Every time she spun on her hands in a cartwheel, her shirt fell back enough for me to catch a slight glance of the lemon sized titties underneath. She...was giving me quite a show, and I think she was aware of it, as she kept her blue eyes glued to mine while she spun upside down. I couldn't believe this. Here I was, a college sophomore, and actually being turned on by my cousin! I must be sick, I thought to myself. Horny as hell was a better deion, because I hadn't had any pussy for several. Then she asked me to stay after school to talk not even about work just about her life and failed relationships. Then at the end of the year on my results day i was late and managed to get my results. She saw me and asked to speak to me in her room. So i did. When i entered she was wearing a tight red skirt black skirt with black stockings and heels. She had full make up on her eyes smokey and sexy. Her redlipstick showing off her gorgious lips. I sat down in the chair opposite her. She began. She stopped, just inside the door, so that as he entered he could not help but run into her. As he did, his midsection pressed up against her butt and he put his arms on her shoulders to keep from falling. He suspected she could feel his cock, which by this time was straining against the boxer briefs under his shorts as he stood literally against her. He leaned down, brushed aside a few strands of fine red hair from her ear, and whispered, “I've always wondered whether the word “juicy” on those. Make dinner, do chores, housework, yard work, whatever. She was a nurturer so she always liked giving my hand massages, back massages, making me dinner or a drink. She just loved doing things for people. Anyway, I was young and naïve at the time and thought we were just friends who liked getting fucked up and doing things together. I figured she was just lonely from not having a husband or many friends and she liked having a man around to help her with stuff around the house and she also liked.