My Honey Cousin: Part 1.

Darren is spending the summer with his cousin and
his aunt, in the country.

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Prologue:

In the countryside of Northeastern
France, lived a young widow and her daughter. Lily was an English
debutante who married the son of a wealthy French family. Her husband
died tragically in a Formula One auto race, leaving the young mother
to raise her two year old daughter, Amy. The deceased husband's
Family trust provided them a farm and stipend. Lily's sister and
brother-in-law have a son, Darren; of nearly the same age, and the
two children spent their summers together on the farm while Darren's
parents operated a seasonal business in a Resort seaside village.
Darren begins the story of how his life changed, from his visits to
Aunt Lily's Farm.

It was that time of year.

My parents ran a restaurant in a very busy summer resort village,
on the eastern sea coast of England. So they always sent me away to
stay with my aunt and cousin in the French countryside during these
busiest months. In my early childhood, I became fluid in speaking
French, as a result of this annual summer immersion.

Mom's sister, Lily; had married into a wealthy French family, but
her Husband died in a tragic accident while competing in a Formula
One auto race. The country estate was left to her use, along with an
annual support from the family trust. The estate was never hers; only
provided for her use.

It used to be great fun and I loved those summer months. My cousin
Amy was a real rascal. A wild girl with sandy blonde hair, always
standing on end and always way too long for her. Her mom (aunt Lily)
often gave her a big fat braid in the mornings, but already by
lunchtime it was just a big tangled ponytail at best. She was totally
wild and always got us into exciting and crazy adventures. And since
I was a couple of years younger than her I always followed along on
her impulsive ideas. Amy was taught at home, and was her mother's
only child.

It got us in trouble a few times. Got us scraped knees and bruises
also. Climbing fences and jumping off outhouse roofs, and such.

The County Wet Nurse.

I loved aunt Lily! She was the epitome of a nurturing wholesome
country mother! Always had her light brown hair in a large loose knot
with strands of hair forever needing to be blown from her face with
her classic side blow she’d learned to master over the years.

She had huge tits and was very curvy and it was a great feeling to
be hugged by her, and she was generous with hugs. Partly because Amy
and I often came in crying because we hurt ourselves on some fence,
or stubbed our toes on a rock, or something.

I particularly remember one time; when I was very much younger,
and had scraped my knee, or something; and aunt Lily sat me in her
lap and tried to console me to quench my crying. But I just cried and
cried with my head in her chest. Suddenly I felt her nipple in my
mouth and she pressed my head to her very full teet!

My crying stopped and all I could muster was a muffled surprise.
As I recall, moments later I felt a squirt of very sweet milk! By
pure reflex I swallowed and that mouth movement gave just the right
suction to send me another squirt of her milk!

It was a bit weird but so soothing. I don’t remember how
long this continued but I fell asleep there in her lap latched onto
auntie's teet.

It never happened again, and we never talked about it. I just kept
it in the back of my mind, as a nice, comforting memory.

It seems Aunt Lily had continued to nurse cousin Amy until she
started primary school; then helped a few other moms who needed a wet
nurse, for one reason or another.

Pubescent Changes.

This summer tradition started about 15 years ago, and ended about
5 years ago.

For some reason, this year I was ordered to resume the visit, as a
requisite for my financial support at a Cambridge Uni.

But this summer I wasn’t as keen to go stay with Amy and
Lily over the summer. The Last summer I was there, which was about 5
years ago, Amy was different. I guess she had grown or something.
Apart from the obvious;her boobs growing out and her waist and hips
getting curvier, and such. She was very stand-offish towards me. She
tried, a little, to be fun and welcoming; but it was clear that I was
not of interest and mostly just in the way. I was a 13 year old
pre-pubisent boy, and Amy was a moody 15 year old self-declared
woman.

One time I ran into the bathroom and, by mistake, surprised Amy in
there, half naked. She got really aggressive and yelled me out of
there at some volume. What a bitch!

So the greater part of summer was spent watching TV and hanging
around aunt Lily. She of course did her best to make me have a good
time, playing cards or making me snacks. But I felt kind of alone all
summer while my cousin Amy just was ‘out’, or up in her
room all day.

These past four years I've been enrolled in a boarding school.
I've got no idea how my parents afforded it, But now I'm
college-qualified.

A Pleasing Reception.

So it was with a heavy heart I made the boat and train trip, out
to the eastern France countryside, this summer. I'm 18 now, and
shouldn’t have to stay with aunt Lily and my cousin over the
summer. I felt like I was too old to be watched after. Why couldn’t
my parents just leave me to tend for myself at home instead?
Hopefully Amy had grown out of that mood she was in, years ago. We
were both more mature now, I hoped.

But already, as I got off the train, I was pleasantly surprised.
As I stepped onto the platform I saw aunt Lily over there by the
station house. I couldn’t see Amy anywhere but was suddenly
attacked by her giving me a strong hug and a wet kiss on the lips!

”So great to see you again, Darren! We’ll have a great
summer;” she exclaimed, and gave me another wet kiss on the
lips!

Amy had grown even more since the last four summers, and so have
I. So she was as tall as me, and bigger in delightful ways. I had
already felt her firm tits against my chest. And now that she was
hanging on to me with an arm around my neck. I also felt the weight
of her curvy body. She was wearing a pair of very short jean shorts,
red sneakers and a tight tank top that showed the sides of her
bra-less boobs, as well as some cleavage. She looked a little younger
than her 20 years of age. But she looked so hot!

Aunt Lily had probably fixed Amy’s hair just before they
came to pick me up, so she still had a thick sandy blonde braid in
functioning order.

Together, we finally made it to aunt Lily who had been standing
over by the station house. Lily is quite tall for a woman, and
stately in her 40-year-old classic tall buxom body.

Auntie Lily was in a light cotton summer dress. It's low-cut
bodice was held in place by two very thin straps, so that her tits
were half exposed and without the constraints of a brassiere. Lily's
nipples added a finishing accent to the contour of her sundress
bodice.

I got one of those beautiful auntie hugs from her. It feels like
being enveloped by the ultimate mother. A long, deep hug. My face
pressed against her abundant bosom; was exactly what I needed, to
feel as welcome as I hoped to be. Auntie's thin, yellow summer dress
was the only thing that covered those lovely mammary mounds, under
there. After the full body hug with Aunt Lily, Darren noticed her
nipples now fully tented her bodice. The hardened full nipples were
so erect and protruding that the rounded nature of her tits was
changed so as to resemble a wide two-pole pup tent.

More kisses and they both were telling me how great it was to see
me again, before we scuttled into the front seat of aunt Lily’s
new 1962 pickup truck, and we headed off to their house in the
country. The truck had a column shift, so my legs could move freely
without getting bruised by the stick shift in the middle of the
floorboard.

I enjoyed my view of tits on both sides of my middle of the bench
seat.

During the ride it, was hard to keep my eyes off of both Lily’s
and Amy’s cleavages. Every time I saw an upcoming bump in the
road my eyes involuntarily moved to Lily’s cleavage. Amy was
also busty, but nowhere near as top-heavy and pendulous as aunt Lily.

I think Amy might have noticed, because many times; just as my
eyes were turning to auntie’s swinging pendulums, she would say
something to grab my attention. Also she was often adjusting her
seat-belt, or tucking un her tight shirt, so her boobs were extra
accentuated under her tight, low-cut tank top. Only two thin
spaghetti straps were tasked with restraining Amy's firm tetons.

Towards the last third of the drive, she had already reached over
and taken my hand to hers. She'd been holding my hand for a long
while and had it clasped with mine. Holding it, the back of my hand
was pressed against her crotch. It gave me something else to focus on
than auntie’s bouncing boobs. With every bump my hand kind of
pressed against her jean shorts. I couldn’t tell if it was her
pushing my hand down or if it was just the motion of the bumps.

Finally at the farmhouse, Lily began preparing dinner. Amy and I
chatted it up. She was very cheery and happy, it seemed. Totally
different from the summer 5 years ago.<