenty. I didn’t think that was fair because I hadn’t seen a current picture of him. Nevertheless, I couldn’t wait to see him again. One evening while John and I were talking on the phone, I asked him for some relationship advise. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure K, you can ask me anything.” The way he emphasized the word ‘anything’ piqued my curiosity. “There’s this guy I’m talking to that’s trying to convince me that we’ve known each other for three years, which in his opinion makes it okay if I sleep with him after one date” “Have you known him for three years?” John asked attentively “No I haven’t technically. He works by the supermarket I shop at by my apartment. Sometimes I would see him standing outside smoking, and he would say hello. Only two weeks ago he asked me out.” I explained in a way to make it clear to John that this guys antics annoyed me. “Sounds like he’s trying to weasel his way in. I can’t blame him,” John said in reply. “What do you mean you cant blame him?” I asked John hoping he was going in the direction I secretly wish he would. “Well I mean, you are a very sexy woman, so I can’t blame him for trying to get you into the sack.” At that moment my pussy started drooling. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “How do you know I’m sexy? You haven’t even seen me since I was a little girl” I pressed for him to explain. “I’ve seen a picture of you, and the sound of your voice is mesmerizing. Why do you think I’ve been calling you so much? I love the way your voice sounds over the phone.” I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch my increasingly sensitive travesti clit while I listened to John describing the effect I had on him. There was a long pause after John’s last statement, during which I imagined his fingers dipping in and out of my wet pussy. Without me realizing it my breaths were getting faster and heavier. “Karen?” The sound of Johns voice startled me. “Yes John, I’m here. Sorry I got distracted for a second.””It’s okay” he said reassuringly. “I have another question,” I said, keeping the conversation going “Ask away,” he said with a sense of excitement. “Do you think having three orgasms a day is too much?” There was that silence again. “Hello……John? Are you there?” I hear him clearing his throat on the other end of the line.”Uh, yes I’m hear. Why would you ask that? Do you orgasm three times in one day?” I could tell John was a little uncomfortable but he is a man and when it comes to sex, all men are suckers. “Well….. yes. You said I could ask you anything right? Well I need your opinion cause I’m starting to think something is wrong with me.” Again there was a pause until Johns sexy British accent broke the silence. “You’ve got me there love. How do you have time to masturbate so often? I mean, with work and everything? ” “I can do it with no hands. I just squeeze my legs together while thinking about something that turns me on, and after about 10 minutes I have an orgasm,” I explain proudly. “Wow! You’re gonna have to demonstrate that for me one day,” John announced with a new found excitement. “Okay, I will the next time I see you. And don’t you back out either,” I said teasingly.It was a beautiful sunny day. Perfect weather for our Memorial day cookout, and perfect weather for a little sun dress. I planned my outfit carefully. I shaved my pussy hair clean off and put on a pair of black sheer thongs under a pretty yellow sun dress that showed off my 32 D sized breasts perfectly. My tender naked lips were already swelling with anticipation of my little demonstration.
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