Kissing Cousins
By Madcat
Jerry gets more than he bargains for when he goes to live with his aunt and cousin.


His mother's death didn't really bother him. They had never been close. She
was an alcoholic who cared more for the bottle than him or his little sister.
But one thing did bug him. This place did, the handsome young man thought as
he got off the airplane.

They talked funny, dressed weird and even smiled for no goddamn reason. How
was a good old fashioned Brooklyn boy supposed to survive out in the
boondocks?

Jerry did well back in New York. While not exactly connected, he ran numbers
for the local bookie. That brought in tons of money by 17 year old standards.
It made him cool. His fast mouth and good looks did the rest. Jerry had all
the chicks, friends and fun money could buy.

Now he had nada, the young man decided as he descended to luggage claim. He
didn't even have his kid sister to look out for. She went to live with the
Aunt in Boston. How's come he didn't get Boston? Cause the will said so. Even
from the grave his mom could screw up his life.

"Jerry, over here!" came a voice as he looked around for his bag.

It was aunt Melissa and his cousin Julia, neither of whom he had seen in the
last decade. He tried to put on a game face. They came together and hugged.
Things got slightly better at that point.

Melissa, for lack of a better word, was hot. Sure, she was his mom's sister
(half sister, actually) but that really didn't matter. The woman took good
care of herself, which was more than he could say for his mother. She sported
shoulder length black hair, a rack the size of Madison Square Garden and a
hard, athletic body. Obviously, Melissa was not afraid to show it off. She
wore a black athletic bra and tight green shorts.

One bad thing though. Melissa had to be 5-10 at least. In her modest heels,
she soared over his 5-7 frame. When they hugged, Jerry barely came up to her
chin. The young man found this very disconcerting.

Julia was a little better. She stood about his height with short reddish brown
hair. Sadly, the girl's plain face and ungainly body looked almost boyish. She
dressed in a baggy tee shirt and jeans.

He remembered her from their trip to New York almost a decade ago. The girl
was his age and they played constantly. Or, more accurately, Jerry picked on
her constantly. She was something of a quiet, shy kid and took the ribbing in
stride.

This time though, Jerry got a surprise when the hugged. His cousin had
hooters, bigguns like her mom, squirreled away under her ill-fitting top. They
felt quite pleasant pressed to his chest.

The ride to his new home passed quietly. The girls asked a few questions but
Jerry answered tentatively. For a moment, he acted 17, a little confused and
guilty about his overactive hormones. To be thinking such thoughts about his
aunt and cousin sickened the lad but boys will be boys.

They lived in a small single story ranch. It had but a single bathroom. His
bedroom amounted to little more than a walk in closet. Jerry unpacked his two
suitcases and promptly fell into a funk. He missed New York, his friends, his
money and his life.

The girls tried being nice. But Melissa worked constantly and Julia remained
on the shy side. She wanted to help her cousin but didn't know how. Simply
talking to boys made her nervous and Jerry was a devilishly handsome one.
Their first Saturday morning together brought the girl a new chance.

Her mom was at work by the time the buxom brunette awoke. She got up and
stretched her powerful arms in her loose pajamas. Julia played catcher on the
softball team in amongst her other athletic endeavors. Her powerful physique
made her feel good about herself. The rest of her body did not. The stout lass
was 25 lbs over weight and it showed. Julia's waist was non- existent and her
thighs looked like oak trees.

Even her large breasts gave her little satisfaction. They were huge, floppy
double D's, much larger than any girl needs. Especially for a female athlete,
Julia's oversized bosom just caused problems. She even considered breast
reduction surgery at some point.

On this Saturday morning, the girl just ambled off to the bathroom like she
had done thousands of times before. But this time there was a man there! A man
wearing just red bikini briefs! And a man sporting a huge erection! Julia just
stood in the doorway and stared at her dumfounded cousin.

Jerry had just finished doing his morning duties. His cock still stood tall
and proud as it was wont to do. It normally required more active measures to
reduce the swelling. He was just washing his hands when the door swung open.

He turned to face her and time stopped for a moment, or two, or three. It's
one thing for a guy to get caught with his pants downs. Its quite another to
get caught sporting a most massive erection, the head of which stared up at
Julie like a naughty child.

The male broke the uncomfortable silence. "What are you doing? Don't you ever
knock?" He wailed as his hands sought to cover his nudity. Not that it would
do any good. The damage had been done.

"I didn't know. I forgot." Julia protested her innocence. She had to suppress
a giggle.

It felt good to have Jerry on the defensive for a change. Truth be told, Julia
was also admiring the view. Her cousin had a nice bod: rippling muscles,
V-shaped torso and tight buns. And the man spear thrusting up from between his
legs was second to none. Not that Julia was a slut or anything but she knew
enough about the opposite sex to know a good one when she saw it.

Embarrassed and ashamed, Jerry pushed past his buxom young cousin. On his way
out, her hand accidentally brushed his teeming manhood. He darted across the
hall and into the relative safety of his walk in closet. His respite turned
out to be short lived as the girl followed him.

"Jerry, wait!" she pleaded with him.

"Get out! Leave me alone." The male replied with his back turned to her.

"Jerry, it OK. I've seen it all before. Its no big deal. We have to get used
to his kind of thing since we're living together. Look, I'll take off my
pajamas and you can see me in my underwear."

And so the busty lass did just that. But Jerry refused to cooperate. He stayed
facing away from her.

"Come on, take a look." Julia said, not quite believing what she was doing. It
felt right so she forged a head. The girl grabbed his bare shoulder and forced
the male to face the music.

Jerry didn't need that much encouragement. He wanted to see his busty cousin
in a bra and panties. It would even the score, so to speak, and satisfy a
common male curiosity. As soon as he turned around, Jerry realized he had made
a big, big mistake.

First off, Julia's undergarments definitely were not Victoria Secret's sexy
little things. Her panties and bra matched, white with thick red horizontal
lines. They were huge and covered more skin than most clothes. Compared to
Jerry with just his skimpy little bikini briefs, the male looked naked. The
fact that his cock still stuck out like the top of his underwear, made him
feel more so.

It was his cousin's body that blew him away. She was nothing like he had ever
seen before. Big girls like her didn't make it into magazines and Jerry
certainly wouldn't date one. The male had always considered his cousin to be
fat. This was not entirely untrue. Julia sported a big ring of baby fat around
her waist. Her shoulders, arms, thighs and waist were similarly adorned.

But under that baby fat was muscle. Pure, powerful, female muscle. She had
broad shoulders and thick biceps. Coupled with her extra wide, womanly hips
and huge thighs, Jerry felt not only naked but also small and out- classed.
That was not a good feeling for a young man.

"See, you're a boy and I'm a girl. Its no big deal." The buxom babe said with
her hands up, displaying her wares. For once, she felt proud of her massive
chest.

Jerry couldn't help but stare at her enormous melons. They strained mightily
against the soft fabric of her big, cloth bra. They were the biggest and
boldest he had ever seen.

Julia could not help but follow his strident gaze. "You like them?"

The male nodded, knowing instinctively what she was talking about.

"You want to touch them?"

He nodded some more.

"Go a head." The busty babe encouraged. She wanted make amends for what
happened and bond with him. The forbidden sex thing didn't bother her. Sure,
they were cousins but its not like they were getting married. Fooling around
didn't count.

He put his hands on them cautiously as if they might explode. Jerry had lost
control of the entire situation. The girl held him spellbound with her DD's.
He squeezed the exquisite female flesh lovingly.

She let him go at it for a full minute, until his probes intensified. He came
closer. Their lips hovered just scant inches away. Julia heard, smelled and
felt his rising lust. This was going just too far too fast.

"OK, Romeo, enough already." She announced as she grabbed his hands and pushed
him back.

"Sorry." Jerry admitted as he mentally undressed his busty cousin.

"No, you're not." Julia joked. "Now its my turn."

Her hands went to his skimpy little briefs and slowly slid them down. Jerry's
young cock hung out there very naked and very hard. Julia's hand moved up his
shaft as if it were golden.

"Gooooddd ... " he moaned, trembling with untold desire.

She pushed him back onto his bead, instantly reacquiring his male spear. Her
cousin began to shake and pant. The girl playfully pulled his cock up in the
air, forcing the male into an awkward crab-like position. Then he exploded.

Julia looked down at her cousin with a satisfied smile. His own seed covered
his face and chest. "That was fun. You better go clean up. I'll make us some
breakfast."

With that she breezed out the door, leaving poor Jerry trying to understand
what just happened.

They ate quietly: pancakes, bacon, and juice. For the young man it represented
quite a feast. His mother never cooked so breakfast became a rarity. But there
was more to his disquiet than just the food. His cousin had seen him naked.
She had molested him in a big, bad way. Jerry needed an ego boost. More than
that, he wanted to play with those hooters some more.

"Clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes." Julia ordered her cousin as she
got up from the table. Her great bosom pressed against her PJ top.

He almost complied with the order but stopped himself. There was just
something in her tone that would make any red blooded man pause. It reeked
with undeniable female superiority. This would have to stop. His cute little
cousin couldn't just boss him around, even if she had seen him naked.

"Yeah, right." He shot back sarcastically.

"Come again?"

"You heard me. I ain't cleaning up your mess."

Julia shook her head and approached her uninformed cousin. "I cooked. That
means you clean."

"That's where you are dead wrong. You cooked - you clean. Everybody knows
that." He replied smugly. Jerry wanted a confrontation. He blocked her way out
of the kitchen. They could do a little wrestling just like they did years ago.
And when he won, they could move on to a few things they missed when they were
kids.

Strangely, the buxom lass was on the same page. She tingled all over with
pure, unadulterated horniness. Julia correctly recognized that the wrestling
match would be nothing like the old ones. The girl athlete knew she could hold
her own with the boys. But that wasn't the point. The busty brunette would
have fun no matter who won.

"You have two choices, cuz. Either you clean the kitchen or I make you clean
it. Which do you prefer?" She demanded.

"I think I need to teach you who wears the pants and who wears the panties."

"Go for it." The country girl replied with her hand on her double wide hips.

He wasted no time in doing so, eager to teach the big breasted babe a thing or
two. They locked arms in a test of male versus female strength. He tried to
push her back into the kitchen. She aimed him back into the family room.

While the two combatants stood 5-7, the similarities ended there. The female
athlete weighed a stout 175. Her New York cousin only weighed 145. He rarely
played sports and used a basic calisthenics routine to stay in shape. It
worked to a point, but Jerry was sorely outclassed by his female foe,
especially in the lower extremities.

He managed to stop her flat for a few seconds, but even this, Jerry did not
see the upside of it. That she could defy him at all came as a rude awakening
to the very traditional young man. Then, as her huge thighs began to pump like
the drive shaft to a Herculean engine, Jerry got introduced to a horrible new
concept. Girl Power.

It became a male rout at that point as the kid lost his balance. Julia drove
him back, her DD's bouncing with every humiliating step. He hit the side of a
recliner and the girl flung his body over it. Jerry, wearing sweats and a tee
shirt, glanced up at her towering figure. He wondered gamely if he had bitten
off more than he could chew.

And Julia smiled down at the fallen male. Her mind flooded with new thoughts.
Exacting a terrible revenge upon the cousin that had teased her so as a child
was certainly among them. She also noted that his sweats had fallen slightly,
displaying the upper loop of his bikini. It looked good. The pants had to go.

But Jerry gave her no chance. He rallied on the ground, determined to beat the
brawny bitch at all costs. The male drive to maintain his superiority,
especially his physical superiority, could not be denied. He leapt to his feet
and charged the girl.

Like many young women, Julia excelled in athletics. But she had scant
knowledge of the basic combat sports. It just wasn't taught. Nor did the girls
engage in the basic rough housing that prepares men for this kind of thing.
She had no idea how to defend herself. Jerry cut her down like a stalk of
wheat.

Well, maybe it was more like a large sapling. They collided with a huge
impact. Pain exploded in the boy's shoulder but he bore the buxom babe down
with grim determination.

Julia hit the ground equally hard, momentarily driving the air from her lungs.
Jerry took advantage by mounting the fallen female. Her PJ bottoms had fallen
during the brief but violent struggle. But the willful lad paid them no never
mind. He pinned her arms like a champion.

"You lose." Jerry pointed out. It didn't matter how big or strong the chick
was, boys would always rule the roost.

It felt like it sure enough. But she was just not in the mood for surrender.
"Get off me!" Julia howled, her big bosom heaving.

"Not just yet." The male said as he unleashed her arms and began to unbutton
her top.

"What are you doing?" the girl demanded to know with typical feminine deceit.
She knew exactly what he was doing but made no move to stop him.

Jerry made quick work of the top. He opened it like a Christmas present and
his hand went straight to her great melons in the cloth bra. Squeezing.
Touching. Feeling. His cock, temporarily out of service, began to make a
comeback.

It left the girl with little choice. Julia had to at least make a show of
resisting. She could not just let him do this as much as she might like to. So
the buxom brunette kicked off her PJ bottoms to give her free use of her legs.
Then she rolled the lad over with surprising ease, totally reversing his hold.

In fact, it was so easy, that she erroneously assumed that he had allowed her
to do so. But nothing could be farther than the truth. Jerry began to resist
wildly but to no avail. He could not begin to dislodge her 175 stout pounds.

"Got you." The girl joked as she overpowered his manly arms and pinned him.
That placed her hot sex just over his you know what. All that bumping and
grinding got her juices a flowing. On a whim, she reached down and tore his
old tee shirt from his torso.

Shocked, Jerry used the diversion to squirm out from underneath the buxom
brawler. But she wasn't done with him just yet. The stripping of the male had
just begun. Before he could dart away, Julia grabbed the back of his sweat
pants and yanked them down. Jerry desperately tried to save them. A wild tug
of war ensued. One that the male was destined to loose big. And he did. Julia
stood up and yanked the pants from his hands.

Only as the girl towered over her cousin did she realize his weakened state.
He lay on the floor breathless and exhausted. In contrast, she never felt more
alive. Her muscles flexed like bands of steel and pure female power coursed
thru her veins. The brunette realized this wasn't just her athletic side
showing. Her impending victory had roused a primal sexual fury from deep
within. And it wasn't going away.

And the male sensed her lust. Perhaps it went all the way back to that first
caveman who messed with the wrong cavegirl. Maybe it's why men subconsciously
prefer smaller women. He watched with amazement as the girl carelessly removed
her open PJ top.

"Julia, relax. We were just fooling around." Jerry pointed out. His eyes
glanced from her dominating breasts and potent nipples to the nothingness
between her awesome thighs. In just her cotton undies, her looming femininity
was nothing less than overwhelming.

The busty grappler grabbed the male by the hair and yanked him to his feet. He
yelped in pain but Julia was in no mood for talk. She stuck a hand betwixt his
legs and lifted her cousin into the air.

Jerry was stunned by the display of pure, unadulterated female power. The big
breasted bitch held the boy breast high with apparent ease. His cock, suddenly
harder than the man of steel, disappeared under Julia's mammoth right boob.

"Don't hurt me! Put me down!" the city kid wailed. He resisted only
marginally, not wanting to be dropped.

"OK," his sexy cousin agreed. She laid him gently on the couch and glanced at
Jerry's big, fat thing sticking boldly out of his skimpy little bikini. "It
looks like Jerry likes to wrestle girls."

With that Julia pinned him on the couch, again bending his muscular arms to
her will. There could be no doubt as to the stronger sex in this living room.
"Say uncle!" the buxom brunette ordered as she straddled his potent loins.

While Jerry was thoroughly beaten, he was not quite to the surrender stage
yet. The girl held him precariously on the couch. He need only to tip her to
his right to regain his freedom. Jerry did just that.

Julia shrieked with surprise as she fell. She landed on her hands and knees
with the male draped over her back. The setback only increased the girl's
resolve to turn the tables on her irascible cousin.

"Now you're going to get it." She promised.

Jerry, trying desperately to ignore the pleasure emanating from his loins,
waited patiently. He saw this battle of the sexes correctly. It was far more
than two cousins doing a little rough housing. They fought for sexual
supremacy and domination. So the male rested and waited for his chance to
defeat his cousin.

The inexperienced girl quickly gave it to him. She tried to stand. Jerry
pushed with his legs, sending her face forward into the carpet. The level of
violence of the move stunned the big girl. She virtually allowed her masculine
foe to flip her over and take the top position once again.

His victory over the fairer sex was so close he could taste it. Sure, the
amazon might be as strong as him (he still would not admit the obvious). But
she could not match his combination of skill, stamina and speed. Jerry
couldn't help a little trash talk.

"Look who's crying now, you fat cow." He hissed. The 'fat cow' remark was a
juicy rationalization of her demonstrated ability to woman handle him. But in
many ways, it sealed his fate.

"What did you just say?" The buxom lass retorted.

He didn't answer. Instead the lad just went for the pin. All he had to do was
force her arms down. He couldn't.

Try as he may, Jerry failed. Even with his weight bearing down, the male could
not overcome her superior arm strength. He put all his effort into it. This
left him open for the surprise female counter attack.

With the young man leaning forward, Julia noticed her legs were quite free.
She could have toppled him over at any time but the girl wanted more. She
wanted something decisive. While enjoying the look of dismay on Jerry's face
as she confounded his efforts for the pin, the stout lass brought her legs up,
engulfed the boy's body between her awesome thighs and began to pull him over
backwards.

It didn't take very long. Jerry lost his grip on her wrists. His body
jackknifed at the knees, borne over by an incredible, irresistible force. The
lad ended up pinned under her oak tree legs.

The first thing Julie saw when she looked up was his equaling incredible cock.
The boy's peculiar geometry caused it to spring fully out of his briefs and
stand straight up like his own mini-oak tree. Her hands were now free. The
busty lass reached up and touched it with her right while reclining her head
on her left.

Jerry at once tried to escape but got nowhere. His cousin gave his big, fat
cock a quick and threatening squeeze, ending the already failing male
resistance. She had him pinned more effectively than a man could ever do to a
woman.

"No ... . please ... don't ... .." the boy begged. But his hips already
gyrated to her rhythm. A fire began to build deep, deep in his loins. Jerry
didn't want it. Yet he couldn't stop it. The male erupted, spewing white hot
lava over his arms and chest. His body went slack at that point.

Julia untangled their limbs at that point and stood up. She looked down at her
cousin covered with the viscous fluid.

"Wow! That was even bigger than the last time." The busty brunette pointed out
before disappearing into the kitchen.

That fact was not lost on young Jerry. His morning orgasm was among the
biggest and best he had ever experienced. He easily wrote that off to his
recent abstinence. But how could one explain this, he wondered, scarcely able
to move.

His big breasted cousin appeared over him with a much needed paper towel. He
accepted it with shaky hands, while staring at her huge, dominating tits. They
were now adorned with 12 gauge nipples.

Simply put, the buxom hick was as hot as he had been. She waited until the boy
had cleaned up most of his mess before straddling his virile body. The girl
quickly and efficiently pinned his arms under her shins, trapping his head
betwixt her smooth, womanly thighs.

"What are you doing?" the young man protested. Her huge boobs dominated his
view. The girl leered at him from over top the mountainous peaks.

"Eat me." Julia ordered as she forced his mouth to her hot, hungry pussy. She
didn't even bother to remove her big panties.

Lacking much of a choice, Jerry complied with her wishes. He found the oral
sex oddly exciting. So much so this his manhood regained much of its lost
potency during the face sitting spectacle. The male also thought of revenge as
he serviced her. In his mind, Julia had cheated her way to victory. Given the
chance, hopefully one featuring clothes, he could and would beat her.

The chance came after the bizarre sex. Julia helped him to his feet but Jerry
passed on the opportunity to renew hostilities and even the score. Standing
naked and aroused before his bodacious young cousin, the male correctly
deduced that discretion was the better part of valor, especially when covered
with girl juice. He did the dishes before getting a much needed shower.

Much of the rest of the day passed without incident, but young Jerry found
himself struggling with the after shocks. He could not square his defeat by
his cousin with his decidedly male ego. Something did not compute. Nor could
the young man accept the fact that she had virtually raped him. And that he
enjoyed every pussy licking minute of it.

Naturally, thoughts of revenge filled his head. But they were tempered by
something. The young man would not admit it, but that something was fear. His
busty cousin scared him. Jerry would fantasize about defeating her, but always
the girl would turn the tables on him. He would end up naked underneath the
bitch, his head between her creamy white thighs.

Melissa came home from work just long enough to change. Then the older woman
headed out to the gym for a two hour workout. Jerry couldn't help but admire
her figure as she left. Mom was in even better shape than her big breasted
daughter. Hard muscles flexed up and down her gorgeous body. She was taller
and stronger looking that Julia. The ramifications of this obvious female
superiority were not lost on the young man. He really missed New York.
Gangsters were easier to handle than these corn fed country girls.

"Hey, cuz, what ya doin'?" Julia asked, coming up behind him. She wore a tank
top and shorts. While no one would call her sexy and Julia lacked her mother's
hot body, she was not without her impressive points.

"Nothin' much."

"Why the glum face?" the girl asked, a little hurt. She expected her cousin to
come around after the morning fun.

"I guess I'm homesick. I want to go back to New York."

"I'm going to my friends to shoot some hoops. You want to come?" Julia asked
flirtatiously.

"I don't think so ... "

"Come on, lets get you out of the house. There'll be 4 girls there. You might
meet someone that'll make you forget New York." The girl insisted. She grabbed
his arm and led the boy out of the house.

There was indeed 4 girls there. Alicia, a black amazon, stood 6-3 and easily
weighed in at 220. Next was Tanya. She was a 6 foot muscle blonde with a flat
chest. Jackie stood 5-8 and had smooth dark skin. The smallest gal was Patty.
Short and cute, the 5-3 guard proved to be quite an athlete. They all did.
Jerry found himself way over matched. The girls were mostly bigger, stronger
and faster than he was.

And it got worse from there. Jerry got tired quickly, further diminishing his
performance. It came to a head when the lone male went up for a jump shot.
Tanya came over and crushed him, literally ramming the ball down his throat.
Jerry fell backwards on his cute little derriere.

If it had been a man who did this, Jerry would have been all over him. But
this was no man standing over him. It was a statuesque blonde, her loose
fitting tank top displaying so much tanned female muscle. Jerry suddenly felt
conspicuously alone. He graciously accepted Tanya's hand and limped off the
driveway.

His team, Julia and Alicia, did better without him. He came back for the last
5 minutes but got almost no ball time. Out of the six players, he, the lone
male, was the weakest link and they all new it.

Jerry was morose on the way home. He missed New York more than ever. Julia
tried desperately to cheer him up but it wasn't working.

"I think Tanya kind of likes you. She wants you to call her. She feels bad
about that blocked shot." The busty cousin said as she drove.

"I don't think so." Jerry replied.

"Just think about it. Off the court she can be very sweet."

"I'm sure."

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight?"

"Nah."

"Come on. We can wait for mom to fall asleep, then go down to the basement and
watch a scary movie, just like old times." The girl jock suggested.

He knew it was more than just a suggestion. A movie would be soon be in his
future. But the young man declined just the same.

"I won't take no for an answer. Meet me down stairs at midnight. Wear your
PJs." Julia ordered.

11:59 found Jerry in the basement. He couldn't help himself. The encounter was
all the young male could think about. He wanted revenge. He wanted to put his
cousin in her place. He needed to erase the pain and humiliation that she
inflicted on him. Moreover, he wanted her.

She didn't disappoint him. Julia showed up at 12:05, prudently making the male
wait. But how she appeared was the kicker. Her idea of Pajamas was a far cry
from his. The stout lass appeared in just white panties and a cropped tank
top. Despite her plain face, her bulging baby fat, the girl looked incredible.
The panties were nothing like the pair she wore earlier. They were V shaped
and bracketed her loins tightly. It looked like a giant arrow pointing at her
pussy.

Somehow, the top impressed him even more. It emphasized her mammoth bosom by
narrowing her waist. Two bullet hard nipples pointed at him like Colt 45s. He
didn't know it yet, but his tastes in women had begun to change.

"How do I look." His cousin said, lifting her arms and spinning about.

His eyes tracked her big, powerful ass. The display caused some very un-
cousinly thoughts to crop up in his mind.

"You - You look nice." The boy stammered. She always managed to throw him on
the defensive.

"So do you. But we must get you out of those silly pajamas. They must be
dreadfully hot." Julia said.

Her hands went to his button down top. She began to undress him slowly. Jerry
was totally flummoxed by her boldness. In the end, he wanted the same thing.
His PJ top disappeared. Next on her hit list was his pants. The buxom babe
grabbed the top and slowly slid them down.

Julia's eyes widened with surprise. Jerry wore black thong underwear! It was
his skimpiest, sexiest pair, little more than some string and a pouch. The
young man had no idea why he chose the thong after his shower. It just seemed
like the right thing to do.

"Shheeesh," the girl said, her huge chest heaving like a ship on the ocean.
But then she turned away, trying to play a little hard to get. "I'll put the
movie in."

Jerry had almost forgotten it, so high was the sexual tension in the basement.
He sat back on the couch and tried not to look at his stout, sexy cousin. The
girl made that impossible as she bent over to put the DVD in. Her posture
accentuated her girlie bits and she lingered position far longer than
necessary. By the time busty lass got to the couch, Jerry sported his famous
New York sky scraper. Plan A complete, she thought devilishly.

Plan B got underway immediately. Julia sat far away from her cousin but
promptly placed both feet in his lap, resting against his you know what. For
the next five minutes, they both pretended to watch the movie about some
teenagers and a psycho chainsaw murderer. But it was never about that. Just to
make sure, Julia fondled the male with her toes.

He responded by complacently stroking her calves. They were rock solid, like
granite columns. Jerry tried to act cool in this game of forbidden sexual
seduction, but it was getting harder and harder by the moment.

And Julia quickly ratcheted up the pressure on the young man. She kept her
left leg in his lap, occasionally nudging his big, hard cock with her toes.
Her right foot slid down his bare thigh and on to the ground. Slowly, but
oh-so surely, the brazen wench widened her legs, giving her sweet cousin a
view of her feminine treasure. By the time the chainsaw guy sliced up his
first teenage victim, Jerry was deep in a sexual trance.

"You want it, don't you?" Julia teased him.

"Huh?" he said, waking up.

"You want to eat my pussy, don't you? Just like earlier today?" the girl
purred. She had to hand it to him. He had willpower. Julia thought for sure,
he would be on his knees by now.

"No!" the male lied. There was nothing he ever wanted more. But he knew it was
so wrong, for more reasons than he could count. But his eyes never left that
irresistible triangle between her powerful legs.

"Come on. Its no big deal. Come and get some." The plain faced brunette
moaned. She upped the pressure by touching herself over the nylon fabric.

It hit poor Jerry like a 2x4. He jumped out of the couch and proceeded to
lecture his cousin on their moral obligations. Of course, such a sermon by a
thong clad, highly aroused boy had absolutely no effect on the wanton wench.
She had her own ideas on this relationship.

The girl got up slowly and confronted him. They stood chest to chest. Hers of
course was much more massive. The girl's nipples dug into his firm pects like
diamond pointed drills.

"This is your last chance." Julia said ominously. He may be able to resist her
sexually, but the girl had other weapons in her dual arsenals. She gently took
his hands.

"Last chance for what?" Jerry replied. His mental functions dropped down to
20%. Such was the cost of resisting her sexual conquest. He wanted to run but
most of his body seemed to beyond his control.

"Last chance for you to voluntarily eat my pussy. If not, I'll make you. Just
like this morning." The girl jock spoke the truth.

It sliced into him like a dagger. For the whole day, he had been struggling
with this fact, lying to himself by insisting it had been nominally
consensual. Julia's pleasant demeanor just reinforced his denials. But now the
girl had placed the issue back on the table, front and center, that she had
indeed raped him.

"Go to hell!" Jerry hissed. Sadly, it was he who was headed in that general
direction.

Julia began to bend his hands back. Slowly at first, she wanted this to be a
clear and lasting demonstration of female superiority. It gave him plenty of
opportunity to resist her in this game of mercy. But it did Jerry little good.
He stopped her for but a few, pathetic seconds. Then Julia got serious. Her
sardonic smile gave way to grim determination and the male began his
inevitable descent.

He couldn't believe it at first as the monstrous, panty-clad female drove him
to his knees. But once he got there, the male understood. He remembered her
incredible strength from the morning. How the beefy babe had overcome his
wrestling skill with sheer girl power. Now, she had him once again.

"Submit to me." Julia ordered. She proceeded to whack him in the face with her
big jugs.

Jerry refused and the brutal boob beating continued. Not because it was
working, but because both sides liked it so much. Julia finally decided to
break him once and for all. She upped the pressure on his hands, threatening
to snap them at the wrists.

He yelped in pain. "Julia, please, stop, I'm begging you."

"Then submit." The girl said happily from atop her mountainous breasts.

"I submit." Jerry finally caved. His head flopped forward on to her pillowy
soft bosom.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she replied, dropping his hands and
cradling his head to her breast.

But this affectionate embrace could not last forever. Julia disengaged, sat
back on the couch and spread her legs to him.

"You know what to do." The girl said to her male cousin.

And so he did. Jerry could have made a run for it but he didn't. He crawled
over to her, kissed her smooth inner thighs all the way to her special place.
Julia moved the crotch of her panties and grabbed his hair. She forced him the
rest of the way, not because she had to but because she wanted to.

He spent the next hour with his head between her legs. Jerry would glance up
occasionally, only to find his cousin watching the damn movie. Only at the
end, as the final credits rolled, did Julia release her pent up passions,
coming all over his face. Her back arched and her massive thighs came together
like a giant nutcracker. His head almost burst. Then it was all over. Jerry
retreated quickly to his room, still sporting his Empire State Building.

He collapsed in bed. The young man wanted only to close his eyes and drift
away. Instead, he got more of Julia. She flowed him in a minute later and sat
on the side of his bed.

"You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" the buxom lass claimed. Her
hand found his giant pole. Jerry very gratefully received his third hand job
of the day and quickly splattered himself with thick, hot man juice. Then the
girl kissed him chastely on the cheek and left him. None of it made any sense.

He awoke with his head between her legs yet again, the girl's warm musky smell
invading his nostrils. His eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Julia said from atop her dominating breasts.

She was straddling his shoulders, which placed his head between her creamy
thighs. Jerry quickly found that he couldn't move. His arms were pinned
beneath her crushing weight and something bound his knees together. It slowly
dawned on him that it was his thong. The boy flexed his penis muscles, causing
it to bob up and down. The damn thing was hard again.

"Eat me." The girl ordered as she forced his lips to her pussy. Julia wore the
same panties and tank top from the night before.

Her familiar taste brought it crashing home. This was no perverted nightmare
or bizarre fantasy. It was his new reality. It wasn't about sex. She would
never let him inside her. It was about power and control, namely hers.

Despite these disturbing details, Jerry gave her a great tongue lashing. The
girl came hard and fast, covering him again in her juices. Then the buxom babe
reversed positions, rear face sitting the young man. She, out of a sense of
fairness, played with his awesome boy parts. It hardly seemed fair to young
Jerry, not with his head buried deep in the crack of her panty-clad ass.

Fortunately, he too wasted no time in responding to her skilled manipulations.
Julia squealed with delight as he gushed forth and she skillfully milked every
last drop.

"I think you need a shower." The big bitch suggested as she dismounted him.
Jerry couldn't have agreed more.

He took a nice long hot one. Spending quality time with Julia had caused him
innumerable aches and pains not to mention plain old bruises. The water
relaxed him and restored some sense of cleanliness to the young man. It also
gave him time to think.

Going back to New York was no longer just an option. It was a necessity. The
female domination by his cousin would never end. He had to get away. But how?
Where would he get the money? Time to make some calls.

Jerry stepped out of the shower and right in front of his busty cousin. She
wore shorts and a tank top. He was quite nude and made no attempt to cover
himself. What a difference a day can make. At least he didn't pop a boner.

"I'm going to go play some hoops. You better stay home today." Julia said.
They both knew what she meant by that. "I put a to do list on the fridge. Have
it done by the time I get back."

"Yes, ma'am." Jerry agreed, unconsciously acknowledging her as a superior.

Then she hit him with the big one. "I want you to wear these." Julia said as
she handed him a pair of white, lacey panties.

The male just held them, staring like they came from a UFO.

"There mom's. Mine would never fit your cute little derrière." She said,
goosing him at the same time.

Her touch galvanized Jerry. "Oh-no, please, Julia, I can't." He begged.

"Sure you can. Don't be afraid."

Jerry understood that putting on the panties would forever change him. Even
after everything that had happened, it would make him less of a man.

"No. I can't. You can't make - make me." The boy stammered. He knew right away
his choice of words were a huge mistake.

"We will just see about that." Julia replied angrily. Even after everything,
her cousin still saw fit to defy her. What would damage would a pair of
panties cause? So the girl grabbed his ear and dragged the naked boy into his
little bedroom.

Before the city kid could spit, he found himself over his cousin's knee for a
good-old country spanking. She wasted no time indulging the rebellious lad and
whacked him good and hard. It had been sometime since Jerry had felt such
agony. The pain seared across his naked flesh, causing the male to kick and
scream. But the girl paid him no heed.

"Will you wear them?" she asked.

"No, please, Julia ... " Jerry whined. He thought after last night, this
couldn't get any worse. Boy, was he wrong.

WHACK! The male screamed.

"Will you wear them?" Julia asked again, shaking her head at his over wrought
hysterics.

Jerry begged her to stop but got another whack for his trouble. And another.
And so it went to the 12th one.

"Will you wear them? I can keep going all morning." she asked.

"OK! OK! The young man sobbed. His submission, though entirely predictable,
just added shame on top of humiliation.

"Get up!"

He stood only to deepen his despair. Standing straight and tall between his
legs was his big, hard cock. Somehow the damn thing had betrayed him yet
again.

Of course, the girl had known of this development for some time. She could
feel it against her smooth thigh. Yet, Julia feigned surprise and indignation.
"Sex, sex, sex! Is that you ever think about?"

Jerry didn't know what to think. He just stood their looking at his thing and
his powerful cousin. Thankfully, the young lady knew just what to do. She
stood, took the boy over to his little desk and proceeded to milk him for the
second time that day. He came in her strong arms.

"There. That's better." She declared while they both looked at the white pool
on his desk. Five big ones in just 24 hours, no wonder he started to feel weak
in the knees. "Now, put on the panties."

Jerry had no choice. He slipped them on over his slender loins. They fit well
on his smooth body.

Julia smiled at her creation. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and this
certainly fell into that category. She had truly transformed the boy who once
terrified her. There was but one final indignation to visit upon him.

"Now get to work." The buxom babe ordered, slapping his panty clad ass. Jerry
hopped to it.

He did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen and got busy vacuuming. Never had Jerry
done such hard work nor enjoyed it so much. The young man would never admit it
but he liked the feel of these things. They made him feel sexy and special. By
the time he started the living room, the boy was smiling.

That came to an end when the front door opened and in walked Melissa. She came
home early for lunch, just to check on the kids. While the older woman
expected trouble, nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Jerry
wearing her white panties.

"Ah - Ah," the busty brunette gasped, "those are my panties."

The usually quick witted boy had nothing to say to his Aunt as she towered
over him. He was so busted. And telling the truth would just get him in more
trouble.

Melissa's shock turned to anger at this outrage. She would show him a thing or
two. Such perversities may work in the big city, but they didn't fly in the
country. "You little pervert." She said, grabbing his arm. "Put your hands on
the wall."

The woman helped him, slapping one arm on the nearby wall. Jerry was still too
confused and guilt ridden to offer any resistance. He looked back at the
taller woman and said, "I'm sorry."

"Not half as sorry as you're gonna be." Melissa answered as she peeled of her
black business jacket. Truly, she could never remember being this mad. Perhaps
when her ex left her, but that had been a decade ago. Her hand shook with rage
as she removed her black belt.

"This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you." The busty mom promised.
"But you will learn to behave yourself in my house."

Then came the ultimate humiliation. Melissa grabbed the back of the panties
and slowly pulled them over his perky bottom. It left him completely nude and
at least partially aroused in front of his Aunt.

Fortunately, his shame ended with the first crack of the belt. The pain caused
the young man to almost leap out of his skin. His big fat cock bobbed up and
down, which brought it to the attention of the single mother.

A mother who had not tasted the forbidden pleasures of sex in more than a
decade. The erotic tension caused by her brash actions permeated the small
house and could not be undone. Jerry was a handsome young man and she was a
proud, strong woman. Her anger gradually softened, only to be replaced by
other types of excitement. The busty brunette quit after just six strokes,
leaving the boy's butt looking like a red road map.

"Turn around." She demand, her big chest rising and falling.

Jerry did so, displaying his sky scraper to yet another female. They both
looked at it. This time Melissa seemed speechless.

Fortunately, Julia picked this very moment to stroll in thru the garage door,
followed by her 4 friends. They saw it all. Patty, Jackie, Tanya and Alicia
got to see little Jerry and his private estate.

"Mom, what's going on here?" Julia demanded.

Melissa recovered quickly. She picked up her panties on the floor. "He was
wearing these."

Recognition flashed in her daughter's as the young girl glanced at Jerry and
back to her mom. "That's weird." Julia said unconvincingly.

Mom was no dummy. Her daughter portrayed none of the surprise or outrage she
felt. Her friends did even worse, giggling in the back ground. What the hell
was going on here?

"Did you have anything to do with this?" Melissa demanded as she straightened
her back and thrust out her breasts.

"No."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I swear. I promise." Julia said nervously, unused to lying to her mother.
There were just some things a child could not tell a parent.

Melissa knew she was lying. She turned to the naked boy. "Go to your room and
put some clothes on."

Jerry hastened to do so as mom and daughter verbally sparred. Mellissa stuck
her head in his room 5 minutes later. "We'll talk more when I get home at 5.
You are grounded until that time."

He stayed in his small room for the next 5 hours. Julia left with her friends
and didn't comeback. Meanwhile, Jerry debated in his head what to say to his
ravishing Aunt. How could he make it up to her?

All the while, his red rear reminded him of the female domination running
rampant in this house. It had changed him deeply and his cock hardened at the
mere thought of his cousin or Aunt. It was sick and perverse and he couldn't
stop it. New York suddenly seemed so far away.

Melissa came home just before 5. She had thought of nothing else the entire
day and came home early, eager to put the ugly episode behind them. A smile
came her lips as she entered Jerry's room. The brunette wore just her white
blouse and black business skirt.

"I'm sorry about today. I really over-reacted." She said. The woman walked
over to his bed and sat astride him.

It set off an immediate reaction in his loins, but Jerry tried to focus. He
realized that he should have removed some of that pent up sexual tension
during the day but that was water over the dam now. "No, really, I shouldn't
have done it."

"I don't need to know how or why or if Julia was involved. She's a big girl
now and can make her own decisions. If you like to wear my panties, its OK
with me. I'll even let you have a few pair." Melissa said, placing her hand on
his.

"No, really, that won't be ... "

"Its OK, Jerry. I want you to be happy here. If you want to wear panties, then
OK."

"Melissa, well, its ... "

"Lets go pick out some right now. We can get past this whole thing." The buxom
brunette said as she pulled him off his bed. Her proud breasts strained at the
fabric of her blouse, threatening to pop buttons down the center.

Melissa's boobs weren't the only thing in that room straining. His cock made a
small tent in his shorts. Jerry pretended it wasn't happening and Melissa
pretended not to notice as she pulled him into her room.

He protested the whole way but big, bad momma ignored him. They got to her
dresser and Melissa whipped out a pair of slinky yellow ones. "How do these
look?"

"They look fine." The boy replied, thinking that if he agreed, this whole
embarrassing moment might just end.

"Well try them on. Lets see how they look on you."

"Here? Now?" Jerry asked, staring at her broad, strong and utterly feminine
chest. She still wore her 4" heels which put her big breasts almost at eye
level.

"Yes, silly. Remember, I saw you naked already. Its not a big deal. Not that
you're not big. I didn't mean it like that at all." She stammered thru an
explanation.

By that time Jerry had already stripped. It was as if he just needed an
excuse. This time, there was no pretending he wasn't aroused. His thing stood
tall and proud, beckoning to the fully dressed older woman like a light house.

"Oh-my. Look at you. Such a big, strong man you are." Melissa said. She
touched him boldly, running her fingers up his teeming manhood.

This time Jerry surprised her. He took the yellow panties and slipped them on.
They were a joke. The small patch in the front could not begin to cover his
spear and his balls dangle precariously out the side. They both laughed.

"Those won't do at all." The busty brunette stated. She moved closer,
intending to pull them off his nude body. But instead their lips somehow met
as their bodies came together.

Melissa felt incredible to the young man, her hard body both firm and yielding
at the same time. His hands gravitated to her big, solid breasts. Hers cupped
his youthful buttocks.

Her passion exploded. Years of lust blazed deep in her beating heart. Melissa
lifted him off the ground, slammed him into the nearby wall, pinned his arms,
kissing, kissing ...

It hit her like a semi-truck. This was her nephew, well half-nephew. What
could she be thinking? The woman pulled away.

"I can't, Jerry, I can't." Melissa panted, his body still pressed against
hers.

"Please, Melissa, please. I need this. After ... . After everything I've been
thru. I need you." He begged her.

She needed no more persuasion. The muscle gal picked him up and threw the lad
on the bed. She stripped naked too, giving him a look at a body so perfect it
was beyond mere words to describe. Beautiful tanned muscle flexed up and down
her incredible torso as she mounted him. Then Melissa pinned his arms, showing
her delicious domination of the younger man. She kissed him just once before
impaling herself on his wickedly hard shaft.

It all ended 15 minutes later with the lovers in a sweaty embrace. She left
him wordlessly and they never spoke of it again. Jerry got up like a man
awaking from a dream. He still wore the silly yellow panties.

The torrid affair helped put things right. He felt good about himself for the
first time since coming here. Jerry retired early. He understood that Melissa
had been a one time deal, something to help heal his injured manhood.

Then Julia came in and flicked on his light.

"Jerry, are you awake?" she asked. The girl wore her usual frumpy jeans and
tee shirt.

"I am now." The male said, laying on his bed in his skivvies.

"I want to apologize for what happened with us. I was out of line. The talk
with mom helped me to see that."

Jerry sat up in bed, partially to help hide his surging cock. Much had changed
today, some things hadn't. "Its OK, I'll survive." He said with a smile.

"Really? Good." The girl replied happily. "If there is anything I can do to
help make up for it, let me know."

The boy frowned for a moment. "There is just one thing."

"What's that?" the stout lass asked.

"I want to see you naked."

"Jerry! That's crazy. We're cousins." She protested.

"You got to see me naked. It would kind of even things out."

"Oh, alright. But that's it. No more fooling around." Julia said, laying down
the law.

"Cool."

She doffed her jeans first, displaying a pair of big cotton panties around her
even larger hips. Then the girl went to work on her tee shirt. She crossed her
arms and pulled it over her head. Jerry enjoyed the view of her over-filled
white bra.

Julia hesitated for a moment. She had spied his mounting erection. Things
seemed to be slipping down a well worn path. For some reason, the stocky
brunette didn't want to be naked in front of this boy. Part of it was her
self-doubt about her over-sized body.

"Come on. Just do it." He cajoled.

She sighed and got on with it, sliding out of the panties and un-clasping her
bra. Julia's great melons spilled across her chest. "There. Is that good
enough?"

"Take off the bra too." Jerry ordered, liking what he saw. Her enormous bosom
was just the tip of the iceberg. He admired her broad muscular shoulders,
power hips and stout thighs. The boy respected the superior female in ways
that only he could understand.

She did so, jiggling her big ones at the same time. Her cousin's fascination,
interest and obvious admiration helped allay her misgivings. "There. I hope
you like it."

"Come closer." The male said, staring at her dark bush.

Julia stepped to the edge of the bed. She could see where he was staring. An
electric sensation tingled thru her.

"Closer." He repeated. She was but a couple feet away.

The only option left was for her to mount the bed. Julia boldly did so. She
straddled Jerry's virile young body. She seized his wrists forcefully as only
a modern amazon could do, holding the male helpless beneath her.

"Is that close enough." The brawny babe said look down at the young man thru
the great valley running down her chest.

For Jerry, the view from below was awesome. She towered over him like some
sort of sex goddess. Her breasts dominated his view and he could feel her hot
pussy on his chest. Naturally, his member ached for what Jerry knew he could
never have.

The boy shook his head. He wanted to be closer, much closer. Julia rolled her
eyes with false impatience. Then she laid him out on the bed, pinned his arms
and straddled his shoulders, placing her quivering mound just millimeters away
from his waiting lips.

"How's that?" she said as if they were mounting a picture on the wall.

The sight, the sound, the smell and touch of the voluptuous young vixen simply
overwhelmed him. Jerry looked at her dark brown bush and whispered "closer".

"Well, you city boys are naughty, aren't you?" the buxom bitch announced as
she grabbed his head. "Beg me."

He did so and his cousin gave the young man what he so wanted. As Jerry slid
his tongue inside her, he knew he would never go back to New York. His place
was here.