Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 14:22:59 -0800 From: Matthew Jones Subject: Anytime: Part 1 Author's Note: This story takes place in a world where there are no STDs, unplanned pregnancies, or HIV/AIDS. In other words, it is FANTASY. In the real world, be safe, people. When I was 12, my Mom, Rebecca, died in a car crash. I was an only child and when we got the news, my father, Dan, and I could hardly function. The funeral was especially tough. My mother had an identical twin, Patricia, or Patti, and she was there, along with her two daughters, Emmanuelle, 6, and Mia, 9. I remember them the most simply because, with Aunt Patti there, it looked like my Mom was sitting next to us at her own funeral. After that day, we never saw Aunt Patti or my cousins again. My father would keep in touch with Patti, mainly through phone calls around the holidays. As time went on, Dad and I helped each other through a lot. He also talked about Mom and Aunt Patti back when he met them. He said although they looked alike, Patti was the wild one and Mom was more reserved. Patti was the athlete and socialite, while Mom was an A student and very shy. By the end of high school, I found that my Dad had become my best friend and I was afraid to leave him alone when I went to school. So I went to the local community college for the first year, against Dad's constant argument that I should advance myself and go to a renowned school and study, "like Mom would". After a year of dreary classes and his pestering me to move on, I did, enrolling in a private school about two hours south. Close to Dad, but a school he approved. When I was young and Mom was alive, Dad sold his contracting business to a big regional outfit, they kept him on as a VP, but it was mostly ceremonial. He attended lots of conferences, dinners, and parties, and would negotiate some bigger deals with folks he knew from running his own business. We weren't exactly in the top 1%, but money was never a problem. We had a three story house in the southwest US and a pool, and could vacation when we wanted, but Dad never paraded his wealth around. Dad's financial success is the catalyst that changed my life forever. Towards the end of my junior year, I called Dad for our weekly chat. "I heard from Aunt Patti today, Son. She is leaving Jack (her latest husband) and is broke. She needs a place to stay for the summer while she gets her feet back under her. I offered her and the girls the bottom floor. I also offered her a loan, but she declined. She wants to get a job and earn her keep, she says" I was silent for a while, letting the news sink in. I always came home for summer and worked construction for one of Dad's old friends. I told him I always did it for the money, but really I wanted to see him over the break. "So I hope you don't mind the company..." he said. "No, not at all." I replied, "things will just be...different, I guess." I came home late on a Wednesday night in May. I pulled up in the driveway of my Dad's place and grabbed my bag. Dad greeted me at the door with a big bear hug. "Welcome home, son!" I walked into the living room and stopped in my tracks. There were two gorgeous girls on our couch. I didn't recognize either girl. "My cousins have hot friends" I thought to myself. "You remember your cousins, don't you, Matt? Emmanuelle and Mia." my Dad prompted. "Holy Shit" I Thought. "These hot 'friends' are my cousins". "Hi, Matt!" the tall blonde jumped up from the couch and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'm Emmy!" Emmanuelle had certainly grown. Dad had told me she was a freshman, but nothing about her looked 15. I guessed she was about 5'7", with blonde hair past her shoulders, big blue eyes, and a gorgeous face. She was thin as a model, except she had B-cup breasts that jutted out from her chest. "Hi, Emmy", I managed to respond. I turned to look at Emmy's sister. "Hey" said Mia, glancing up from In Touch long enough to look at me and give a half-hearted smile. Mia was sitting down, but she could have been covered in blankets and still been incredibly sexy. At 18, she was all the things her sister wasn't, shorter, about 5'4", raven hair stylishly cut at her neck, and a near-perfect hourglass figure. Hips and a butt that, while she walked away, I would stare at more than once that summer, and D-cup tits that looked straight out of the celebrity rag she was reading. "Hi, Matt" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see...my mom? No, it was Aunt Patti, but she looked so much like Mom, that I had to fight back the tears. She gave me a big hug and she and Dad helped me with my things. I slept in late the next morning, letting another year's worth of school and stress melt away. Dad stayed home from work, as he was want to do the first couple days I was home. We made small talk while I ate breakfast and then he said "Son, I'm going to a conference this weekend in Denver. This one will be a bore, but, just so you know, I'm bringing your aunt." I must have had a shocked look on my face because he said: "Now, we're not dating or anything, I just thought she might like to come to the big city and do some shopping. Emmy's birthday is coming up and so is Mia's graduation. Anyway, I need you to drive Emmy to school tomorrow at noon. She's not going to school because she has a softball tournament, but her bus doesn't leave until then. Would you mind?" "Not at all, Dad." I replied. "It's not like I had anything to do anyway." "Good, because I need you to keep an eye on Mia." "Oh?" I responded. "Well," Dad started, "Patti's worried about her behavior and with us and Emmy gone until Sunday...she's just worried, that's all". Aunt Pattie came downstairs, and she and Dad drove out to the airport. "I'll see you Sunday, son." "Have fun in Denver, Dad" Friday morning Emmy woke me up a little after 9. "You want to go for a swim?" She asked. I could hardly believe my eyes; she was wearing a yellow two-piece bikini that barely covered her. "Uh, sure" I said, groggily "Let me get dressed." "Okay!" Emmy said and left my room and closed the door. "Whoa" I mumbled to myself while I look for a suit, what a body Emmy had! By the time I made it out to the pool, Emmy was already in, shooting baskets at the adjustable hoop my Dad had bought me during my short-lived stint on the JV basketball team. "You wanna play some 1 on 1?" Emmy asked, sinking another basket. "I don't know, Emmy. Dad tells me you're a dynamo on the girls' squad." Emmy was a three sport athlete: volleyball, basketball, and softball. She needed something to get rid of all her excess energy. "Aw, not really" Emmy said. I jumped in and tried to steal the ball from her. "Oh no you don't!" Emmy shrieked. She broke free and made a lay-up. "1-0" she proclaimed. "First to 10?" "You're on" I replied, and actually got the ball from her this time. "Hey!" she squealed with mock anger, "I wasn't ready!" Emmy's defensive strategy in pool basketball must be different than on the court, because she was all over me. Literally. She would jump on me and try to swat the ball from my hands, scream, and giggle. By the time it was 2-2, smothering me with her nearly-nude body was beginning to have an effect on my suit. I didn't know what Emmy would do if the next time she pounced on me she felt my erection, but I didn't want to find out. The rest of the game I took long shots instead of going for easy lay-ins. My height advantage was gone and Emmy quickly rang up the score with her athletic ability. "10-6!" She screamed after swishing the game-winner "I win!" I muttered something about surely beating her next time. "Yeah right, I'll take you on anytime!" Emmy replied confidently "but now I want to get some sun". I deliberately did not watch her lithe body ascend from the pool and told her I needed to do some laps before we left. I said it under the guise of a workout, but really I just needed time for my raging boner to go away. After ten laps, I was back to normal. When I came up out of the pool, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Emmy, fully reclined, sunning herself on one of the lounge chairs, and completely naked. Her suit was wadded up next to her, her body still glistening from the water. "Just going to catch some sun before we go" she said casually. "Uh, sure" I managed to reply. I quickly turned away and busied myself with drying out my suit. I would never be able to get that image out of my head, though. Emmy, naked, perfect nipples pointed straight up in the air, not a pound of fat below her breasts, and a puff of blonde hair over her crotch. "Aren't you going to get some sun?" She asked. "I, uh, hadn't thought about it" I responded, with my back still towards her. "Matt" Emmy said as she sat up, "Look at me". Slowly I turned. Trying, and failing, to keep my gaze at her face. "Some sun would be great for you; you spend too much time inside at school. Go ahead." "Nah, I should get ready." As I turned and started walking towards the house, Emmy whispered something. "What was that?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. "It's not fair" Emmy said, quietly. "You get to see me, but I'll never see you." "What are you talking about, Emmy?" I asked. "Just please let me see yours, Matt. I won't tell anyone. Not Mia, or Mom, or Dan. Pretty please?" " You want to see me naked?!" I was astonished. "Yes!" Emmy pleaded, running towards me. "Mia tells me all these stories about her, y'know, boyfriends, and I just can't picture, y'know, how it works." As she was talking, Emmy put her hands on the front of suit, absent-mindedly playing with the drawstring. "Please, Matt. Just this once. It will be our little secret." I just stood there with my mouth agape, unable to believe my ears or eyes. Emmy took my silence as consent as she began to untie the string that held up my suit. She slowly pushed them down after they were untied. "Wow!" She quietly exclaimed as she came eye-to-eye with my now 3/4 erect cock. "It's beautiful" she murmured as she reached out to grab it. "Uh, Emmy..." I tried to resist but she slowly started to stroke me, up and down the full length of my tool. "Is this how you do it?" She asked innocently, looking up at me. "Emmy! Stop! This is completely inappropriate!" I wanted to shout. Instead all that came out of my mouth was: "Uh...yeah..." My soldier quickly rose to full attention as Emmy slowly, delicately moved her hand back and forth. Unconsciously, I let me head fall back and closed my eyes, completed focused on how good this felt. "Whoa!" I managed to yelp as the feeling suddenly changed. Emmy had stuck the head of my cock into her mouth. "What?" She asked, taking me out of her mouth, but not letting go with her hand. "Does this hurt?" "No, but..." After she heard me say "no" she went back to my cock with abandon. She tried to fit it all in, getting most of the way there before pulling it out and trying again. Soon she built up a rhythm, and I was a slave to it. It was definitely not the world's greatest blowjob, but having a gorgeous, underage, relative perform unexpected fellatio in your backyard has a magical effect on the nervous system. Emmy was pretty good at teaching herself what to do, as soon her hand returned to stroke the base of my cock where her mouth couldn't reach. This made me emit a low, long moan as my cock gotten even harder. "Mmm" was all I heard from Emmy as she livened up the pace of her sucking and stroking. I looked down long enough to see her beautiful golden hair bobbing back and forth in the sun as she worked. Moving my head, I looked under her arm to view her beautiful, perfectly-proportioned breasts swaying back and forth, nipples hard as stone. That's when it hit me, all at once, her age, beauty, and natural talent overwhelmed me. "I'm going to cum, Emmy!" I managed to blurt out. Before she could respond or prepare, I groaned and shot load after load of cum into her mouth. I grabbed her hand to stop stroking, but let her mouth keep bobbing back and forth and she milked all the cum I could make. When I was finally done, Emmy pulled away, swallowed a few times, and declared, "Mia was right, that IS fun!" I laughed out loud and fell down on a lawn chair, completely in shock. Emmy got up, grabbed her suit, and said, "Well, we'd better get going. I don't want to miss the bus. You can still drive me to school, right?" "Uh, yeah, of course." I responded. After her performance this morning, I was ready to forget about the chores Dad had for me, tell Mia to take care of herself this weekend, and whisk Emmy off to a hotel for 48 hours of fun. Emmy, however, was all business. "Well get dressed, we should leave in ten minutes" She said as she walked through the back door and back into the house. I sat on the chair a few more seconds, suit around my ankles, trying to make sense of the last ten minutes. My little cousin had seduced me, sucked me dry, and now wanted to go to her softball game. I couldn't understand her thinking, I could only go along with it. I went in found my clothes and headed downstairs. Emmy was standing by the car, all packed up for a weekend with the softball team. "Ready?" She asked. "Uh yeah" I muttered as I unlocked the car. The whole ride to her school, Emmy was talking the same light-hearted, jovial way she always did. I could only give her monosyllabic responses. Most of my brainpower was working on trying to figure this girl out. Had I just been used? Was this some sort of dare? Who would she tell? What was going to happen? "Matt! You just passed the turn. What's going on with you? You're awfully quiet." "Emmy!" I said with an exasperated sigh, "I'm just trying to figure out what the hell happened back there!" I had turned around and we were pulling up to the school bus. "By the pool?" Emmy asked. "Well, yes." I said. "Don't worry" she said, "I thought it was fun! We'll do it again soon. I promise. I just am excited about this tournament! See ya cuz!" And with a kiss on the cheek, she bounded out of the car towards her team. Leaving me scratching my head the whole drive back to the house.