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A few weekends have passed and I’m at my grandparents for the weekend again. Grace still hasn’t mentioned anything to anyone or me about our French kissing. My grandparents were out for the day and offered me 20 to keep an eye on her and go swimming as they promised her they would take her. At 15 this was good money so I agreed. The morning arrived and I slide off the couch to go wake her up. I go upstairs to my room and open my door. It was just a lump covered in fabric with a ball of golden hair poking out the top end. I slink in silently and sit beside her. I gingerly placed my hand on the tallest point of the covers (her waist) and started to shake gently. “Grace. Grace. C’mon it’s time to get up.” She stirred and turned over. My hand not moving I feel her slide underneath the covers. Her eyes open to meet mine. She looked tired but still gorgeous. “What Alex?” She whispered.
“Come on get up, I’ve been paid to take you swimming so get your shit ready, yeah?”
Grace sat up and wiped the gunk from her eyes and moved her hair clear of her face. The quilt dropping down revealing she wasn’t wearing any of her usual nightclothes. Just her bra, which I didn’t think she ever wore, she only had little breasts at the time. But it was one of those cotton white ones that cover the whole chest. I stood there watching her come to, fully. My cock throbbing beneath my jeans. Itching to taste her tongue again. “Cmon, up.” I ordered.
“Get out” was her response. I was startled. But she was almost smiling. ” I’m getting ready, get out.” She said.
So I listened and left the room. Went in to the bathroom and stroked myself till I came over what I imagined of her.
I came quick and hard.
I go back into my room after she left and start making my bed. Again having to remove my sheets due to a damp spot. I spent a minute inhaling it and putting it in my mouth to suck. I still feel filthy for this. But It was irresistible. I throw it in my hamper
I left my room and headed downstairs. Grace was stood in the living room using the big mirror to brush her hair. I walk in and close the door behind me. Not taking my eyes off of her. It was unreal. No shirt. Just her swimsuit. It was speedo branded. Bright pink wet paint splash patterns with bits of orange in between. On her legs she wore black skintight shorts. Everything hugged her skin tightly. Her legs in contrast to the black sorts were bright and shiny. She wore a pair of sandals. I was immediately stiff watching her brush her yellow hair. The slight chubbiness of her frame, she had a little bit of a stomach but the bum to match, her tiny almost triangular breasts under the Lycra of the swimsuit. I’ll never forget it.
“I know the suns out but it’s not warm enough for that Grace” I uttered.
“It’s only 2 minutes walk I’ll be fine, I’ve got my coat” she said back.
As we set off walking we talked about the games we were playing and the online stuff we’d read or watched. Joking and laughing the whole way. We get in to the swimming baths and I pay for our entry. We head into the locker rooms. They’re the shared ones with cubicles. So I open one and go to head in to take my clothes off. As I’m shutting the door Grace sticks her arms out and catches it. “What are you doing?” I ask
“Taking my shorts off?” She said back almost confused in her tone
“We can’t share a cubicle Grace you’re a girl and I’m a boy”
“I’m not using my own cubicle there’s weirdos in here, the old men creep me out”
“Fair point hahaha”
I let her enter. She sits on the bench and pulls down her shorts. The way they almost stick to the skin as they slide down her legs had me unbelievably aroused. I take my jeans off and my shirt, i was wearing loose shorts underneath. She sat and waited as I bagged up our clothes to put in the locker. Her swimsuit tightly hugging her body. Revealing everything yet nothing at the same time. Except it did reveal something. Something I needed. Through the suit I could see the imprint of her pussy. We left the cubicles and went through the showers into the pool. I felt uneasy trying anything with her in the pool so we did the usual messing around for an hour. Throwing her, splashing water, messing with the inflatables. Though while I carried her in the pool I placed both hands on each of her butt cheeks. And she asked “Why are you grabbing me there?”
That feeling of pure guilt hit, like, oh shit! I’m caught!
“So I could do this!”
I lifted her above my head and threw her into the water with full force. Sending her flying. She rose back up laughing and giggling like nothing happened so we continued till our time was up.
Back in the cubicles after showering she followed me in. I acted like it was normal but used my towel to hide myself whilst I undressed and changed. She didn’t. She just peeled the suit off and threw it to the floor. Grabbed a towel and dried herself quickly. I’m startled just watching her naked body. She was completely smooth. Hairless everywhere. Her pussy had no imperfections. No labia hanging out or exposed parts. Just two little lumps between her legs. I took note of the skin just next to it, with thin red lines where her swimsuit pinched. She got changed like nothing was happening and left to go to the vending machines. I just stayed for a second and breathed slowly. Taking in every second I just witnessed. We left and walked back home, she packed her white shirt paired with her shorts. The bagginess of the shirt contrasted with the tightness of them was enlightening.
We get in and she goes up to my room. I follow her wondering what she’s doing. I open the door to her looking stressed. “Why is there no sheet on here now?” She asked.
Thoughts ran through my mind. I could take advantage and pressure her into something very wrong. But I decided not to. I sat next to her on the bed. “Ok Grace imma be real. Whatever you’re doing before sleeping? It’s leaving a stain. Remember to put a towel down.”
“You know?” She blurted out
“Know about what?” I quickly retorted.
“Nothing.”
I took notice and left it at that.
That night I went back upstairs to tell her our grandparents will be late. And there she was again. In loose soft shorts and shirt with stars on. Lay on her stomach. Feet in the air, her toes wiggling aimlessly. Playing on her phone. I just walked behind and lay on top of her. I slide my arms underneath her and hugged her tight. She didn’t say anything but I felt her arch her back into me. My cock, rock solid rested in between her cheeks. She hummed slightly as I hugged tighter. I started to tickle her ribs. She started squirming under me so I put my body wait onto her. Her ass pressed against my waist she was shaking and squirming at my touch. I don’t know how she never mentioned or noticed my rock hard cock pushed against her. I pulled upwards and let her turn over. I again pushed my weight back down so our hips were together. Looking in her eyes, I stuck my tongue out. Like I did the first time. And she reciprocated. We just tongued and rubbed ach other up and down. I was gently stirring my hips into hers stimulating me. Her legs lifted up around me, almost instinctively. As we were kissing I flipped us both over and let her sit on my waist. Giving her control felt less wrong.
Grace did as she wanted. Her hips were rocking into my cock. She wouldn’t take her tongue out of my mouth. I just ran my hands up and down her, squeezing her hips and ass. I felt like I’d struck gold. But intently guilty. Yes we were both under age but I was older and the responsible one. 12 to 15 seems like such a small age gap now but back then it was immensely different. She was just starting puberty. I was huge compared to her. But she was acting way older than she should’ve been.
I felt that feeling in my waist as she rocked her hips. She was giggling and laughing throughout the kisses and dry humping. I was just telling her how beautiful she was and pretty and soft she feels. But my balls started to tense up. My cock starting to throb with her movement. I clenched around her and held her close. Trying to slow my breathing. I shoot my load in my pants. Holding her tighter with each throb of my cock. I got up and played it off and left the room. She didn’t ask anything about wet spots, or what happened, or why I held her and breathed funny. But I left it at the that and stayed away from her for the rest of the night.
These night time sessions happened Everytime she was over and I wasn’t back home. One night though I felt I went too far. We were kissing like usual. But I sucked her bottom lip and started traveling downwards with my mouth. I got to her chest and she recoiled and giggled saying it tickled. Her body went into the fetal position protecting herself. So I started kissing her feet and toes. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing your feet Grace”
“Why?”
” Because you’re pretty from head to toe and I want to”
I held her ankles and started kissing up her legs. But when I got to her shorts and tried to slip my tongue underneath she recoiled again. “Not there, that’s weird Alex”
“It’s normal for people who live each other Grace”
“Not my pussy though”
“Where the hell did you learn that Grace!?”
“People call it that, online.”
I knew exactly what she was referencing, she’d been watching porn. “Grace, it’s okay, I love you and want to kiss you there.”
“No! We’re cousins it’s weird”
“Yeah but Ive seen you naked. We kiss every time youre here. Being cousins doesn’t change that.”
“I don’t want to”
“That’s okay then princess”
I kissed her and went back downstairs leaving her to sleep.
The last time I spoke to her she sat on my knee in a summer dress made out of this thin spandex material. It hugged her top half tightly, with a flowing bottom half. The bit that covered her privates made of the same material. I could feel her pussy getting wet as she rocked on my knee while my hands ran up and down her body. She was developing more now and had more curves to her.i still dream of bedding her to this day. Now it’s years later she’s got the exact same face. But a woman’s body. With decent size tits and a curvy figure. She’s fell into the Emo/alternative style and it makes me wonder if I caused that. Did I scar her? Does she see me as her abuser? I wonder if she masturbates about the experience like I still do. But I do know that if I see her again I definitely need to ask her about it.
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