Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2019 23:31:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Cousins Flaunting it All Cousins Flaunt it All By Tony Williams This morning, I step out of the lift into the lobby of my apartment building where there are several comfortable chairs and a coffee table. I see my neighbour Gerri, who lives across the hall from me, sitting there with two young girls. She calls me over. "Tony, I want you to meet my nieces, Nessa and Opal." I shake hands with two beautiful preteen girls and sit down. The chairs are arranged in a semicircle with the girls sitting opposite me and Gerri to one side. "So, are you sisters?" I ask. "No," Gerri tells me, "They're the daughters of my brother and sister, therefore cousins." We get into a long conversation in which I discover that Nessa is twelve and Opal eleven, one living in Devon, the other in Scotland, so they don't see much of each other and are happy to be staying with Gerri who is one of those petite women who look much younger than they are. She's about five foot four, slender with a pretty boyish face, and when I first met her and hit up on her, she told me she was gay. Ah, well, you can't win them all. To put her at ease, I told her I was bi and that I'd sucked few cocks in my time, and that to me, the thought of two women arousing and satisfying each other was intensely erotic, but she wasn't up for a threesome, alas. We dine out together about once a week. Today, as the conversation unfolds and the girls reveal more about themselves, I begin to have naughty thoughts because their revelations are more than just talk about their lives, they're revealing a remarkable area of white cotton between their carelessly spread thighs. From where Gerri is sitting, she doesn't have an up-skirt view, but I'm sure she's aware that I have. I invite them to join me tonight for dinner at a local eatery, but Gerri suggests that I come across to her flat and she'll call out for pizza. I eagerly accept and keep the conversation going for as long as possible because the view is so exciting. At this point, I should confess that I have a "thing" for young girls, preferably preteen and prepubescent though I've never actually had any sexual encounters with girls that young, even when I was a kid myself. At the appointed hour, I cross the hall and knock on her door. Nessa opens it, her face wreathed in smiles and I step into their living room. Opal is sitting in a recliner that's tilted back and the leg rest has deployed, but instead of resting her calves on it, she's bent her knees and put her feet on it. It seems her knees have blocked her view because she's spread them apart and looks at me between them. Once again I'm treated to the thrilling sight of her white knickers. Gerri is either unaware of the display, or doesn't care. "The pizza guy will be here any minute," she says. "Are you hungry?" I'm hungry to get to know these two sexy nymphets better, but I just nod my head. The doorbell rings. "I'll get it," I say, reaching for my wallet. I pay the guy, tip him generously and bring the pizza into the kitchen where Gerri has set plates on the breakfast bar. "You've made a big hit with the girls," she whispers to me. "They've been talking about you all day long." "They're adorable!" I gush. "Such vivacious personalities. How long are they staying?" "Until the end of the school holidays, about five weeks or so. You'll have plenty of time to get to know them better." The girls come into the kitchen, Gerri doles out the slices and we tuck in. Nessa reaches for a second slice and manages to drop it on her lap. "Oops!" "Quick!" Gerri says, "take your dress of and put it in cold water in the bathroom washbasin." Nessa stands and lifts her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but her white knickers and white ankle socks. She doesn't seem in the least bit shy about being half naked in the presence of a bloke she only met this morning. She goes to the bathroom, comes back without bothering to put on a clean dress, and resumes eating. I look at her body. Her breasts have just started to bud, slight swellings on her chest, but her nipples are remarkably big. I realise I'm staring at her and tear my gaze away. Gerri smiles at me. "Doesn't she look sexy in her knickers?" she says. Wow, is she into preteens, too? I smile in agreement. Nessa has a self-satisfied smirk on her face. We finish eating, put our plates in the sink and go back to the living room. Gerri, Nessa and I sit on the sofa and Opal sprawls on the recliner, knees up and spread as before. As the minutes go by, her dress rides higher and higher, exposing more of her knickers and still Gerri doesn't seem bothered by this clearly deliberate display. The conversation continues and after a while, Nessa shifts her position to lie along the couch with her head in Gerri's lap and her legs across my thighs. I notice that Opal is looking less than happy, perhaps jealous of Nessa who's getting all the attention. I keep giving her reassuring smiles and drawing her into the conversation. Although she's not as physically developed as her cousin, to me she's just a sexy, perhaps because she looks more innocent and vulnerable. Then I see that Gerri's hand is lying lightly on Nessa's ribs and her thumb is moving back and forth across her nipple, which is responding. Nessa scratches her tummy and then casually pulls the waistband of her knickers up, creating a perfect camel toe. Gerri looks down at it. "Oh, I do love little girls in their knickers," she confesses, smiling at me. "How about you, Tony?" I try to think of a reply that will agree with her, without giving away the fact that I'm obsessed by them. "Who doesn't?" is the best I can come up with. I smile at Opal again, hoping she'll realise that I find her just as sexy as Nessa. My cock is beginning to get hard and pretty soon it's gonna show and not knowing how Gerri will react, I make and excuse and tell them I'm going to call it a night. The girls' faces fall. With my hand in my pocket to hold my erection down, I exit. Wow, what an evening! ____________________________ It's the following morning and Gerri knocks on my door. I open it a crack and poke my head out. "I don't have any pants on," I tell her. All I have on is a pair of expensive electric blue silk boxers. "I don't care," she says, pushing past me into the flat. I fix her a cup of coffee. "Mmm, nice underpants," she comments. "You enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you?" I tell her that, yes, I did, very much. "Those two little exhibitionists," she sighs, "how they love to show off their underwear! Mind you, I was the same at their age. I was always flashing my knickers, not to men, though, just to girls whom I thought might be gay. You'd be amazed at how many took the invitation. I was sexually active even before puberty, getting up to the sort of naughty things that gay preteens do." I wanted to ask her for details, but she continued talking. "The girls like you, Tony, in fact I'd go so far as to say they might both have crushes on you and you obviously like them." "They're adorable!" I affirm. "Let's put our cards on the table, Tony. From the moment you stepped into the lobby and caught your first sight of them, your eyes have been popping out of your head." I try to interrupt, to defend myself, but she carries on. "And I saw the way you stared at Nessa's camel toe last night. It showed the outline of her cunt to perfection. I'm pretty certain that you're like me, with a special attraction to preteen girls. Yes, I confess, technically I'd be called a paedophile, but I prefer to think of myself as a child lover." "I did notice that you were toying with Nessa's titties last night." "Oh, my God, aren't her tits exquisite?" she gushes, excitedly. "Her nipple got really hard." I decide to come clean. "You're right. I do have a thing for young girls, though I've never been lucky enough to make my fantasies actually happen. But please don't think of me as a child molester. I'd never, never do anything to a child that would hurt her, embarrass her or even just make her uncomfortable. If she ever said `no', then I'd stop. My only aim would be to make her happy." "By `her' you mean . . .?" "Any girl who'd let me cross the line. You know what I mean." "Well, I know two of them," she says, grinning. "How would you feel if . . ." I try to think of a way to explain what I long to do without making it sound like I'm a predator. "If you made a move on them? I think it's more likely they'll make a move on you, Tony. I trust you, and I've talked to them about how to handle men and they know how to say `no'." Holy shit! She's handing them to me on a plate! I feel like I just won the jackpot. "I have something I think you might like," I tell her, putting my laptop on her thighs, opening it and selecting a file. The screen fills with a picture of a preteen girl lifting her dress to show off her white knickers. The next shows a totally naked eleven year old displaying here cunt with a big smile on her face. The next girl is also naked, lying on a couch with one foot on the floor, the other leg draped over the back of the couch, leaving her legs splayed. And so we scroll through a couple of dozen child porn pictures in which the `models' pose in ever more lewd positions, all flaunting their cunts for the camera, all with eager smiles. "Oh, my God, they're all so fucking sexy!" she breathes. "They're making my knickers wet. You really are into little girls, aren't you?" "I dream of little else." "Nessa and Opal will want to see these pictures." "Are you going to tell them?" "Why not? They know how to keep secrets, how to be discrete. You can safely show them these. We have lots of secrets already, and they've only been staying with me for three days." They must have been getting up to something sexual, given Gerri's behaviour last night, but this isn't the time to press her on it. "I'll send them over in a few minutes. Don't bother putting your pants on, they'll like those underpants." I take the laptop from her and she stands. "Catch you later, lover boy." And she's gone. Five minutes go by, during which I'm torn between worrying about having revealed my secret passion, and excitement about what might be about to happen. I hook up my laptop to my big fifty inch TV screen, then my doorbell rings and I open it, poking my head out. The girls are there, wearing short sun dresses. "I hope you didn't put your pants on," Opal says, "We hear your underpants are awesome," Nessa adds. I open the door and they gaze at me. "Aunt Gerri was right," says Opal, "That colour is making my eyes water. Can we come in?" I step aside and they enter and sit on my sofa, feet up by their bums, knickers in full view. "We wanna see your pictures," Nessa demands. "Gerri said they're all sexy naked girls of our age and that you like little girls just as much as she does." "Okay," I say, having formulated a plan, "but you can't ever tell anyone about them or I could go to jail." I sit between them, and open my special file. I've given each picture a caption and I scroll down to "Two girls showing their cunts: No.1". (There are twenty of these same two girls numbered accordingly.) I open the first of the series in which they star, one girl about twelve with tiny tits and a trace of cunt hair and the other perhaps eleven, flat chested and hairless. In the first one, they're lifting their dresses to show their knickers, in the second, the dresses have gone and they're pulling each other's knickers down, and the remainder show them in a variety of inventive poses, each configured to flaunt their sweet little cunts. Their favourite positions seem to be on all fours, shot from behind to show all four orifices, squatting facing the camera, and sprawling on a sofa, legs spread as wide as possible and in every one, their faces bear beaming smiles. They're obviously relishing being photographed in such shameless ways. My girls "ooh" and "aah" as we scroll through the thrilling pictures, all twenty of them. "What do you think?" I ask them "Awesome!" they chorus. "We want you to take pictures like those, of us," says Opal, "naked and stuff, don't we, Nessa?" "Absolutely!" she affirms. "You couldn't ever tell anyone about it," I warn again. "Aunt Gerri said it'd be okay," Nessa whines. "Okay to let me take naked pictures of you?" I ask, just to be sure. "Yes, and she'll want to see them," says Opal. "She loves us when we're naked." She leans close to me and whispers, "She even kisses our . . ." Nessa cuts her off. "Opal! That's supposed to be secret!" I wonder what's being kissed -- their cunts? That'd be too much to hope for. "Oops, sorry, but Tony isn't gonna tell anyone, are you?" I assure them my lips are sealed. "How do you want us to pose?" Ness asks. "Why don't you do what those two girls did on the screen?" I've left "Two girls showing their cunts No.20" up there, which depicts them sitting side by side on a sofa, legs spread as wide as they'll go, inviting looks on their faces. I scroll back to No.1. First I take a picture of them on the sofa, a delicious up-skirt, then they stand, lifting their dresses high enough to show off their nipples, then they toss their dresses aside and I get several of them in just their knickers. Scrolling through the screen shots as I go, I suggest they follow the two models and they kneel, one at a time, to remove each other's knickers. I tell them to go slow, but they're too eager to get naked and then they're all over the place, largely following the poses they've just seen, but adding some quite inventive ones of their own. I make sure that every shot captures not just their cunts, but their eager, willing smiles. The final two shots show them sitting cross legged facing each other and I frame them from two different angles to capture both cunts and both smiling faces. I have almost fifty shots when I call a halt. "We're beginning to repeat ourselves," I tell them. "I want you to put your knickers back on." Their faces fall. "Now stand facing each other, nice and close, yes, like that, now put your hands down the front of each other's knickers." I expect at least a token of resistance, but now they're all smiles and all too happy to comply, thrusting their hands into those forbidden places, gazing at each other adoringly. I take the shot and lay my camera down. I expect them to leave their knickers on, but they immediately take them off again. I must look puzzled because Opal explains. "We just like to be naked. We like showing off our cunts just as much as you and Aunt Gerri like looking at them." "Okay," I say, "let's see what we've got." I download the pictures into my computer and show them on the big fifty inch TV screen, scrolling through them slowly and though I say it myself, they're magnificent, equally as good as the professionally collection we'd viewed earlier. The girls are delighted, or perhaps excited would be a better word. "We're so fucking sexy!" Opal gushes. Despite being the younger of the two, she seems to be more eager to show herself off, though Nessa is far from reluctant. "Gerri will want to see these," she says. "Let's get her in here." "You're naked and I'm in my underpants; I'd better phone her." I call and she agrees to come and a minute later I open the door for her. She comes into the living room and her eyes light up as she sees her two nieces without a stitch of clothing. "Oh, you two angels look gorgeous! I love seeing you naked." "You gotta see these pictures, Aunt Gerri!" Opal cries. "They're awesome!" We sit together on the crowded couch, pressed against each other, Gerri between the girls, me on the end. I start the show and watch Gerri's face light up as the girls flaunt themselves for the camera. My own cock is tenting my boxers. When the show ends, Gerri's overwhelmed with excitement. "You two little lust crazed sex sluts!" she says to them, a smile on her face. "I wish there had been digital cameras when I was your age; I'd have loved to pose for a collection like this. My knickers are soaking wet." "Take `em off then," Nessa suggests. Gerri looks at me. I nod my head. "Better still," says Opal, "let me take them off you." Oh, this is precious! Gerri stands and lifts her dress, exposing her white translucent knickers through which her cunt is visible. Opal leans forward and pulls them down, and I see that Gerri is cleanly shaved. Her cunt, glistening with moisture, has nice big lips and her clit protrudes. She stands letting us look and I take the opportunity to photograph her. "Take your dress off," Nessa demands. "We're naked so you should be, too." Gerri lifts it over her head and tosses it aside. Her tits are small and nice and firm with brown nipples, currently erect. She sits down between the girls. I stand in front of them and aim my camera. "Spread them, girls," I tell them, but they're already nicely parted. I take the shot and look at the screen. Gerri has her arms round the shoulders of her nieces and her hands dangle down on to their chests, her fingers on their nipples. I show them the screen. "This is a wonderful picture," I say. "A gay girl and her sexy nieces." "We're gay, too," Nessa claims. "Yes," Opal adds, "except that we love you too, Tony." "Then I suppose that makes you bisexual, girls," Gerri says, "which is fine by me, as long as you keep on loving me." "We adore you, Gerri," says Nessa. "Can I feel your tits?" "You don't need to ask," Gerri answers, "You, too, Opal." I stand in front of them, awestruck as they press their palms to Gerri's tits, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples. I have the presence of mind to take a few shots. Then Gerri's hands are between the legs of her little girls, fingers pressing in and I feel like I'm going to cum in my boxers, but that would ruin everything. I try to remain dispassionate, but it's difficult under the circumstances. The girls lie back, letting Gerri caress their cunts. She catches my eye and smiles. "Enjoying the show, Tony?" I'm speechless. "Shall we show Tony what three sexy girls can do?" she asks. The girl's faces light up. "Like what?" Opal asks. "I'm so aroused that I'd do anything, even with Tony watching." "Especially with Tony watching," Nessa proclaims. "I like being watched doing naughty stuff." "Me, too!" Opal cries. "Even better when he takes pictures." Gerri takes a deep breath. "I want to kiss your cunts," she says in almost a whisper. The girls gasp with delight. "Ooh, yes, yes!" Opal cries, and Nessa's smile reveals her eagerness. "Me first!" Opal demands. "No, me!" Nessa counters. Gerri slides off the couch and kneels in front of them. Opal opens her legs wide and Gerri buries her face between her thighs, kissing her little slit, then quickly moves across to Nessa and does the same, switching back and forth between the two as I fire away with my camera. Not only is she kissing, but her tongue is working hard on them and they're clearly loving it, dazzling smiles on their faces as they watch me photographing every move. After a few minutes, I call a halt. "I have a suggestion, but it's okay to say `no' if you don't want to." "I know," Opal says, "You want us to kiss Aunt Gerri's cunt." Her face tells me Gerri's far from reluctant. "At last," Nessa says, "I've been wanting to lick your cunt ever since we showered together the other night. I should've done it then." Gerri sits back on the couch and the girls knees between her thighs, taking turns to kiss and tongue those big floppy lips and suck on her clit. Gerri's face and chest are flushed bright red and her hips are thrusting upwards to meet their tongues. "God, I'm cumming!" she croaks, "I'm cumming, girls! Oh, Jesus, here I cum!" With a loud groan she lunges her hips up one final time, then collapses back on the couch, gasping for breath." "My God!" I exclaim, "you made her cum! That was amazing!" "Did you catch it all?" Opal asks. "Every minute of it; dozens of the hottest pictures you'll ever see. When Gerri recovers, we'll look at them." I down load my work from the camera to the computer and put the first picture up on the big screen. Gerri opens her eyes and smiles at the picture of Opal removing her knickers. I start the slide show and they watch, transfixed. When it's over, I sit back down on the couch between the girls with Gerri on the end. "Who's gonna see these pictures?" Nessa asks. "No one except us three," I tell her. "Aw, I wanna have them on the internet so everyone can see our cunts," moans brazen little Opal. "They're child porn and extremely illegal," Gerri points out. Opal's face looks even sadder. "I know a way to put them on the dark net," I tell them and now they're all smiles. Opal looks at me, making eye contact, then her gaze drops to the bulge in my boxers. "Why aren't you naked?" she asks. "This was a girl-on-girl performance. I wanted to keep out of it, except for taking the pictures, of course." "We should thank Tony," Gerri says, "for going to the trouble to taking them." Trouble? No trouble at all, I think, let me assure you. "How?" asks Nessa. "Like this!" Opal cries, dragging my underpants down to my ankles and taking hold of my iron hard cock. "Let me do it!" cries Nessa. I look across to Gerri who shakes her head. "Not me, Tony, I'm totally gay; you'll just have to let these two little nymphomaniacs do their thing." The girls both have their hands on my cock, stroking it as I do my best not to cum. Opal gazes up at me. "Can I kiss it?" she begs. Nessa's face asks the same question. "Teach them oral sex, Tony. Make them happy or they'll never stop bugging me. Go ahead, girls, kiss his cock and maybe let him kiss your . . . well, you do whatever you like." She puts her dress on, picks up her knickers. "Have fun, folks," she says and with a final encouraging smile, leaves. As the doors close, both girls battle to kiss my cock and in just a few seconds, they're competing to put it in their mouths. I tell them that pretty soon I'm going to cum, and explain that, unlike girls, I'll be out of action until I recover. "And when I do, can I kiss your cunts?" "YES!" they cry in unison. A minute later, both their smiling faces are splattered with creamy white cum. They won't have to wait for long. The end.