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Story codes: fm, first, anal, inc, minor


Kissing Cousins
by A. Geerling

Devin, my cousin, was 11 when we started fucking, and I was a much
older 13, full of knowledge and experience, or so I liked to think.
Before that summer, we neither of us knew each other well. I lived
in California, he in Illinois, and we were in Colorado, so we had
no other friends around, which turned out to be a very good thing.
At my grandparents house for the summer, both of us away from our
parents and immediate supervision, we spent long aimless days
together on the lake or in the wide yard around the house, playing
random games and scenarios. Devin liked war and adventure games,
which I didn't mind, but I grew tired of them quickly.

It started after we had just finished lunch and were walking by the
lake. The game Devin had had us playing all morning had worn out,
and we were bored. By a stroke of perversity, I decided that I would
make the next game and I took him hostage. I explained while twisting
his arm that he could not escape and had to do what I said until I
tortured the secret information out of him; he swore he would never
tell. So I brought him back to the house, hands held behind him, and
took him to the basement where the TV room was. The house was usually
quiet. Our grandmother was upstairs, but she was busy with her books
and puzzles and wouldn't disturb our interrogations.

I put Devin in the lounge chair and tied his hands with a jump-rope
from the closet.

"You'd better talk," I said, "or I'm not responsible for what
will happen."

"You don't scare me! Bring it on, if you've got the guts!"

"Fine." So I gave him Indian burn and scratched and pinched him
all over. I even made him bleed a little, but not so that he was
really hurt. He struggled and laughed, so I started tickling him,
and that almost broke him, so I really gave it a go.
	
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he howled. I stopped.
	
"Well?"
	
"Uh, I lied." He thought I was going to tickle him again, but I
was enjoying myself, and feeling perverse I said, "Well then,
I'll just have to take your clothes off!"
	
I pulled his shirt over his head and then his shoes and socks. He
kicked some but didn't put up too much of a fight. Then I undid
his shorts. We both stopped and looked at each other, checking,
I guess, if it was really okay. He looked nervous and it made me
feel cruel, so I pulled them right down with his underpants. His
dick was hard and sticking straight up like a flagpole. It swung
around as he squirmed. I laughed to see it: it was my first time
to see one.
	
"Okay, now you come with me!" I said, and I dragged him up by
his bound hands and pulled him to the downstairs bathroom, which
was big and carpeted except for around the bathtub and shower.
"Maybe this will make you talk." I pushed him down on the toilet
and took his dick hard in one hand. I didn't really have any plan
or idea, so first I squeezed it really hard, and then I batted it
around. Devin's face was flushed red with embarrassment and pain.
I thought about biting it, but I thought better when I looked at
him. So I turned him over on the toilet seat so he leaned against
it and his butt stuck out.
	
"Eew! Your butt stinks! You need to be cleaned." I squirted some
liquid soap in his crack and used one finger to smear it around.
It was my first time to see someone's butt up close, too. When I
was young I always thought of the butt as a big crack that opened
up or something. Seeing Devin's, I was fascinated by how it all
really looked. I smeared the soap up and down the length of his
crack, exploring the wrinkles and his puckered anus, and down to
his bare hanging scrotum.
	
"Wait," he said, "go back up. There. That feels good." He moaned
a little as I rubbed all around his hole and even slipped my finger
in a ways. The soap was getting sticky so I put another squirt on.
As I rubbed, my finger slipped right into his relaxing butthole and
he started squirming. I took it out and sniffed at it; it smelled
like soap. There was no brown on it. I thought that was weird. I put
my finger back in.
	
"What does it feel like? Does it feel good?" He nodded and told me
to keep going. I put my finger in all the way in him and another and
wriggled them about inside him. He started really moving and moaning
then. My fingers were getting sore when I got another idea.
	
"Wait here," I told him and I ran upstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed
a zucchini from the fridge, stopping to see how many fingers big it
was: about 3. I brought it back downstairs to the bathroom. I rubbed
soap all over the smooth end and slowly fitted it into his ass. He
sighed an "Aah!" as it went in. I took my hand away and watched it
jutting from him. It started to slide out. I stopped it and pushed it
back. When I took my hand away again it started to come out again, we
pushed it in and out for awhile. I started working it myself, firmly,
steadily, and Devin started grunting and pushing to meet my thrusts.
His breath came shorter and harder and he started make sharp thrusts
with his ass. "It feels, it feels... so good, good... oh!" And he
gasped and grunted and squeezed hard against the vegetable as he came.
Of course neither of us really knew much about that, but I could see
what was happening. He didn't ejaculate yet, but it was still obvious
what he was feeling.
	
I was feeling hot and flushed with that excited energy. Between my
legs the heat was strong and pulsing. I knew that delicious feeling,
knew that my pussy was wet - I had spent nights playing with myself
in bed, although I had never come. I wanted to play with myself then,
too, so keeping the zucchini going in Devin's clenching butt, I
reached into my shorts and underwear and started fingering my wet pussy.
My fingers slid right in and I stifled a short cry. It felt so good,
like my insides were melting all gooey around my fingers. I watched
the green jutting zucchini slide in and out of Devin's ass and matched
my fingers so we were in time together. Devin was giving short gasps
with each thrust and I thought he might be crying, but I didn't care
anymore about that, I just wanted the good feeling to go on and on.
The feeling grew stronger and stronger until it was like a dam burst,
exploding inside as I came for the first time. Devin came again, too,
working his butthole around the zucchini and moaning and whimpering.
	
I collapsed on the toilet floor, pulling out the zucchini as I fell.
We both lay panting and sweaty for awhile. We couldn't move or talk
at all. Eventually I looked at the zucchini, wondering if it would be
all brown, but it was clean except for some mucous and the soap. I got
up and washed my hands and the zucchini. Devin was very quiet.
	
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He just nodded, yes. I went out and
got him his clothes and he got dressed. We didn't talk or play the
rest of the day.
	
I couldn't stop thinking about it, though. It felt so good, so amazing,
I had thought I was going to die, and I was glad because I was going to
heaven. I wanted to feel it again. I didn't touch myself, though it was
difficult. Was it wrong to feel so good? I wondered. Why had no one told
me about it before? I knew about where babies came from and all that,
and I thought it was gross and weird, because I had no idea it would
feel like that.
	
That night I lay awake in bed. I wondered if Devin was really okay, if
he might tell someone, if he was angry at me or something. But before
I could go to sleep, a light knocking came at my door. I turned on the
bedside lamp and went over to answer it. It was Devin in his pajamas.
He came in without saying anything and sat on the bed.
	
"You okay?" I asked.
	
"Yeah. You?"
	
"I can't stop thinking about it."
	
"Me too." I sat next to him and we didn't say anything for a minute.
Then:
	
"I wanna do it some more." We both said it at the same time. He
took off his pjs and stood naked, his penis stiff and nervous. I
took off my sleep-shirt and my panties. My breasts were just budding,
mostly in the nipples, so I was pretty flat-chested. I had some
pubic hair coming in and Devin looked at me with interest.
	
"Come on," I said and we climbed on the bed and turned out the light.
We touched each other all over, examining and smelling and rubbing.
When I got to his dick I gently rubbed it all over, but I still wasn't
sure what to do with it. His balls were interesting, too, so I played
with them for a while. Finally I started kissing it, and he said that
felt good, so I started licking, too. I didn't want to put it in my
mouth, but I put the tip in and sucked with my lips. He liked that. I
liked it when he rubbed my thighs and ass, but it tickled when he tried
to kiss my pussy, so we didn't get to that until later. I told him to
stick his finger in, and he put it in me and made me moan. It was so
strange to have someone touching me there that I almost made him stop,
but it also was really exciting and it did feel good. After some time
he started poking at my butt. His finger was wet from my pussy and it
went in.
	
"It's weird," I said.
	
"I know, but it feels good, doesn't it?"
	
"I guess." And it did in a weird way.
	
We decided to do it. He lay on his back and I squatted over him so we
could guide his dick in better. I lowered myself and I felt him pressing
into my delicate flesh, sharp and hot. Maneuvering, I found the right place
and he was in me. He wasn't that big and it didn't hurt at all the
way some girls say. Maybe I didn't have a hymen or it was already
broken or something. He squirmed under me and I rocked around, trying
to see what was good. I tried bouncing and leaning forward over him to
thrust with my hips, but it was all quite awkward and he kept slipping
out. We were both embarrassed and I even thought about giving up, but
we rolled over and once he got on top it was a lot easier and better.
It didn't feel that good, not like before: I didn't feel much at all
at first. But Devin felt great and he didn't want to stop. He fucked
into me with great gusto until he started coming and then he gave short
thrusts while moaning, "oh! oh!" into my ear. Then he would pause and
go again. He couldn't ejaculate yet, so he didn't get soft but kept
coming and coming. And after awhile, I started to get that feeling again.
It started very slow, small, but it came on faster and faster and I
started moving to make it feel even better. I lifted my legs up and
grabbed onto him, then I met Devin's thrusts with twists and bucks
of my own. When I squeezed, like to stop peeing, then it felt even
better for us both. Fire and water rushed together in me. I came, and
it was like thunder in me, it felt so good. I cooled down, but then it
built back up again, higher and higher. We both kept coming and coming
until we were exhausted, and even then we couldn't stop. We lay there
and got our breath, and then he would start a little, and then I would
start rocking my hips to meet him and squeezing, and then we would both
go over together, straining and gasping, until we collapsed and rested
again. I looked over at the electric clock and it said 3:03, but I
didn't even know what that meant anymore. Eventually we were too
tired and we fell asleep with him still hard in me.
	
I didn't sleep well; I kept waking up. We were both naked sleeping
together, and I couldn't relax, but I couldn't move much either. I
got up at 6 and went to the bathroom. My pussy was really sore and swollen.
It hurt to touch, and I thought how stupid it was that we did all that, or
I thought it must be some kind of dream. But when I got back to my room
Devin was still there sleeping. I went and woke him up.
	
"Devin, you better go back to your room or Gramma will be worried." I
couldn't wake him up. His dick was still stiff, so I put it in my mouth
and licked it around. He started moaning and woke up fast. "Come on, you
have to go back to your room." I helped him get up and went back with him.
He got in bed, but before I left he said, "Hey, let me see your pussy. I
never did see it." It had all been dark. I lifted my shirt and pulled
down my panties. He looked and blushed. I did, too. I wanted to fuck again,
even though it hurt. I went back to my room.
	
After that, we both said that we should never talk about it again, and we
should definitely never do it again. It was wrong, we decided, and boy,
would grandmother and our parents be pissed if they knew what we did! Well,
we said all that, but then in the end, we did it again anyway. We did it a
lot that summer, and when we met again the next year, we started on the very
first day, almost as soon as we were alone together. He ate my pussy, I
sucked his dick. He fucked my ass, I fucked his. And of course, we screwed
in every position we could think of: we had a competition to see who could
find the best ones.
	
When he ejaculated for the first time, it was in my pussy, and when that
happened I got really scared, because I had started having my periods. But
I didn't get pregnant. I wouldn't let him fuck my pussy anymore after that.
But we did it in my ass a lot more. Unfortunately, after he started
ejaculating, his dick wouldn't stay hard like before. We got him to stay hard
and coming for five times once, but he really started hurting and had to stop.
I know he was really disappointed when that happened.
	
The summer when he was fifteen and I was just seventeen, we broke up. I
had a boyfriend back home and he had a girlfriend, although she wouldn't
let him fuck her, and it just didn't feel right between us anymore. When
we stopped having sex, there wasn't much else we had to talk about and
we stopped hanging out. In retrospect, I'm amazed it went on as long
as it did.
	
But I learned a great lesson from that: when you're in a relationship,
it's important to be with someone who you can do other things with besides
just fucking. Because it does get boring after awhile. When you're not thirteen.
	
I just saw Devin again last week at a family reunion, which made me
think to write all this. He's going to college this year. We looked
at each other like total strangers and barely said anything to each other.
I did catch his eye and there was a glimmer there, but when I went
upstairs to the guest room he didn't follow me. It's just as well,
I guess. But I do remember what it was like when we were that age.
And how things have changed.

The End