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Adult ++
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Chapter 1-3
Wow, it’s been awhile, sorry guys. =] Been real busy. But I just decided to get back into the writing, hopefully you guys still enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Jaime lay about in his room, not doing much of anything when his mother walked in, a guest stuck closely behind her. Jaime had forgotten his mom motioning she was coming to live with them, more so he didn’t really care.
“Jaime, this is Marcella,” his mother said, stepping to the side as Marcella stepped forward.
Marcella was a stunning girl, cute face, long brunette hair, with a slender body frame. Had Marcella not been his cousin, he could have been very interested in her. But since she was his cousin, he simply turned over in his bed to face her, offering a simple, unenthusiastic hello.
“Jaime, show some respect. Marcella was very excited to come all the way from Mexico to stay with us,” his mother scolded.
Jaime sighed as he rose up, walking over and giving Marcella a hug. He didn’t speak a whole lot of Spanish, and her very poor English, but he offered a friendly “hola.”
Marcella seemed rather frightful of her new environment, after all she had been in Mexico during her 14 year lifespan. She tried to piece together a sentence.
“I am, very good to be in America. Your house is very very pretty.” She smiled at him, an unsure, vulnerable smile.
Jaime knew she was a nice girl, and almost felt bad for not giving her a proper greeting, after all, she was going to be here the next four years for high school, and they both would start in the fall. Jaime knew very basic Spanish, but he tried to piece something together.
“Me alegro de verle aquí, es muy bueno ver que ustedes,” Jaime said, trying to make sure he had pronounced it right, basically telling her he was glad to see her too. His Spanish was definitely better than her English.
“Thank you very much,” she replied.
“Now Jaime I want you to help teach Marcella some English before school starts.” His mother told him.
Summer had just barely started a little over a week ago, so there was much time for him to teach her. Although he wasn’t too eager to be teaching her all summer, she seemed like a nice girl and once they could actually converse, he believed they would get along well.
“Marcella let me show you to your room,” his mother said as she lead Marcella out, into the guest bedroom right next to Jaime’s.
Jaime laid out on his bed again, stretching, hoping this summer would be more eventful than the last one. At least he had someone to spend it with.
Chapter 2
The next month flew by. Jaime found himself very much liking his position, and he enjoyed teaching Marcella. Marcella, being the bright girl she was, was a quick learner and was very well on her way to almost being fluent. Their days consisted of nothing but them interacting, managing to laugh and joke despite the language barriers. Jaime was a good teacher, and Marcella was a good student, and it worked quite well. Soon Marcella was walking around the house, able to name objects and express desire to use those objects. Jaime felt quite proud of his cousin for doing so well.
Jaime of course, was still 14, and still very often got 14 year old boy urges. Generally it was easier to do this in his house during the day, but with Marcella around, he never had time. Not that he minded.
One night, as they finished up their lesson for the day and they headed off to bed, Jaime lay in his bed wide awake. He reached under his bed, pulling out a dirty magazine he’d taken from a gas station. As he flipped through the pages, stroking his member through his boxers, he groaned softly.
For a boy his age, he was fairly well endowed, but he didn’t really appreciate the fact. As he began sliding his palm along his shaft, groaning as he stopped on a page of a brunette girl lying naked on a sofa.
He didn’t even hear Marcella’s feet patter as she walked towards his door. She’d had a bit of a bad dream, and not that she was scared, but she was curious how do you say dream in English. The door was unlocked, and so she pushed it open very slightly, peering in. But before she could call for her cousin, her eyes made out in the soft moonlight falling in through his windows, what he was doing.
She gasped, flying back, almost tripping. The gasp was loud enough for Jaime to hear, as he sat up in bed, alert, looking through the crack in his door. Marcella frantically made way for her door, silently slipping into her room, then her bed.
She turned her head to the other side, facing the window. Jaime tucked his rock hard cock into his boxers, despite the fact that you could easily tell what was there, and walked down the hall, peering into her room. She looked asleep. His heart was racing, for fear of being caught masturbating. He locked his door, finished up very quickly, and went to sleep.
The next few nights went on normal, Jaime would masturbate and night and fall asleep, it was a regular routine. What Jaime didn’t know, however, was almost every one of those nights, Marcella sat at his door, watching him. She’d never seen a boy do anything like this. Sure she had kissed a few and made out before, but this was different. After a few nights of watching Jaime, Marcella decided she should try herself.
As Jaime lay in his room, pounding away at the thought of slamming into the magazine cover girl’s tight cunt, groaning, Marcella lay on her bed, her nightgown pulled up to her flat stomach, her body frame barely visible in the moonlight as her fingers caressed the skin around her pussy. It felt wonderful. The tips of her fingers rubbed her lips, soft at first, then vigorously. She moaned softly, her free hand sliding up her body and cupping her soft breast as he worked against her fingers, softly moaning as she thought of Jaime in his bed at the same moment, doing the exact same.
This went on for some time, Jaime would masturbate, and unbeknownst to Jaime, Marcella would too. One night, however, Jaime took a trip to the bathroom right before he started, and Marcella had gotten herself worked up early. He heard something odd, a kind of grunt, moan. He paused at Marcella’s door, pressing his ear to it. She was moaning, but why? Curious, he turned the knob, slowly pushing it open. He gasped when he saw his cousin, legs spread as she furiously pumped her fingers into her slick cunt, her nightgown tossed on the floor. She gripped her breasts as she thrust her hips, turning her head to bite the sheets as she came. It was quite a sight. Jaime gasped, running to his room, not sure how to react. But before he knew it, he was rubbing his cock, biting his lower lip, thinking of Marcella’s body as she writhed at her own fingers. That night Marcella came harder than she ever had; it turned her on even more to know her cousin was watching.
Chapter 3
This continued on as well for many nights. Marcella would masturbate well knowing Jaime was there, and Jaime would masturbate, eventually working his way to masturbating at her door as he watched her. Marcella, growing needier and needier as the summer went on, decided to push these boundaries. One night as Jaime stood at her door, pounding away at his cock and she fingered herself, she groaned his name. The next night, she turned her head to the crack in her door, catching his eye. He froze like he was a deer caught in head lights, his hand frozen on his stiff cock. She kept her eyes locked on his, as she stroked her cunt. She begged to tell him to come in, by now she knew exactly how, but she simply sat there stroking, waiting for him to make that first move.
Somehow, silently, their relationship developed into them awkwardly masturbating, well knowing of each other’s presence somewhere nearby, and the other “discreetly” watching. But Marcella couldn’t continue this, she needed more. She needed Jaime deep inside her, and all this empty masturbation was driving her insane. Their practices continued, but she knew Jaime would not act on her coming on to him, and if she wanted it, she had to get him into it first.
She decided when to do it, and that night as they both sat, him in his boxers and a white muscle shirt, and her in a pair of boxer briefs with a tight blue shirt, Marcella blurted out with,
“¿Cómo se dice pene en Inglés?” Of course she expected him to know what she meant. All these American kids always knew bad words in Spanish, and she knew he knew a good amount anyway.
“Well, uh,” Jaime paused. “You can say, penis, cock, dick, penis is the main one but cock and dick are slang.”
“Cock,” she giggled. “I like that one.” And then a coy smile took her face as her slender fingers moved forward, slipping through the open hole in his boxers, and grabbing his limp cock.
“So this is your cock, Jaime?”
He gasped softly, trying to pull back, anti-incestuous thoughts flying through his head, but it felt so good, her warm, soft fingers around his hardening cock. He couldn’t resist.
“Y-Yes,” he said shakily, as Marcella seemed to move forward.
“And, what is it called, when I use my, how do you say it, tongue? On your cock?” She smirked.
“A- a blowjob, it’s called a blowjob.” He said, blushing furiously.
“So I give your cock blowjob?”
“N-No, it’s just what it’s called when you suck on the penis. You just give a blowjob to the person, not the cock.”
“So I give you blowjob?” Marcella blinked.
“A blowjob.”
Marcella grinned at this. “You didn’t say no,” she giggled. With that, she spread open the hole in his boxers, letting his rock hard cock fly into the air, her brunette hair cascading as she bent forward, and swallowed his cock. Her soft locks pooled around his legs as he head began to bob, her lips never leaving his cock. He groaned, throwing his hand back, holding his body up with the palms of his hands as her tongue slid along the shaft of his dick. She sucked him in all the right places, gasping softly as her lips left his dick, her hand furiously stroking his spit soaked dick as she ravaged his balls with her tongue. She moaned into them, licking them all over as she jerked him off. Then, she brought her lips back to his cock, taking him fully into her wet, warm mouth as she began furiously bobbing her head up and down his length. She groaned, the sound vibrating and giving his cock a wonderful feeling as she sucked him. Of course, all this was beginner’s luck, in all honesty she was just being creative. And the swiftness of Jaime coming was too much and caught her by surprise. She broke away from his now limp cock, coughing and choking.
“Oh my god,” Jaime gasped. “I am so sorry, Marcella.” He reached over, trying to pat her back.
She coughed some more, reaching over for a glass of water and taking a large sip. Then, in a move that almost shot his cock back to an erect state, licked her lips as she smiled, and said,
“I’m okay. Thank you very much, it was good.”
With that, she got up, her hips swinging seductively as she walked out of his room, waving him goodnight. Neither of them masturbated that night, no longer would it suffice either of them.
END OF CHAPTER 3
More soon guys =]
Chapter 1
Jaime lay about in his room, not doing much of anything when his mother walked in, a guest stuck closely behind her. Jaime had forgotten his mom motioning she was coming to live with them, more so he didn’t really care.
“Jaime, this is Marcella,” his mother said, stepping to the side as Marcella stepped forward.
Marcella was a stunning girl, cute face, long brunette hair, with a slender body frame. Had Marcella not been his cousin, he could have been very interested in her. But since she was his cousin, he simply turned over in his bed to face her, offering a simple, unenthusiastic hello.
“Jaime, show some respect. Marcella was very excited to come all the way from Mexico to stay with us,” his mother scolded.
Jaime sighed as he rose up, walking over and giving Marcella a hug. He didn’t speak a whole lot of Spanish, and her very poor English, but he offered a friendly “hola.”
Marcella seemed rather frightful of her new environment, after all she had been in Mexico during her 14 year lifespan. She tried to piece together a sentence.
“I am, very good to be in America. Your house is very very pretty.” She smiled at him, an unsure, vulnerable smile.
Jaime knew she was a nice girl, and almost felt bad for not giving her a proper greeting, after all, she was going to be here the next four years for high school, and they both would start in the fall. Jaime knew very basic Spanish, but he tried to piece something together.
“Me alegro de verle aquí, es muy bueno ver que ustedes,” Jaime said, trying to make sure he had pronounced it right, basically telling her he was glad to see her too. His Spanish was definitely better than her English.
“Thank you very much,” she replied.
“Now Jaime I want you to help teach Marcella some English before school starts.” His mother told him.
Summer had just barely started a little over a week ago, so there was much time for him to teach her. Although he wasn’t too eager to be teaching her all summer, she seemed like a nice girl and once they could actually converse, he believed they would get along well.
“Marcella let me show you to your room,” his mother said as she lead Marcella out, into the guest bedroom right next to Jaime’s.
Jaime laid out on his bed again, stretching, hoping this summer would be more eventful than the last one. At least he had someone to spend it with.
Chapter 2
The next month flew by. Jaime found himself very much liking his position, and he enjoyed teaching Marcella. Marcella, being the bright girl she was, was a quick learner and was very well on her way to almost being fluent. Their days consisted of nothing but them interacting, managing to laugh and joke despite the language barriers. Jaime was a good teacher, and Marcella was a good student, and it worked quite well. Soon Marcella was walking around the house, able to name objects and express desire to use those objects. Jaime felt quite proud of his cousin for doing so well.
Jaime of course, was still 14, and still very often got 14 year old boy urges. Generally it was easier to do this in his house during the day, but with Marcella around, he never had time. Not that he minded.
One night, as they finished up their lesson for the day and they headed off to bed, Jaime lay in his bed wide awake. He reached under his bed, pulling out a dirty magazine he’d taken from a gas station. As he flipped through the pages, stroking his member through his boxers, he groaned softly.
For a boy his age, he was fairly well endowed, but he didn’t really appreciate the fact. As he began sliding his palm along his shaft, groaning as he stopped on a page of a brunette girl lying naked on a sofa.
He didn’t even hear Marcella’s feet patter as she walked towards his door. She’d had a bit of a bad dream, and not that she was scared, but she was curious how do you say dream in English. The door was unlocked, and so she pushed it open very slightly, peering in. But before she could call for her cousin, her eyes made out in the soft moonlight falling in through his windows, what he was doing.
She gasped, flying back, almost tripping. The gasp was loud enough for Jaime to hear, as he sat up in bed, alert, looking through the crack in his door. Marcella frantically made way for her door, silently slipping into her room, then her bed.
She turned her head to the other side, facing the window. Jaime tucked his rock hard cock into his boxers, despite the fact that you could easily tell what was there, and walked down the hall, peering into her room. She looked asleep. His heart was racing, for fear of being caught masturbating. He locked his door, finished up very quickly, and went to sleep.
The next few nights went on normal, Jaime would masturbate and night and fall asleep, it was a regular routine. What Jaime didn’t know, however, was almost every one of those nights, Marcella sat at his door, watching him. She’d never seen a boy do anything like this. Sure she had kissed a few and made out before, but this was different. After a few nights of watching Jaime, Marcella decided she should try herself.
As Jaime lay in his room, pounding away at the thought of slamming into the magazine cover girl’s tight cunt, groaning, Marcella lay on her bed, her nightgown pulled up to her flat stomach, her body frame barely visible in the moonlight as her fingers caressed the skin around her pussy. It felt wonderful. The tips of her fingers rubbed her lips, soft at first, then vigorously. She moaned softly, her free hand sliding up her body and cupping her soft breast as he worked against her fingers, softly moaning as she thought of Jaime in his bed at the same moment, doing the exact same.
This went on for some time, Jaime would masturbate, and unbeknownst to Jaime, Marcella would too. One night, however, Jaime took a trip to the bathroom right before he started, and Marcella had gotten herself worked up early. He heard something odd, a kind of grunt, moan. He paused at Marcella’s door, pressing his ear to it. She was moaning, but why? Curious, he turned the knob, slowly pushing it open. He gasped when he saw his cousin, legs spread as she furiously pumped her fingers into her slick cunt, her nightgown tossed on the floor. She gripped her breasts as she thrust her hips, turning her head to bite the sheets as she came. It was quite a sight. Jaime gasped, running to his room, not sure how to react. But before he knew it, he was rubbing his cock, biting his lower lip, thinking of Marcella’s body as she writhed at her own fingers. That night Marcella came harder than she ever had; it turned her on even more to know her cousin was watching.
Chapter 3
This continued on as well for many nights. Marcella would masturbate well knowing Jaime was there, and Jaime would masturbate, eventually working his way to masturbating at her door as he watched her. Marcella, growing needier and needier as the summer went on, decided to push these boundaries. One night as Jaime stood at her door, pounding away at his cock and she fingered herself, she groaned his name. The next night, she turned her head to the crack in her door, catching his eye. He froze like he was a deer caught in head lights, his hand frozen on his stiff cock. She kept her eyes locked on his, as she stroked her cunt. She begged to tell him to come in, by now she knew exactly how, but she simply sat there stroking, waiting for him to make that first move.
Somehow, silently, their relationship developed into them awkwardly masturbating, well knowing of each other’s presence somewhere nearby, and the other “discreetly” watching. But Marcella couldn’t continue this, she needed more. She needed Jaime deep inside her, and all this empty masturbation was driving her insane. Their practices continued, but she knew Jaime would not act on her coming on to him, and if she wanted it, she had to get him into it first.
She decided when to do it, and that night as they both sat, him in his boxers and a white muscle shirt, and her in a pair of boxer briefs with a tight blue shirt, Marcella blurted out with,
“¿Cómo se dice pene en Inglés?” Of course she expected him to know what she meant. All these American kids always knew bad words in Spanish, and she knew he knew a good amount anyway.
“Well, uh,” Jaime paused. “You can say, penis, cock, dick, penis is the main one but cock and dick are slang.”
“Cock,” she giggled. “I like that one.” And then a coy smile took her face as her slender fingers moved forward, slipping through the open hole in his boxers, and grabbing his limp cock.
“So this is your cock, Jaime?”
He gasped softly, trying to pull back, anti-incestuous thoughts flying through his head, but it felt so good, her warm, soft fingers around his hardening cock. He couldn’t resist.
“Y-Yes,” he said shakily, as Marcella seemed to move forward.
“And, what is it called, when I use my, how do you say it, tongue? On your cock?” She smirked.
“A- a blowjob, it’s called a blowjob.” He said, blushing furiously.
“So I give your cock blowjob?”
“N-No, it’s just what it’s called when you suck on the penis. You just give a blowjob to the person, not the cock.”
“So I give you blowjob?” Marcella blinked.
“A blowjob.”
Marcella grinned at this. “You didn’t say no,” she giggled. With that, she spread open the hole in his boxers, letting his rock hard cock fly into the air, her brunette hair cascading as she bent forward, and swallowed his cock. Her soft locks pooled around his legs as he head began to bob, her lips never leaving his cock. He groaned, throwing his hand back, holding his body up with the palms of his hands as her tongue slid along the shaft of his dick. She sucked him in all the right places, gasping softly as her lips left his dick, her hand furiously stroking his spit soaked dick as she ravaged his balls with her tongue. She moaned into them, licking them all over as she jerked him off. Then, she brought her lips back to his cock, taking him fully into her wet, warm mouth as she began furiously bobbing her head up and down his length. She groaned, the sound vibrating and giving his cock a wonderful feeling as she sucked him. Of course, all this was beginner’s luck, in all honesty she was just being creative. And the swiftness of Jaime coming was too much and caught her by surprise. She broke away from his now limp cock, coughing and choking.
“Oh my god,” Jaime gasped. “I am so sorry, Marcella.” He reached over, trying to pat her back.
She coughed some more, reaching over for a glass of water and taking a large sip. Then, in a move that almost shot his cock back to an erect state, licked her lips as she smiled, and said,
“I’m okay. Thank you very much, it was good.”
With that, she got up, her hips swinging seductively as she walked out of his room, waving him goodnight. Neither of them masturbated that night, no longer would it suffice either of them.
END OF CHAPTER 3
More soon guys =]