My
Honey Cousin: Part 3.

Wine and wanton lusts.

Based on a post by Guzzler
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The sexual tension between Darren and Amy was palpable, and there
was a great chance that she might want to get at it again, during the
day. Maybe it was just best for him to have nothing underneath, he
thought.

Darren steadied himself with some deep breaths and thoughts of
rugby, then he made his way down to the kitchen.

Aunt Lily had made them ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of
potato crisps. A classic lunch he remembered always having here.

As he was watching Lily eat her lunch, he couldn’t help but
to think that those lips, that mouth had tasted his cum just moments
ago! Had she noticed? Did she like his cum?

Most likely, his aunt hadn’t noticed anything different
about the creamy milkshake she swallowed. But just the thought was
still very arousing to Darren.

Farm Chores.

After lunch, aunt Lily proclaimed that it was ‘chore time.’
This was an often occurring event whenever Darren had stayed at their
house, during the years.

It was sort of a farm, anyway; so there were actual chores that
had to be done on it.

Some days she let Amy and Darren roam free; but every once and
again, she made them help out with different chores on the farm.

“Darren, can you repair the old canvas on the shelf in the
barn, and Amy, I need you to feed the chickens and chop some fire
wood;” Lily said.

Some years ago, Lily had shown Darren how to repair and sew in
heavy canvases. It was called sailmaking and used different tools,
like a heavy duty twine and needle and a gadget you had in the palm
of your hand called a sailmaker’s palm; to make it easier to
push the needle through the thick canvas.

Darren had proved to be gifted in this craft; and egged on by his
aunt, he took pride in being good at it. Amy didn’t have the
patience for it, so it kind of became Darren’s ‘thing,’
to repair canvases around the farm.

Darren was happy for the assignment and made his way out to the
barn. He found the old canvas, it was a huge thing, often used to
cover hay stacks during bad weather.

It was also heavy. He sat himself down on some hay bales and
spread out the large canvas over his knees, tools at the ready. It
was probably about 5 x 5 yards, at least.

Sewing was about as masculine a skill as Darren was a rough and
tough guy. But when it was about handling this thick and tough
textile with a big needle and the sailmaker’s palm, he actually
felt a bit more masculine. He felt like a tough sailor on some harbor
dock; doing manly stuff.

The weather was nice, and the air pleasant. He sat in the shade of
the barn and started repairing the corner of it that had begun to
fray.

It was conducive to meditating and time passed as he sat there,
concentrating on his work.

He was so focused that Amy’s sudden presence looking out at
him from the barn door, startled him!

“Hey there, Darren;” she said in a cheerful manner.
She looked beautiful. Amy stepped out into the sunlight. She was
standing there in the afternoon sun, shining through her thin dress.
The silhouette of her bare legs could be seen through the yellow
cotton fabric.

She walked up to him with the posture of someone who has an idea.

”Are you done with that?” she asked; and nodded to the
large canvas spread out over his lap and the hay around him.

“I have a bit left. Have you already done your chores?”

Amy just nodded, with that mischievous smile. She was biting her
bottom lip and obviously wanted to say something more;

“I’ll be just 10 more minutes;” Darren said,
trying to soothe her impatience. He was also curious about what she
had in mind. She wanted something, that much was clear.

Amy was still fidgeting and looking at him with hungry eyes.

He suspected she wanted to suggest something; seductive.

“I’m not happy about mom getting to taste you before I
did, and she got so much more of you even! Now I want you, just for
myself;” Amy said, the last part ending in a deep whisper.
“Spread your legs;” she continued and pulled the canvas
covering Darren’s groin away.

With the needle in one hand and the sailmaker’s palm in the
other, Darren did as he was told. His sweat pants were already
becoming a tent for his rising cock.

Amy was very determined. She yanked Darren’s sweatpants down
and her expression was of a surprised happiness when she noticed he
had chosen not to wear anything under.

His semi swollen cock came into her view.

Darren didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before she
was crouched down between his legs, her face just inches from his
twitching cock.

Darren was frozen in erotic shock! It was happening! He’d
only heard, read, and fantasized about it. But now; he was finally
going to get; a blow job!

Amy looked up and their eyes met. She had a seductive grin.

“Darren!”

His heart sank. He heard aunt Lily calling him!

“Darren! Are you in the barn?”

Her voice was coming closer!

Amy whispered, “I’m not here!” and pulled the
canvas over his lap, hiding herself under it, still crouched between
his legs.

Double Sucking.

Darren tried to play it cool, as aunt Lily came into view at the
barn door. Her big tits swinging under that flimsy shirt as she
moved. Just as with Amy's dress, he could see the contours of her
naked body underneath, against the afternoon sun shining through the
fabric.

She came up to him, “Have you seen Amy?”

Darren felt Amy’s hand gripping on to his thighs. He felt
her breath on his semi swollen cock.

“Uh, no; I don't see her.” he croaked.

“Oh. Good” Lily said. She sounded a bit winded from
the brisk walk to the barn, “I wanted to speak to you alone.”

She sat herself down on the bale of hay Darren was sitting on. He
felt the warmth of her thick thigh against his own, even through the
heavy canvas he had over his lap.

Lily put her hand on Darren’s shoulder and looked him
seriously in the eyes,

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you; to explain;”
she started hesitantly, “You know that I breast feed your
cousin; well, you’ve seen it, twice now.”

Darren sat in awkward silence. He could feel his aunt's body heat
against his side and at the same time, he could feel Amy’s head
between his legs, the warmth of her breath on his aroused cock, under
the canvas. Darren felt like he was trapped!

Aunt Lily took on a more intimate tone, “I don’t want
you to think that we are weird. I know it’s not strictly
unnatural for a mother to still tit feed her grown up daughter. See,
what not many people know is that it’s very healthy and
nutritious. Mother's milk, I mean.”

Darren sat in silence. Aunt Lily’s hand on his shoulder, her
thumb caressing him slowly as she spoke.

“I saw the great benefits of nursing, to help build Amy's
immunities.” Aunt Lily explained. “Plus, it also helped
prevent food allergies. The local hospital refers struggling mothers
to me, when they need a wet nurse.”

He tried to keep his eyes away, but they were drawn like magnets
to her deep luscious cleavage.

“What is unusual, is that I never actually dried up. This
makes me very dependable as a wet nurse. Amy helps me stay producing,
so she's also helping other families have a resource for natural
mother's milk.” Lily was trying her best to gain Darren's
acceptance of her family secret.

Her large tits jiggled every time she moved, they heaved as she
took a breath. It was mesmerizing to see.

Lily went on; “Darren, I love the wonderful contentment that
comes over me when I release milk. It's not a perverted thing, but it
is hard for judgmental people to accept.”

The fact that his cousin Amy was perched between his legs didn’t
make it less sensual. He tried hard to think of rugby, or calculus,
but his body was betraying him. He could feel his cock swelling,
there under the heavy canvas across his lap.

“Amy and I are very affectionate people, and my post-natal
hormones sort of compel me to be openly affectionate and somewhat of
a naturalist. I hope you can accept us as we are, Darren?”

Darren simply nodded, not because he was shy or avoiding Aunt
Lily's topic, but because her daughter is orally engrossed in his
cock right now.

Lily carefully avoided saying anything about how having her
nipples sucked on, gives her some amazing climaxes. But even if she
doesn't fully climax, it's just a matter of a few minutes of frigging
herself alone, and her euphoria is sure to arrive.

“If you want; you can try it;” aunt Lily offered,
looking at him with the most puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. She
was taller than him, but even though she was looking down at him; in
reality, it felt as if she’d exposed her soul to him and he was
now the judge, jury and executioner of her total soul!

Lily knew very well what she was doing. Darren would never cut her
down in such a sensitive moment.

“Okay;” was all that Darren could offer as a retort.
His eyes flailed, trying not to look at aunt Lily’s huge tits
visible there under her loose cotton blouse. Even though that was
what the subject was all about.

Lily’s voice took a more sultry tone, “Lie down;”
she softly pushed Darren’s shoulder, guiding him