Kissing Cousins (closed)

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When Maria Kathleen Fitzpatrick (named after both her grandmothers) introduced herself by her full name, people often gave her a second look. Not that she could blame them. She certainly didn't look Irish. But when she told people in the college town of Meagher, Missouri, nestled on the shores of the Lake of the Ozarks, that she was related to the Fitzpatricks, founders of the city of Meagher as well as the college that would become the University of Missouri at Meagher, they would give her a third and fourth look, and again she couldn't blame them. The Meagher clan, which still owned the largest amount of privately owned land (and all of it contiguous) in Missouri, was primarily made up of fair skinned individuals, and had more than its fair share of blondes and redheads.

Maria's distinctly non-Irish appearance derived from the fact that her grandfather married the daughter of a Mexican migrant in 1961. This had initially caused the ostracization of her branch of the family from her great-grandfather, but eventually her great-grandmother engineered the reconciliation of father and son.

In a lot of ways, Maria was atypical of the Fitzpatricks of her generation. She absolutely loved wandering the Fitzpatrick acreage, from the isolated beaches to the wooded hills that had more than a handful of caves to explore. It seemed like she had learned how to ride a horse before she could walk, and she had been her grandfather's constant fishing companion since she was four.

As she hit her teen years, she discovered boys, but that didn't mean she gave up her love for all things involving the great outdoors. And though she was something of a flirt, she had never let a boy touch her anywhere except above the waist, and always outside her clothes. And boys might complain, but they never pushed. Maria was the youngest of four children, and both her father and her three older brothers, not to mention her grandfather, were not men anyone wanted to cross.

Two days after her eighteenth birthday, a particularly overcast autumn day found Maria pulling her favorite cousin, her best friend really, around the property. There was an old but solidly built barn located some distance from the main house. The cousins had stepped into the barn just as the clouds parted and a downpour commenced. Maria just laughed and pulled out her cellphone, calling her great-aunt in the main house (her cousin's grandmother) and telling her the two cousins were stuck in the barn until it stopped raining, and that they would stay put.

Maria grabbed her cousin's hand and tugged her up the ladder that led to the hayloft. As Maria did so, she pondered her cousin. Maria thought the other girl was pretty, lovely really, in the classic Irish fashion of most of the Fitzpatrick women. But her cousin was always withdrawn into herself, always hiding behind her hair. It usually fell to Maria to protect her cousin, but Maria didn't mind. Maria loved her cousin dearly.

Maria took off her red plaid shirt, revealing a black top underneath. Standing in front of the open hayloft door, she took a deep breath and turned back to her cousin, a wide grin on her face. "Doesn't it feel great out here?" Maria asked.
 
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Mia had been staring at Maria -- or more specifically her beautiful bosom -- and had barely heard the question. Fearing her cousin had spied her spying, she blushed deeply, and for a girl as fair skinned as Mia, that meant a great deal. She looked to the open hay loft window at the rain that was quickly becoming a downpour and agreed, "Yes. It's incredible."

Just as Maria had always considered her older-by-two-months cousin her favorite cousin and best friend, Mia had considered the more dramatic, more erotic, more outgoing, and more of more cousin her favorite cousin, her best friend, and her personal role model. Maria was so much of every thing good and womanly, so much more than the stick of a girl Mia. Mia did not match up in any category. She never had. As she looked at the strengthening storm, she recalled being 6 years old and laughing that while they shared some letters in their name, Maria even had her bested there with two extra. They still laughed about that now, a dozen years later.

But while Mia envied her cousin greatly, there were no hard feelings in measuring up to Maria. Mia could not wait to spend these days with her cousin, hoping that each time they were together, some of Maria's confidence or sexiness or strength would wear off on the soft spoken, wall flower.

"Did you enjoy your birthday?" Mia asked, knowing it had been just days earlier. She smirked, then blushed again before she asked, "You are an adult now. Does that mean you did something ... adult-like that you can't tell your mother about?"

Mia loved to hear her cousin's stories about boys. Never having had a boy friend or, for that matter, kissed a boy or even held a boy's hand, she was living vicariously through the tales that Maria had to offer her. She was hoping that her cousin would have some erotic to tell her now while they were all alone in the gathering storm.
 
"Nope," Maria laughed musically as she sat on the loft floor, her back up against a hay bale. "Papá doesn't let me go out in anything that even hints at showing skin. And the boys I do let get far enough to feel the girls..." Maria rolled her eyes. "I want to tell them, yes, they're attached, so you don't have to pull and grab so hard. And then they're surprised that I want to keep my clothes on. Don't get me wrong, Mia, I'm curious and maybe a bit eager, but I want to enjoy it, not just cross it off the list."

Maria patted a spot beside where she was sitting. "Come talk to me, pretty girl. I don't want to just talk about who I go out with. I want to talk about why my best friend isn't going out. You're so beautiful, it is a shame to let that beauty go unseen."
 
"Nope," Maria laughed, telling about her father's protective restrictions and the guys who chase her.

Mia was a bit disappointed, and while she attempted to hide it, the expression on her face gave a little bit of that disappointment away. Maria was still a virgin. Mia was sure of that. She and her cousin told each other every thing, and Mia was sure that with even something so personal as finally giving up one's purity, Mia would still tell her.

Mia understood what the more experience girl was saying about a list and wanting more than to just start crossing things off it. At the same time, though, Mia would have liked to just have a list -- figuratively or literally -- to simply view once in a while. She wanted so badly to begin her sexual learning. Not because her body was burning up with lust or anything like that, but because sex was all around her: television, online, advertising, and of course the other kids at school who were always making out or holding hands or simply talking about doing such things. Mia felt she was missing out, but she also felt like such a loser -- an outcast -- for not being involved in such things.

Ironically, though, she did not feel as though her cousin was also a loser for not being involved. Maria was not sexually active, Mia thought, because she was strong and determined and decisive enough to demand I'll do it when I'm good and ready. And why was not Mia sexually active? Who would have her?

As if reading Mia's self-deprecating mind, Maria said, "Come talk to me, pretty girl. I don't want to just talk about who I go out with. I want to talk about why my best friend isn't going out. You're so beautiful, it is a shame to let that beauty go unseen."

A chuckle quickly escaped Mia's throat. "Right! Yeah ... so beautiful." She dropped onto the layer of loose straw and sat cross legged, facing Maria. "Like I have something the boys want to see anyway."

Despite being exactly two months older than Maria, Mia was physically very much a girl when compared to her extremely voluptuous cousin. She was barely into a "B" cup bra, and while she had a pleasing, sleek, and smooth body, it had no curves to be seen, so why bother. Using an analogy her NASCAR-crazy brother was fond of when comparing the two cousins, Maria's curvaceous body was an Italian Grand Prix track with hours worth of thrills and excitement; while Mia's stick of a form was a straight and narrow back road where the local-yokel's raced their junkers and the thrills were short and easily forgettable. Mia could really hate her brother sometimes.

But her cousin she loved, so she did as Maria requested and began talking about why she was not the outgoing, flaunting young beauty her cousin had always instill in her that she was. And while she was talking, Mia could not help but realize that it was just one more example of how Maria was more than she was in every respect.

Mia had gotten really sick when she was in 5th grade, and after having missed three months of school and then fallen even farther behind once her studies resumed, it had been decided to simply put her back a grade and start fresh. So, even though she was older than her cousin, Maria had already graduated high school and was going to soon be a college girl whereas Mia had just begun her senior year of high school. Maria was going to be strutting the campus and sitting in coffee study groups, surrounded by college men; while Mia was still going to be sitting in overcrowded, airless classrooms and underfunded libraries being ignored by high school boys.

She got to the end of her tale of woe, about how she had been in class for over a month now, and the only time a senior boy had shown her any attention was when she accidentally sat in something at the cafeteria and the creep commented, "I almost didn't notice the stain on your butt ... 'cause you got no butt."

The rest of the boys -- and even the girls -- had laughed hysterically, and Mia had just gotten up quietly and left, saving her tears for when she was changing out of the ruined shorts and into her nose-cringing sweaty gym trunks in which she suffered the rest of the day. She went quiet for a moment, then -- looking back to Maria's plentiful bosom -- said quite bluntly, which was so unlike herself, "Just once I'd like to know how it feels to have big boobs."
 
Maria just rolled her eyes in response. "You have to get used to them having their own gravitational field, because all eyes are drawn to them. Sometimes I feel like introducing myself, and then introducing my boobs," she laughed. "I can only imagine what the reaction would be like if I ever dressed like this in public," she grinned, gesturing at her exposed cleavage.

"But I think you are being very silly to listen to such foolishness," Maria continued, cupping Mia's face with her hands. "I think you are so beautiful, it makes my heart ache." Maria said the last as she looked intently into Mia's eyes

Maria scooted over so that she could pull her cousin's head over her own heart. Holding her cousin's head and gently stroking her hair, Maria continued, "I have talked to our grandfathers, yours and mine, and they have agreed that I should take a year off, and wait for you, so that we can begin college together. And do you know that little barn near the edge of the property, the one with the apartment on top? I am going to help renovate it, so that next year, when you and I start college, we will have our own place, just you and me. We'll rush around crazily as we get ready in the morning, and have horses to ride when the week is done. And when we go into town, all those silly college boys will be afraid to approach us, because we will just be too beautiful and aristocratic for them to even think about," she said with a chuckle. Hugging her cousin's head tightly, she concluded, "So there is to be no more talk of you being anything but the epitome of Fitzpatrick femininity." The last sentence was said with force.
 
Mia smiled broadly, then blushed, at her cousin's description of what it meant to have a conspicuous bosom. It was something she herself would never understand, of course. Regardless of Maria's warning about what it meant to actually have something up yonder, Mia welcomed the idea of having what her brother had described as mountiful melons.

She also welcomed Maria's taking her into her arms and that wonderful bosom. As her cousin clutched Mia to her chest, the less curvy girl wrapped her own arms around the dark haired beauty's waste and held just as tightly. There was comfort to be hand here in the arms of her most favorite of people. The warmth and pillowy feel of Maria's boobs against her face and neck made Mia wish to stay just like this until, miracle of miracles, her own tits exploded into being as if by breast-to-breast osmosis.

"I have talked to our grandfathers, yours and mine..." Maria began.

As she continued to simply press into her cousin's bosom, Mia's eyes began to widen and her mouth fell open. When the voluptuous angel finished, Mia lifted her head, revealing the absolute joy in her face.

"Really...! You would do that for me?" she asked with obvious delight. She flung her arms around Maria's abdomen and pulled the two of them hard together. "Oh my god, Maria! This is--"

Mia could not even finish what she was trying to get across. This was like a dream come true! They would be able to do everything together, as they had when -- even a year apart in high school -- they had seen each other every day.

"It'll be like old times!" Mia continued, still clutching tightly to her cousin's shapely form.

It might have seemed silly to call that period of just a couple months back old times but Mia had so missed those days. Without Maria in her daily life, Mia had simply been lost. She had, of course, thought it was just the absence of of discussion and gossiping and giggling and preening and all of the other things girls did with one another when out of sight of those annoying boys. If Mia had truly understood what it was that she had been missing since she and Maria has started in their separate schools, she probably would have been horrified and embarrassed.

For what she had truly been missing was this, these intimate moments in which Mia and Maria were as close -- well, almost as close -- as young lovers. The hello and goodbye hugs, the fingers run through hair as it was styled, the nearness of faces as make up was applied, the sweet smell of freshly showered skin as they pulled the sheets over themselves for the frequent weekend sleep overs.

"So there is to be no more talk..." Maria continued, "...of you being anything but the epitome of Fitzpatrick femininity."

Fitzpatrick femininity, Mia thought as she pulled her cousin's body even harder to her and caressed a hand up the girl's back to the back of her neck, repositioning her neck and head a bit to make them seem even more as one. Fitzpatrick femininity is right here in my arms, where I want it to be forever. Mia felt a fiery blush explode through her face and neck -- likely even affecting her entire upper body, knowing how fair her skin was -- as she realized that the embrace was beginning to excite her. She pulled back, looking for just a quick moment into Maria's eyes before dropping her gaze to her lap.

"It's great, Maria," she said softly. "I'm so excited. I, um..." She glanced out the hay door, to where the sky was darkening still and, in the distance, the first low booms of thunder were making themselves heard. Despite the obviousness of the stupidity of the idea, she said, "Maybe we should get back."

Mia's mind was whirling with a feeling she had never had for her cousin. They had always been close, and they had often been physically close, in a sense. Over their pubescence years, they had often seen one another in various stage of semi- or full-nudity, even having skinny dipped on the property's private ponds every summer. And, of course, they had seen one another in those very same moments of undress when, obviously, dressing for this purpose or that.

And while Mia had always marveled at the beauty and wonder of her more shapely cousin's figure, she had never felt the yearning to touch that incredible body as she was now yearning to do. It was wrong! Was it not wrong? Totally wrong? Because they were both girls -- women, that is? Or because they were cousins? Mia did not understand, entirely, but she did understand that she was not supposed to feel this way about Maria.

Where the hell had this come from so suddenly? Or ... maybe ... there was nothing sudden about it! Mia's head was spinning as she looked at her fiddling fingers and, with a quick glance, looked up again to the incredible bosom of the girl so very close to her.
 
Maria's face fell when Mia talked about going back.

"Not yet. Please?" Maria said, her eyes pleading. "It's just rain and a little thunder." Springing to her feet, Maria grabbed her discarded shirt then pulled Mia to her feet. "Come on, I think I saw some camping equipment stored down stairs. There should be some LED lanterns mixed in, so we don't have to worry about the dark."

Laughing, Maria pulled her cousin to the top of the ladder. Maria quickly descended, then watched Mia follow afterwards. As she looked at her cousin, she still couldn't understand why her cousin didn't realize how beautiful she was. To Maria, her cousin was like a classical Greek statue. Or that painting of Venus on the shell, coming up from the sea.

Maria hung her plaid shirt on a nail on one of the support beams, then dug around in one of the empty stalls, scaring a barn cat in the process, as she uncovered a pile of miscellaneous camping equipment. Maria found two electrical lanterns, turned them both on and hung them up on either side of the stall. She brought some fresh hay into the stall, and rolled out a sleeping bag on top of it, unfolding the sleeping bag completely.

Plopping on the sleeping bag, Maria patted a spot beside her. "See. We're dry, well lit, and good to go. And..." Maria paused, looking at Mia with wide, open eyes, "...I don't feel like we've had time to be together recently, just the two of us. I know everyone thinks I'm just Maria, being adventurous and doing things and not living deeper than my skin, but I have things here." Maria tapped a spot between her breasts. Smiling at her cousin, she added, "And you never complain about me being too touchy-feely with you. But I can't help hugging and touching you all the time. When you're sad, I want to comfort you. And when you're happy, I love basking in your warmth."
 
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As she fell onto the sleeping bag next to her cousin, Mia considered Maria's use of the phrase touch-feely. She was conflicted about whether the other girl had meant emotionally touchy-feely or physically touchy-feely; just as she was conflicted about whether she herself wanted it.

A good girl isn't s'posed to want to touch her cousin ... her GIRL cousin ... is she? The thought was not about same sex sex. Mia was not a homophobe or any such thing. If fact, she had a friend at school who was a closet lesbian and another from church -- a few years older -- who was out and engaged to another woman. No, it was not anything like that.

So, what was it? Fear! She wanted to touch Maria, and she wanted Maria to touch her. But there was a huge gap between being emotionally touchy feely with Maria and actually reaching a hand out to feel and touch her. She wanted it so badly, but ... How? How do I make this happen?

She moved up close to her cousin, laying on her side to face her, resting her upper body on her elbow. They smiled to one another, the joy and fun of being alone together out here in an otherwise abandoned barn during a growing storm more than evident.

She remembered what Maria sad about being sad. She shimmied even closer on her side, until there were only two inches between them, then feigned despair with a dramatically pouted lower lip. "I'm so sad, cuz. I think I need comfort."
 
Maria just giggled. Running her fingertips across her cousin's cheek, she couldn't help but grin. "You're so silly!" And without another word, Maria scooted up so that she could draw her cousin's face to between her breasts.

Maria just hugged her cousin in silence, a contented look on her face as she ran her fingers through Mia's hair.

"Sometimes I wish it could be just like this, like we are right now, all the time," Maria finally said, breaking the silence. "Because I can just be me with you. And I don't get to do that with anyone else. I think that's why I want to hug and touch you so much," Maria said, breaking the embrace so that she could scoot down and be face to face with Mia. "I think if I hug you hard enough and long enough, I can shrink you down so I can carry you around with me wherever I go." Maria's gave Mia an impish grin as she added, "And that boy was wrong." Maria reached around and lightly slapped Mia on her backside. "You have a butt, and a very fine one that. And if you ever say differently, Mama will spank." Maria laughed with the last sentence.
 
Mia shrieked a bit at the spank, then giggled. She feigned an erotic tone that simply was not her and said, "Oooo, baby, spank me, spank me hard."

She burst out in laughter, giving Maria a little push before pulling her elbow out from under her, wrapping that arm under her cousin's torso, and laying on her back close to the other girl. She grasped Maria around the waist and pulled her until the girl's impressive bosom was pressing her less impressive one.

Mia looked into her cousin's eyes, smiling broadly, playfully. It felt good to be like this, body to body with the now-grown up girl that she had so, so long looked up to and simultaneously envied.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?" Mia asked suddenly. "I mean. I know you have. You told me have. But I mean ... have you re-e-e-e-ally kissed one, you know like ... lots of tongue ... and passion ... and..."

She glanced to Maria's full lips for a moment, then in a whisper that sounded almost sad, she said, "I've never kissed a boy. What's it feel like?"
 
"Bart Kanes," Maria answered, a look of distaste coming to her face. "You remember him, that cross country runner who graduated a year ahead of me, and got a track scholarship out of state? He took me out on a date, and we had a good time. He was nice and polite and didn't try anything more than putting his arm around my shoulders at the movie, and I'm thinking he's looking good for a second date. Well, he walks me up to the front door, and I'm getting ready for a good night kiss, when WHAM! I mean, no warmup, no warning, nothing. I mean, his lips hit mine so hard, I thought he chipped one of my teeth! And then he's trying to put his tongue in my mouth like it's that little creature in the monster's mouth from Alien." Maria just shook her head. "I was so freaked out I just stood there. Fortunately, Papá flipped on the porch lights right then, and scared Bart away. No second date for Bart!"

Maria's eyes became a little unfocused as she quietly said, "I think a true kiss, one with passion and everything, has to start in the soul. It has to be with someone you feel passionate about, in order to be passionate." Maria turned her head to look at Mia with an embarrassed smile. "Or maybe I've watched Princess Bride once too often."

Maria pulled a strand of her hair over her lip as if it were a moustache and, trying to deepen her voice, said, "May I give you your first kiss?" Giggling, Maria brushed the hair out of her face, before adding, "I would be very happy to practice kissing my pretty girl as much as she wishes."
 
"I would be very happy to practice kissing my pretty girl as much as she wishes," Maria laughed.

Mia joined her in the laughter for a moment, but as the joyous sounds waned -- before she truly understood what she was doing and what the results might be -- she reached her right hand up to the left side of Maria's face, took some of the girl's long, dark hair in her fingers, and repeated the false mustache maneuver. Looking into her cousin's eyes with a nervous smile Mia whispered, "Okay ... Mister."

She giggled again, releasing the hair and allowing her hand to come to a rest on Maria's cheek. She studied the beauty's lips for a moment, licking her own in anticipation -- in hope that her cousin had truly meant what she had suggested -- and again looked into Maria's eyes and whispered, "Okay."
 
Maria paused for a moment, as she suddenly realized just how much this moment meant to her cousin. What Maria had said on a whim, just as a jest, was something that Mia wanted.

And Maria did not hesitate. She leaned forward, and lightly brushed her lips over Mia's, then kissed her best friend's lips, very, very lightly. Maria brushed the tip of her nose with Mia's, then looked her cousin in the eyes. "Would you like another?"
 
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Mia felt her cousin's lips press against her own, and a shiver immediately shot up her spine, exploding his skin in tingling goose flesh. The kiss was soft ... sweet ... and so incredibly welcomed.

She had not known what it would feel like. You would not have thought it would be so special: it was just lips touching lips, just as she had with her mother -- a lips-kisser -- ten thousand times in her life. But this was not like kissing her mother. Mia's body instantly warmed with a feeling she had never known before: lust.

"Would you like another?"

Maria barely had the words out of her mouth before Mia's lips were pressed to it again. Though she had initiated the second one, Mia had no idea how to turn a soft and sweet kiss into the passionate, wet, French Kiss she had seen so often in movies and, quite honestly, had viewed over and over riding her thumb on the back button while watching her favorite romantic comedies.

"Teach me," Mia whispered when she pulled her lips back the second time. "Teach me to kiss like we were lovers."

She pulled Maria tighter to her, desperate to feel the voluptuous girl against her while also fearful that her cousin might not be as interested in this unbelievable moment at she.
 
Maria gently pushed the other girl away, disentangling herself from Mia as she sat up, then pulled her best friend to a seated position as well.

Cupping her cousin's chin lightly in her fingers, Maria told Mia, "We are lovers, pretty girl. There is no one in this world that I love more than you. So first, I have to have your word that you understand I will never push you away. I think that idea is in the back of your head, and I wish to banish it immediately. I know this is important to you," Maria said, waving with one hand at their surroundings, "And it is very important to me too. Because you are very important to me," Maria said emphatically.

"And whatever we do next, or don't do, we will do with love and understanding, and always know that patience is just as important as passion."

"And finally," Maria said, with an impish look on her face, "I believe I was supposed to take you out to dinner, before we have a roll in the hay," she laughed, plucking a straw of hay that had somehow managed to make it into Mia's hair. "After which, I would have taken you to a movie, and attempedt to let my hands go roaming. So after tonight, you have to let me take you out. Deal?"
 
Mia listened intently to he cousin's reassurances, and suddenly -- though she would never have thought it possible -- she loved her cousin even more than she ever had. Maria understood Mia so well, so much more than the lesser woman had ever imagined.

Which included tossing a little humor into the sexually charged moment. At the word deal, Mia nodded enthusiastically. "Deal."

Mia moved closer again, eager and excited to kiss Maria. But before she did, she asked, "Is this ... is this okay? For us to do?"
 
"It is very okay for us to do," Maria said with a warm smile. "I think you find me attractive," Maria said, leaning forward just enough to give Mia another quick brush of her lips against the other girl's. "And I know I find you very beautiful. You are my best friend, and I am yours. And we love each other. But there is one thing I must ask you to realize. I am not going to kiss you because I pity you. I am going to kiss you because you are my best friend, and because I find you desirable." Maria was surprised to hear the word 'desirable' leave her lips, but as soon as she said it, she realized the truth of it.

"Sometimes you say things about yourself that I would rip into you, if you were another speaking about you. Your brother..." Maria's eyes flashed and her nostrils flared "...once made a crude remark to me, comparing you and I to race tracks. I put my knee into his crotch so hard, he gargled with his cojones for a week. So when I kiss you," Maria said, leaning closer, "I will be kissing a very beautiful woman whom I love dearly. And I will very much enjoy the experience," Maria concluded, reaching behind Mia's neck and pulling the other girl in for a longer, firmer kiss.
 
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Mia did not know how to react to her cousin's declaration that she was more than she liked to believe. It was easier to believe the bad stuff, that she was plain looking, a stick, not worth taking a second glance at. But she nodded to Maria in response and promised to stop being so self critical.

When she felt her cousin's mouth press against hers again, another chill ran up her spine. Mia had never wanted anything so bad in her life than this, and -- strangely -- she had never even considered kissing Maria like this until less than twenty minutes ago.

Mia felt Maria's soft lips part just a bit, and she mimicked the gesture. Next she just barely felt the tip of the brunette's tongue touch her lips. It was wet and warm, and Mia quickly pressed her own tongue forward. The acceleration of the kiss was slow, ever so slow, and simply magical. Mia moaned her appreciation and delight, then giggled a bit in embarrassment.

"Sorry," she apologized, another shiver shooting up her spine. "It's just ... oh god, Maria it feels so good?"

She gave her cousin another quick peck on the lips, then looked down to the brunette's voluptuous breasts again. She looked into her Maria's eyes and asked almost imperceptibly, "Can I kiss them?"
 
For the first time that evening, Maria was actually flustered. She knew, in a vague, roundabout way, that what Mia had just asked to do was a possibility. She had even hinted at such, just a minute ago. But there was a difference between possibility and reality.

"I..." Maria took a deep breath, then reached for the hem of her top. Her face beet red, she held her fingers there motionlessly. Don't be silly, she told herself. It wouldn't be the first time Mia had seen her nude. But, Maria mentally countered, it was going to be the first time for...other stuff.

Maria set her jaw and, in one quick motion, pulled the top over head, tossing it into the hay nearby. She looked to one side, embarrassed, but kept her hands to her side. Her breasts, round and full, hung high and proud on her chest, her medium-sized dark nipples hard and pointing straight forward.

"This, well, this is going to be the first time I ever let someone touch them, you know, without anything in between," Maria managed to stutter out. "And no one's ever kissed them. Maybe, I think, well, it's only fair for you to..." Maria stared at Mia's covered breasts. "And I'd like to kiss and touch you there as well."
 
Mia had not meant for her cousin to strip off her shirt. She had only meant she wanted to kiss what she'd been able to see, which were the most beautiful, all natural breasts she had ever seen in her life.


"Wait, I--"

But it was too late, and in just a flash, Maria was topless and Mia was drawing a sudden breath of excitement. Oh sure, she had seen her cousin's breasts on many occasions before this. And a couple of times the display had been lengthy enough for Mia to truly appreciate the incredible orbs. But never before had those dramatic breasts been here before her, stripped bare, for her enjoyment and education.

"Maybe, I think," Maria said, glancing to Mia's less developed bosom, "well, it's only fair for you to..."

Mia's eyes widened at the realization that she, too, was going to have to strip away her top. Suddenly, she wished she had been able to stop her cousin from bearing those wonderful orbs.

"And I'd like to kiss and touch you there as well."

That sent yet another chill up Mia's spine. The woman for whom she was very quickly developing before unknown feelings of deep desire and lust wanted to kiss her breasts...? How could that be? She diverted her eyes a moment, glanced at her pitiful foothills, then looked to her cousin's twin peaks. It was, of course, fair. Mia wanted this experience, but ... would not kissing Maria's tits while leaving her own wrapped and hidden only be half an experience?

She looked into Maria's eyes, then giggled nervously. She repositioned herself to her knees, her haunches on her ankles. She unbuttoned the plaid over shirt, setting it aside. She reached to the waist of the tight fitting tank top, hesitated, then pulled it slowly up over her head as well, tossing it onto the other. She hesitated again, looking to Maria before leaning forward and kissing her quickly.

"Don't look yet," Mia demanded. "Close your eyes."

She made her cousin do as she asked, then reached to her back and unsnapped her plain looking bra. She hesitated to allow it to slide away, revealing her petite form.


Mia crossed her arms over her little titties, then hesitantly said, "Okay."
 
Maria closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing. This was...she didn't know what this was. Except amazing. Amazing was a good word. Just a few minutes ago she had been cuddling with her best friend, as they teased each other and enjoyed each other's company.

Then Maria had enjoyed the best kiss she had ever had, and it was with the person she was closer to than anyone else in the world.

Now her she was, topless in front of someone who was making her heart race, because that someone was getting topless for her.

Where did these feelings come from, Maria wondered to herself. Had they been hiding below the surface, just waiting for a Missouri rain to help them spring forth?

Then Mia timidly said "Okay" and Maria opened her eyes, to see Mia completely topless, with her arms crossed over chest. Maria thought she saw just a hint of fear in Mia's eyes, and Maria was going to quell that fear immediately.

"You are so beautiful," Maria said, gently caressing Mia's forearm. "You're like marble and silk, just so soft and so..." Maria shook her head. "I don't have the words for what I want to say. Please let me look?" Maria asked, as she took hold of Mia's wrists to pull her arms away from her breasts.
 
Mia resisted her cousin's gentle tugging for a moment, then -- gaze down -- allowed her arms to be pulled away from her chest. Her nipples -- which in the past had barely hardened, even in cold air or water -- were suddenly so swollen and hard that they literally hurt.

Mia drew a sudden, nervous breath, then giggled with embarrassment. She said with obvious disappointment in her relatively tiny tits, "Not so beautiful, huh?"
 
Maria looked Mia straight in the eyes and said, "I think you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

Releasing her cousin's wrist, Maria lightly placed her hand over one of Mia's breasts, gently caressing it. Looking back up into Mia's eyes, Maria asked, "I know you asked first, but could I...?"
 
Mia drew an excited breath at the feel of her cousin's hand upon her breast. She had tweaked her own nipples in the past, just to see whether it felt good, but it had never been exceptionally pleasurable. Now, though, the feeling at her sensitive nipple caused her to breathing to speed and deepen both, an effect that her cousin could not help but notice.

"I know you asked first," Maria asked, "but could I...?"

Mia nodded her acknowledgment without hesitation. If simply having her nipple touched by soft fingers felt this good, what would it feel like to have her cousin's warm, wet lips upon them...?

Mia reached out with one hand to Maria's cheek, then slipped it slowly toward the back of the girl's neck, gently urging her forward.
 
Maria felt her pulse quicken as her cousin---her lover, she corrected herself excitedly---pulled Maria's head toward the other young woman's breasts. At the same time, Maria gently pushed Mia backwards, so that the other woman was laying on ther back when Maria's lips touched Mia's nipple. Maria lightly sucked on the hardened nub, before opening her mouth wider, to draw as much of Mia's soft flesh into her mouth as she could. Maria released Mia's breast from her mouth with a soft "pop" before circling Mia's nipple with her tongue.

"You have no idea how exciting your body is," Maria whispered hoarsely, not even looking up, as her mouth moved to the other breast to gently nurse at it.
 
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