I want to tell you about something I'm not particularly proud of, even though in retrospect I would do it again. It's about my Finnish relatives who visited us in Norway.
I don't know why (none of my sisters have large breasts), but when my genes kicked in at age 12, I had large, full breasts, light hair, and a healthy libido to match when I was a thin 14-year-old.
Even as a teenager, it seems like everyone, especially adults, is constantly trying to touch your body, look up your blouse, or sneak a peek under your skirt. Honestly, it doesn't really bother me. Maybe I've just gotten used to it because it started so early.
Furthermore, I think we're quite uninhibited here in Scandinavia compared to other countries. Anyway, my Finnish relatives came to visit for a week. I hadn't seen my Uncle Matti and Aunt Petra for years. They don't travel much because my cousin has special needs. I was really looking forward to their visit and even came home from school to our little village to celebrate Midsummer. My family and relatives were eating prawns on the veranda when I got home.
It was about 7 p.m., but still light out. Everyone seemed happy to see me, especially my slightly overweight Uncle Matti. I'd always wondered why my sexy Aunt Petra was attracted to him. It wasn't long, however, before I found out. As I greeted everyone, I felt my mother's brother visually undress me while he peeled the shrimp he was eating. Norwegian shrimp have a very soft shell that can be removed with a simple grasp of the tail.
I felt like the shrimp he was holding, because he looked straight into my eyes before gliding it over my breasts, stomach, and legs. I was wearing this white, rather thin, gossamer-thin blouse, and the sun was behind me. I assumed he could see almost all the way down to my light blue bra. His gaze then traveled down to the crotch of my shorts, which were also white and quite tight.
I wondered how much of my labia was showing, but of course I couldn't look down to check. As he put the peeled shrimp in his mouth, his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I remember thinking, "What a pedo." I glanced around the table to see if anyone had noticed my lecherous uncle when my gaze fell upon my 18-year-old cousin, Sanna.
I hadn't seen her for about ten years and knew, of course, that she was special. At first glance, she didn't seem noticeably impaired, but then you quickly realized that her movements were somewhat uncoordinated. It was a shame she had a disability, because she was beautiful. She had shoulder-length, almost white hair that framed a kind face.
I could clearly see that she was blessed with full breasts, which swung back and forth beneath a loose white T-shirt. I realized that my cousin was the first girl in our family to have breasts as large as mine. I like bouncy breasts on young girls, exactly the kind I imagined hers would have—kind of saggy and soft.
She looked well-groomed and clean, if you know what I mean. Well-groomed is the English word for it. Someone had been spending time with her, that much is certain. I remember thinking my uncle had his hands on his sexy daughter at every opportunity.
My aunt was probably used to him spending time with Sanna, washing her hair, drying her after showering, and making sure her panties were tucked in properly. Yeah. As you can see, my thoughts wander to sex way too often for a girl my age, but that's just how I am. Now you're probably hoping I'll tell you next that I had to share a room with her, or even my aunt, that night, right?
Well, I didn't have to. They slept together in my brother's room, and I slept in my own. My uncle slept on the sofa, since the house was quite full. The first night my relatives were there, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, which was down the hall.
All the lights were off, but when I came out, I saw that a reading lamp was on in the living room where my uncle lived. Being the nice guy that I am, I decided to have a little fun and go in. I mean, why did he even turn the light on if he didn't want any company?
I was wearing a sleeveless, cropped tank top and small white panties with hearts on them that barely covered my dark pubic hair. (I don't shave.) The tank top exposed most of my stomach, and since it was sleeveless, it hardly concealed my breasts, as I'm pretty sure they were spilling out the sides.
When I came in, I wasn't surprised to see my uncle sitting as if reading a book. "Can't Uncle Matti sleep?" I asked innocently and politely. He looked up, his eyes practically popping out of his head. He wasn't very discreet for a relative.
He wasn't really my type, but there's nothing better than flirting with someone. I just love it. Like I said, Uncle Matti was at least 50 years old, and his hair was fighting a two-front war. Even so, I felt my nipples, which are of the "different" variety, harden against my shirt.
He patted the sofa as if I were hard of hearing, which of course I'm not. Shyly, I went over to him and sat down next to him. We talked about my studies, his job, and how things were going with my cousin. "It's a shame she's the way she is," he said. He turned to me, put his right hand on my bare shoulder, and started talking into my cleavage as if my breasts had ears, which of course they didn't. I let him rub my shoulder a little without interrupting while we talked, as if I were intensely interested in his babbling. I pretended not to notice what he was doing and played the young, naive girl while he rambled on about a load of boring nonsense regarding his job in the metal industry. Boring.
Then he started telling me how beautiful I was and how much I'd grown since he'd last seen me. As he spoke, his caresses spread to the top of my undershirt, and when I closed my eyes, as if I were getting tired—which I wasn't—I felt his hand move lower and lower, down to my cleavage and then back up again. It was as if he were trying to lull me to sleep. He probably imagined himself as some kind of Don Juan. His hand moved up and down, to the back of my neck and under my chin, then over my shoulder blades to the hem of my T-shirt, again with the tips of his thick fingers. He grew bolder and bolder, finally sliding his hand right down to my cleavage.
I felt his fingers gently caress me there for a minute or two, and when he still felt no resistance, he spread my legs so wide he could almost feel my breasts up to my nipples. I bet he couldn't believe his luck. There he was, in his sister's house, groping his niece, who thankfully had fallen asleep. He'd got some nerve, I'll give him that. At that point, I thought it was time for a little fun, so I slowly opened my eyes and said in a sleepy voice, "Uncle Matti, I don't think you should be doing that, do you? After all, I'm only 18. And besides, I'm your niece!"
“Well, nobody needs to know,” he replied, and then added, “Does it feel that bad?” As he spoke, he reached down, cupped my left breast, and lifted it to gauge my reaction. Oh, he was a perverted old man, that much was certain. Then he lightly pinched my nipple, which made me gasp. “Uncle Mattie!” I cried, “I’m going back to bed now!” “Stay a little longer. PLEASE! You have such great tits. They’re so big!” Yes, he really said “tits”—not even “breasts.” What a miserable fellow! Then he grabbed my other “deep” and flicked the nipple with his thumb. Well, since he had said “please,” I let my uncle continue, especially since the feeling of being groped in the middle of the night by a horny, middle-aged relative was starting to really turn me on. I closed my eyes as his hands moved from one breast to the other, first lifting them, then caressing and squeezing them, each time pinching a nipple firmly. My breasts are quite sensitive, and my nipples were hard and ready to be sucked, but I wanted to get started before someone woke up. I mean, I felt pretty juicy from all that tit play and could already feel the moisture seeping from my wet pussy. I wondered if this was his routine with my Aunt Petra, too.
I pretended to fall back asleep and didn't realize what I was doing when I placed my hand on his erect penis and began rubbing it lengthwise with my fingertips. I could feel precum seeping through his pajama fabric. He was rock hard, and when I bent down to get a better look, I felt his hot breath in my ear. Optimistically, he sat up. I slowly pulled down his pajama bottoms, like I was unwrapping a present, and as the waistband slid over his stiff penis, it sprang up as if it were attached to a spring! Honestly, I'd seen bigger ones, of course, but surprisingly, he was quite thick. I pretended to wake up and let out loud "Ohs" and "Ahs" to make him feel comfortable with its length. Men his age don't care at all if you lie to them.
It seemed like her brain was turning to mush the harder her cock got. I squeezed his exposed, hot stiff cock a few times, then lowered my head and kissed the tip. I think he couldn't believe what was happening! His glans was dark pink and wet, and I swirled my tongue around it like I was deciding whether or not to bite into a popsicle, but then I lowered my head and swallowed the whole length down my throat. I heard him gasp. I pulled my buttocks in and tightened my full lips around my uncle's thick cock. I have no problem with deep throating. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock so I couldn't pull away. I had to breathe through my nose, tickled by his curly pubic hair. He pulled back slightly and then thrust hard into my mouth. Again and again.
He eased the pressure on my glans just enough for the tip of his cock to touch my lips, but then he pushed up again, and once more my throat was filled with his thrusting cock, my face pressed against his groin, pubic hair curling into my nostrils. I couldn't really hold his cock like that with it all the way down my throat, so I reached down, cupped his hairy balls, and weighed them the way he had done with my tits. I squeezed them gently, and after about a minute of this technique, I felt him tense up. He lifted his ass off the sofa, stretched out his legs, and began to moan. I felt his hand on my glans, pressing me down hard as his cum gushed into my mouth. Most of his cum went practically straight down my throat, since it had nowhere else to go. I did my best to swallow as much as possible (it was a fairly new sofa), but some dribbled from the corners of my mouth when he let go of my head. I'm pretty sure he hadn't come in days! Thick clumps of sticky semen dripped down his penis, onto my hands, the corners of my mouth, and my chin.
He looked at me somewhat shyly when he was finished, wondering how I would react. But being the sexual person I am, I was still pretty horny. I stood up, took his hand, and slipped it into the waistband of my panties. Then I guided his finger to the top of my vulva and let him rub my clit and masturbate me. Meanwhile, with my other hand, I took his head and pulled his lips to mine. Then I kissed him and let him taste the remaining semen on my lips. I don't know if he was the conservative type who didn't want to taste his own semen, but I figured this was his revenge for making me take him deep in my throat. I don't mind taking someone deep in my throat, but he didn't know that. I pressed my hairy pussy into his hand and tried to be as quiet as possible. I felt a thick finger slide into my wet slit, and a few seconds later I came all over him, covering his entire hand with my juices. I kissed him the whole time. After I came, I took the finger out of my hairy pussy and let him lick my juices off it. I'd been on the train all day and hadn't had a chance to shower when I got home. So I don't know how "ripe" I smelled, but he didn't resist because, like I said, when men have sex, their brains turn to mush. Then I kissed him again, tasted my own pussy juice on his lips, and went to bed, satisfied with the whole seduction. I was pretty sure where things were headed when I came out of the bathroom in my tight panties and T-shirt and walked into the living room. But since our uncle was my guest, I let him think he'd seduced me, instead of the other way around. This meant that I had a slight advantage over him, which I wanted to use.
*****
Sex with my cousin Sanna took place on the first Saturday night my relatives were visiting. I suggested everyone go to a fancy restaurant and I could stay home and look after Sanna. My uncle tried to intervene, saying he could stay home and help me watch her, but one look told him that wasn't acceptable. Whether he wanted to sleep with me or suspected my lustful nature towards my sexy cousin was irrelevant at that point. I mean, what was he going to say? "I know Jamie's going to try and seduce our daughter because she gave me a blowjob the other day?" My cousin, who is the same age as me, doesn't speak any truly intelligible words or sentences, but mostly communicates monosyllabically. Whether they're in Finnish is hard to tell, since that language is completely different from Norwegian. In any case, she could follow statements in simple English. After they left, Sanna and I listened to music for a while, and then I told her that even though it was only 8 o'clock, she needed to get ready for bed and that I would help her. She was wearing jeans and some kind of hippie-style cotton blouse. The garment was far too sexy for a girl of her intellectual capacity, but I assumed my lecherous old uncle had bought it. It bunched up under her large breasts, revealing her slim, muscular stomach. I was told that part of her special education program involved going to the gym. Amazingly, she had the abs and flat stomach to prove it!
We went into the bathroom, and I was stunned when I pulled her top off over her raised arms and saw that she was wearing a sexy pink lace bra underneath. I remember thinking again that not most girls her type would wear something like that, but I simply chalked it up to my uncle's perversion. Her breasts spilled out of the top, and you could see her broad pink nipples through the sheer fabric. When I unhooked the bra in the back, she briefly pressed the cups to her chest before letting it fall to the floor. Her spectacular breasts seemed to unfold in slow motion, bouncing two or three times as if they were underwater, before finally coming to a gentle stop. To my satisfaction, two full, creamy-white breasts were revealed, topped with beautiful pale pink areolas. The sight made me dizzy and giddy, and I had to summon all my self-control not to reach for her slightly inverted nipples with my lips. As I've mentioned in my other stories, I have a really long tongue, and I was absolutely certain I could coax it out with a determined flick. I had to concentrate, though, and not rush things. I didn't want to scare this incredibly sexy, unsuspecting, and perhaps innocent nymph. I had her lift her shapely, toned legs so I could pull down her jeans. I wasn't surprised to find she was wearing a thong bikini bottom that matched her bra. When we removed it between her pale, juicy, and firm buttocks, I was rewarded with a thick bush of blond hair emerging between her legs.
The super-light color of her pubic hair was surprising, even though the hair on her head was almost albino white. I had expected her to be a little shy, but she wasn't at all. She just stood there like a young, virginal goddess, looking at me while I adjusted the shower for her. When she came in, I had to restrain myself from undressing and soaping up her gorgeous, supple 18-year-old body—soaping up her pussy, her tits, and her ass, and rubbing my cunt against her firm, soaking wet thigh. After she came out of the shower, I helped her dry off and then put on her long, light blue nightgown. It was cotton and had pictures of cartoon Moomins. The contrast between the youthful logo and the well-developed girl inside amplified an arousal I didn't even know I had! I put on a long T-shirt and a thong and took Sanna to bed. I asked her using sign language and a little English if she liked watching television to fall asleep. She smiled, murmured something, and nodded.
When I turned on the TV, however, I was shocked to see a paused pornographic image. My aunt was in my brother's room, and he'd apparently left a DVD playing. Was my aunt watching this? It showed a man with his penis between the breasts of a woman who was kneeling. My first reaction was to turn off the TV, but instinctively I looked at my cousin to see if she'd noticed. She was staring intently at the screen. Her reaction to the image confused me. She seemed hypnotized, torn between shock and interest. She didn't even look at me. After a few conflicting seconds, my own sexuality took over, and I cast aside my conscience and pressed play. The man on the screen now began rubbing his large, erect penis between the huge breasts of a pretty brunette. She squeezed her breasts together, and every now and then his penis came close enough to her face that she could lick the tip with her tongue. (Been there, done that.)
My cousin, who had been more or less lying on the floor, was now sitting upright, watching the film on television. She was completely absorbed in it, so much so that she was soon on all fours on the bed, leaning forward to get a better look. I let her watch the scene for another three minutes or so because, frankly, the whole thing was so arousing, myself included. I could see the weight of my cousin's breasts, hanging beneath her nightgown. When the actress's husband ejaculated in her face, my cousin began rocking back and forth on the bed, moaning softly. Feeling a little nervous about what might happen next, I turned off the television. "Come on, Sanna," I said, "you should try to get some sleep." I laid her back on the pillows and put the covers over her, but she was very restless. I had never put her to bed before and didn't know if it was her mental state or the excitement of watching porn. I began to talk to her softly, hoping to lull her into sleep mode.
I ran my fingers over her head, through her hair, and then down her cheeks. She was really sweet, like a child, just melting into the bed. It was so satisfying to have such a sudden effect on someone with something so small. When she rolled onto her stomach, she snuggled up to me. I was completely amazed by her trust and affection, and I began massaging her back. Every now and then I wandered to her hair, lightly scratching her head, and then started again on her back. I'd been incredibly horny all night and thought I might be able to feel her breasts against the sides of her body. To my disappointment, I found her arms were in the way. It didn't take long to discover that the reason her arms were so close to her body was that my sexy, busty, albeit disabled, cousin was lying on her hands, masturbating! Her bottom moved up and down slightly, and she was breathing quite heavily – her beautiful face lay sideways in the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily.
A trickle of saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Instinctively, I wiped it away with my fingertip, but she didn't seem to notice. Slowly, I pulled back the covers and saw that her nightgown had ridden up around her bottom, and her long, perfect legs were rubbing together in an up-and-down motion. I slid to the foot of the bed, boldly grabbed her behind the knees, and spread them slightly apart. From there, I could just make out her labia and a finger twisting inside her small vulva and then slipping out again. I began rubbing the backs of her thighs. She didn't seem to care or even notice me. She was too busy pleasuring herself! I thought that since she was so aroused, I could finally do what I'd been meaning to do for days. I turned my attention to her perfect, white, firm, and tiny bottom. I slid my hand vertically between her buttocks and began rubbing the side of my little finger against her anus. I felt her clench her buttocks and wedge my hand between them. That's when I knew I could continue at my own pace and as I pleased. I slowly slid my middle finger down until it met her own finger, which was thrusting in and out of her pussy. I caught some of the wetness from her finger and her pussy and brought it to my nose to smell it. Freshly washed young cunt filled my senses. I sucked the aphrodisiac off my finger and then slid both hands down the inside of her legs to open them wider. As I moved my palms up to her hairy cleft, I felt her shudder. Gently, I withdrew her finger from her hairy pussy. She resisted for only a second.
As the nerves in her thighs throbbed, I began playing with her outer labia, then slowly slid one of my fingers into her wet cleft. Sanna's pussy was already wet enough on the outside, but as I broke through the lower layer of skin and inserted my finger deep into the slit, I discovered that my cousin's pussy was incredibly wet! She soaked my finger, bathing it in a stream of sticky semen. She responded instantly to the touch—her stomach thrust downward and her hips lifted to meet the thrust of my finger. Finally, I withdrew my fingers from her cleft, knelt down, and lifted her plump buttocks so I could bury my face in her cleft. I rubbed my lips and nose back and forth, savoring the scent I loved so much. Then I began to use my secret weapon—my long tongue, which I slithered into her cleft, eliciting a deep "Oooh" from Sanna as she felt her slit being so expertly licked. I used it to penetrate past her wet labia and began to lick her clitoris—pressing it against the roof of her vulva and then releasing it. I felt the shaft quiver and vibrate and knew she was close to coming.
I licked my finger and deftly positioned it against the wrinkled ring of her tiny asshole, moistening the hidden eye before slowly sliding it inside. Once again, Sanna's buttocks gripped my hand tenaciously. She lifted her hips even higher, which only pressed my serpentine tongue harder against her clit. Around that moment, I enjoyed reaching behind me and feeling Sanna's hand against my own hairy pussy! I felt her smooth, nimble fingers squeeze my thong, pushing it between my wet lips, parting them, and creating a taut length for her to work on. I twisted my hips from side to side, enjoying the intense pressure, trapping her fingers between my full balls and her firm thighs. I was on the verge of orgasm and wanted to come at the same time as Sanna. While I was still sliding my finger in and out of her tight asshole, using my tongue as a fuck weapon, I slid my other hand completely under her loins and brought my fingers to her hairy pussy, spreading her labia so I could penetrate her cleft even deeper with my outstretched, probing tongue. I used it with all my might, licking her cleft like a milk-hungry cat, greedily slurping at her wet pussy and enjoying her flowing orgasms.
Then I focused on her clitoris and greedily sucked the throbbing head into my mouth. As she began to buck and moan, I felt her whole body tense and she explode—her precious girl-semen gushing into my mouth, flowing creamily over my parted lips. At the same time, my own clitoris, already aroused by Sanna's finger stimulation, nestled into my vagina—her hand pressed hotly against my labia, trembling and throbbing—its tip seeming to emerge, not unlike a periscope scanning for intruders, before sending out an electrical signal that seemed to connect all my sexual nerve endings. Trembling, I slid helplessly into an orgasm. My vaginal muscles cramped up, and I moaned and grunted into Sanna's dripping vagina, which I eventually had to leave to catch my breath – panting and gasping.
I quickly turned my cousin around and kissed her before she could resist. I pressed my wet, semen-filled lips to hers so she could taste every drop of her own sperm and swallow the rich, frothy dew. Sanna's eyes were glazed over, and she fell asleep very quickly. I spread her nightgown and nestled my head against her breasts, leaving room to embrace her and feel her spectacular weight. I was very tempted to squeeze her nipples, but I knew that would only wake her up. Then an idea came to me, being as perverted as most of you probably know. Carefully, I unbuttoned some of her top buttons to reveal her beautiful, tightening nipples. With two fingers, I slipped my hand between my sticky, hairy labia to moisten them. Then I gently but generously smeared my frothy girl semen around the sleeping girl's nipples, careful not to overstimulate them. I didn't want her to wake up. If my horny uncle, as I suspected, were to suck on his daughter's tits tonight, they would be covered in his niece's semen. As I buttoned Sanna's nightgown, I heard the front door open. Everyone had come home. Then another idea came to me, and I dipped my fingers into Sanna's still-damp cleft. I continued to smear it on my lips like lipstick. Remembering that it was my sexy Aunt Petra's birthday, I thought I would go out and give her a kiss on the mouth.
