My knees were slowly improving, the swelling going down. The pain and ache, especially at night, was at times almost unbearable. My parents took turns...massaging them on those nights, rubbing both knees to help relieve the ache. It always helped.Mom was almost 45 then. She stood at just above 5' 2" and was a curvy 120 lbs, with large breasts, wide hips, and slightly thick at the waist. Her wavy brown hair, with a few wisps of grey, was below her shoulders when not in a pony-tail. She was a very. Joy was just now beginning to compose herself. She had been crying when Carol entered the room earlier.?Joy, front and center!? Uncle Ray commanded. Carol turned her head to see Joy waddle across the room. She was wearing six-inch stiletto heeled sandals. More commonly known as ?Fuck Me! Pumps?. Other than that, she was totally naked. And, for the first time Carol noticed that Joy?s tits were huge. Even Carol admired how they wobbled as she walked. ?I hope mine are that nice when I am. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.I adjusted my body slightly to provide Mindy easier access to my breast. Not for a moment did I think of stopping her, nor did the strangeness of what we were doing faze me. It was what my frightened girl needed at that moment. Besides, her mouth did feel very nice.Cuddling the child closer to me, I gently rocked her, crooning wordlessly to soothe her jangled nerves. Soon, Mindy drifted off to sleep, her lips still touching my breast.She started when. We live about 1000 miles away, so we see each other every few years or so, weddings and occasional funeral. We've always had a crush on each other and flirted when no one was looking. We were caught a few times 'flirting' and in a family where humor is crass and frequently embarrassing, we were often called kissing cousins. That probably helped us behave when we were in our teens and twenties but now that we're in our mid thirties, we both have families and calling us 'kissing cousins' would.