COUSIN SYDNEY (f/futa)

Story by misfit446

Here's a story I'm planning for three or so chaps. Got the outline already done. Hope you enjoy but warnings will change. Hee hee. Enjoy!

COUSIN SYDNEY

“Come on honey, we’ve got to get going. Your father wants to get to Uncle Joe’s before dark,” Harriet Connors yelled up the stairs.

Allie rolled her eyes as three fingers were still buried deep into her burning pussy, frothing her juices into a bubbly mess. ‘Dammit, I was so close,’ she thought and sighed, pulling her digits out. With a frustrated growl, she left the bed. Walking to the bathroom she licked her fingers clean of her oily lotion and started the shower.

The drive was boring. The stops for gas and food were boring. The magazines and books she brought were boring. Hell, the songs on her ipod were boring. Allie knew she was in a snit because she didn’t get off that day.

Five hours into the trip the air conditioning failed. Windows went down and hot wind blew everything to a tangled mess. Being fifteen, she wasn’t too excited to be visiting her cousins. She hadn’t seen them in ages and didn’t even remember what they looked like.

Her little brother Chuck at twelve was clueless about life and took everything with ease. Though they didn’t really fight much, being in different circles and all, she didn’t like the looks she got from him when they swam in the backyard pool. She knew the little shit was peeking at her generous tits. Hell, she caught her Dad looking too. With D cups on her tiny frame, anyone would look. When others did stare, she felt a tickle between her legs. But when her family did it, it creeped her out. And now she was going to spend almost a month with more family. Uncle Joe and her aunt Fran, cousins Jim, Dave and Sydney.

‘What would they think of her tits?’ she thought. Fretting a bit she didn’t realize they had approached the property until she saw the double wide trailer and a pack of dogs running toward the slowing vehicle.

“We’re here kids,” her mother called out.

“Cool,” Chuck gushed. Allie growled softly.

Buxom Aunt Fran came out in a dress shirt tied about her midriff, exposing her slight paunch and some big ass cleavage. Allie actually felt small next to her. She had an skintight shorts, sporting serious camel toe. Allie checked her own loose shorts and sighed.

Uncle Joe came out in all his portly glory. Beer seemed to be a familiar food group for him. Behind him came a tall, skinny guy in shorts and flipflops, no shirt, baring his bony chest and skinny build.

Looking about Allie wanted to see Sydney but she didn’t show. With a growl, she got out with the rest of the family, trying to hunch over to minimize her chest size. Many hugs and kisses passed about. Aunt Fran’s tits felt huge pressing against her own now modest bosom.

The men got the bags off the roof of the station wagon and lugged them into the cool place. Dusty and hot outside, it was surprisingly clean and air conditioned inside. Her family sighed at the cool, dry air.

“You guys look great,” Aunt Fran gushed.

“Where’s Sydney?” Allie asked.

“Oh,” Aunt Fran said with disdain, “she’s riding around with her boyfriend Homer right now.”

“He’s a no good . . . .” Uncle Joe started.

“ . . . now Joe, you hush,” his wife interrupted. “You all must be thirsty so I made some iced tea. How about it kids?”

“Yeah,” Chuck shouted and ran to the kitchen. I sighed and followed. Aunt Fran put an arm about my shoulders.

“You’ve filled out mighty good there Allie.”

“Um, thanks,” she said, embarassedly.

“Us Connor women always fill out nicely. Don’t be so sorry for it. It’ll land you a good man.”

Allie laughed inside her head. ‘Uncle Joe? A good man? He’s a fat fuck with no job!’

Everyone was poured a healthy glass of sweetened iced tea and sat around the kitchen table.

“So how was the trip?” Uncle Joe asked.

“Well, we lost the air conditioning a couple of hours back.”

“Oh, that’s too bad Harriet,” Aunt Fran offered. “This must feel like heaven now.”

“It does Fran. Thanks so much for letting us visit.”

“Us Connors have to stick together. Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

With that, the group got up. Harriet and her husband Tom would take the living room with the fold out bed. Chuck got a cot with cousin Dave. Tim was away at college.

“Where’s Sydney’s room?” Allie asked.

“Oh, she’s got that old Silver Stream out back. You’ll be bunkin’ with her,” Aunt Fran said, pointing.

Allie looked out the window at the aluminum trailer twenty feet from the double wide.

“Oh.”

“David, take over Allie’s bags.”

“I can do it. I-it’s okay.”

“Nonsense. David, do it now!”

David grabbed my suitcase and soft bag and hauled them over.

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