A Stay At Cousin Clare's

It was a very long orgasm, and one of the best I’d ever had, made all the more so because it was Cousin Clare who had caused it! She seemed fascinated by the growing wet patch in the front of her knickers as my spunk soaked into and them and spread over their soft cotton. Sadly it was soon over. Clare went to wash her hands, and I took off her wet knickers and dried myself before dressing. Clare suggested that I should carefully hide her wet knickers.

“Don’t worry about Mummy missing my knickers from the drawer,” she told me. “I’m certain that she doesn’t know how many knickers I have in here”.

That sexual adventure turned out to be the first of several that we shared and enjoyed while I was staying at their house. Clare wouldn’t let me feel up her skirt at first, but it was obvious that she was getting very aroused each time she ‘masturbated’ me, and eventually she allowed me to stroke her pussy through her knickers. Putting my hand inside them was forbidden, but it was wonderful to be able to see and touch her through her knickers like that, and she didn’t take long to have an orgasm. When she had shown me exactly how to do it as she liked it, she sometimes had more than one orgasm, and seemed to love having them more each time.

All too soon the holiday was over and it was time to catch the train back to London. Clare had kindly given me five pairs of her old knickers, ‘to remind me of her when I wore them’, as she put it! The following year seemed to be a long way away, but I looked forward to it with great desire and anticipation. Cousin Clare was obviously not the completely innocent girl that her parents seemed to think.