My Cousin Julia Or The Summer Of Awakening (Part Two)
The following morning, we had breakfast around 8 a.m., after which my parents and I packed our things for leaving. As I was doing my final planning for our trip, I realized I had forgotten my wristwatch in Julia's room the day before, after my aunt told me to prepare my bedroom. I knew exactly where my watch was. So, I went to Julia's room, knocked on her door and asked her to let me in to pick it up. But she didn't answer. So, I carefully opened the door and realized she was not in her room. I finally found what I had forgotten and was ready to go, when I saw some clothes on her floor. Easy to see, among others there was the white short dress with blue flowers and green leaves she had worn the day before. Suddenly, my heart began beating faster and faster, because I realized that I indeed entered the deepest privacy of my cousin Julia. The next moment I got a fright when I saw a white piece of underwear, because I knew it had to be hers, although I had never seen Julia wearing them directly. But there was no doubt that those underclothes on the floor were not those she had worn the day before, when she was letting out all those unforgettable farts. I really began to tremble as I knew I had a chance to check out sniffing them. I picked up her underpants, looked inside and noticed a huge medium brown colored stain over the whole part where her butt-cheeks had to be placed, which reached through her v***** area up to the part where traces of urine could be expected. On the v***** area, there were also some slight, but clear white traces with some yellow traces above. Except at the top edges, the remaining regions were beige stained. Her underpants looked like she didn't know how to wipe herself after the toilet. Doubtlessly, she wiped in the "wrong" direction. Slowly and automatically, I put that cotton area up to my nose to take a slight deep becoming whiff. What I inhaled was almost improbable. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced: THE ULTIMATE HEAVEN. I was not capable of describing it in words, but I knew it was a combination of heavy musty sweat filling with traces of old s*** after – supposedly careless – wiping. They smelled like she had worn them for days over many days without changing them and without showering herself. Immediately, I got an erection. But I didn't have a chance to satisfy that huge desire. Therefore, I finally put that part of cotton named Julia's panties into the pocket of my backpack, while thinking that I could hardly wait to come home sniffing them extensively.
Subsequently, I went out of Julia's room down to the house lobby where my parents were waiting for me to tell me that we three had to leave now. My aunt went outside in the garden and called her daughter, "Julia, they gotta go. C'mon!" Julia ran out of the garden into the house to the lobby to be part of the decent host family who played the role of the warm goodbye committee telling me and my parents, "It was a great pleasure for us to have welcomed you three. Bon voyage and we are looking forward to you coming to visit us again!" On that morning, when Julia was the well-mannered host daughter standing in the lobby, she wore a short skinny jean with a light green T-shirt while her hair was open. I wanted her to be the last one I said goodbye to. When I squeezed my aunt for goodbye, I noticed Julia staring at me. When she noticed that I noticed her staring at me – How confusing, wasn't it? – she abruptly looked somewhere else as if she had felt like being caught. When it was my turn to squeeze Julia for goodbye, her hair had a freshly showered fragrance. When she smiled at me, it looked as if she was trying to hide her laughing or her crying, which I couldn't recognize. It all went so fast and my heart was beating like crazy while I was overwhelmed by her and thinking of what I got in my backpack from her. Around 9:30 a.m., me and my parents left for home.
When we had finally arrived at home again, I ran into my room, locked the door and even pulled down the curtain to be on the safe side. Then I grabbed into my backpack while my heart was going to explode, opened my jeans, laid down on my bed and started doing what REALLY had to be done. I put my nose toward that alluring Julia-raped victim of cotton, into that darkest part of her panties and inhaled so slowly as I feared the elegance I savored would break immediately. But the essence was so unbelievably strong that I could not resist masturbating and my o***** came nearly thirty seconds later. Never before and later, my e********** came faster than that time. Subsequently, I needed to start jerking off again. I repeated that process several times more the following night. It felt so necessary like sleeping, drinking and eating. I imagined her tender face, her round voice, her lips which always tended to start laughing, the exhalation of her fruitily tart and sometimes eggy bad breath in the middle of the day, when we were close face to face, her whole body in different situations, captured on my mind and on several pics, I collected, and the redolence of her intestinal gasses. But in all situations, I was enjoying the enveloping spell of HER scents additionally by caressing that cotton with my nose. From that moment on, my yearning was exclusively focused on Julia. However, since she was my cousin, I neither expected me to talk to her about my feelings nor did I ask her, what she might feel like. What would both our parents think if I...? Despite our relation, I noticed and realized every conceivable trait from her. Whenever I met Julia, I collected all particles of her charisma and learned to know how I literally soaked up everything she gave, with all my senses, waiting for a moment when I had an opportunity to enjoy at least my imagination of her.
In the ensuing years after 2003, it still happened that Julia let herself go from time to time with pleasure or even celebrating. Occasionally, it became clear that she even possessed longing, obsessive traits, as she got into her frivolously uncouth "yoga position" on almost each occasion with unmistakable anticipation in her facial expression: straight back and hard floor sufficient, regardless of whether she was on a swimming or winter holiday with her ski equipment still on. In 2005, it even went so far that Julia misused the air pump of her bike, because she was determined to hear and feel the interaction of the wooden floor with her body and her new jeans. Nobody could ever have imagined that as a girl, Julia liked to play an air balloon, and so persistently explored all achievable variations of sounds and scents through improvising and sounding out as far as possible, which seemed to be comfortable to her.
But now, she is basically a very well-behaved, attractive young woman. At least outwardly and in public – also in my presence – she is now quite decent. Unfortunately, I can no longer say how she behaves when she is alone. Even now, Julia is still my main fantasy and the temple of my desire. I still crave Julia above all else and will continue to do so, because she was, is and will remain the most important projection screen of my secret perversions.