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First Cousin
Supposedly, this is a true story. I make no judgments on
that: I'm simply telling you, as it was told to me. It SOUNDS
real anyway; unlike so many so-called "first-time" stories. The
frustrations we all knew as we struggled to get our first sex are
all here. In any case, it makes a good story, whether true or
not. At least I enjoyed reading it.
----------------------------------------------------
Well, I suppose a bit of background is required first. I am
male, 26 years old. I am kinda weak and weedy looking, with
brown eyes and dark hair. I have been mistaken as anorexic, and
I am pale, due to an incurable illness I suffer from. I think I
looked browner (from the sun) back in my childhood, and generally
healthier. I have a sister who is 5 years younger than me, and
she also has brown eyes, brown hair (lighter than mine) and she's
quite pretty . . . I love her very much - as a brother of course!
I was the eldest child of my generation of my family. My
mother and her 3 sisters, all stayed in touch; and there were
frequent family get-togethers at my grandparents' house at
Christmas and important family events like marriages, etc. I was
an intelligent child I am told. (Apparently I taught myself to
read by age 5 with only a little help and a full set of
encyclopedias.) When the first of my cousins was born, I was 3;
and when my sister was born I was 5 . . . and from the age of
about 8 I was expected to keep the kids in line at our family
gatherings. It was awkward; but had to be done. Though I
disliked it, I often found myself from 10 years and older
babysitting my sister. Nothing happened between us however until
after Vicky.
I was 12 and a half years old, and it was summer holidays,
when my mother announced her old friend Mary would be bringing
her family to stay for a week or two. At first I looked forward
to it, then I found out she would be bringing her daughter Vicky
and son Matthew. I assumed then that I would have to look after
them, in addition to my sister, whilst our parents had a reunion.
Not my idea of a holiday, and definitely not about to be fun for
me I thought (how wrong I was). I sat for hours trying to figure
out some way of avoiding having to look after the kids while
everyone else had a good time but I couldn't think of a single
one. A couple of days before they arrived I more or less
resigned myself to one-two weeks of sheer hell, and began to try
to find any advantages. I did reason that I could skip washing
up after dinner, as Vicky sounded old enough to do that . . . but
then I'd be left with the kids. So no real benefits.
1
Well the day dawned all sunny and bright, perfect weather
for going to the beach and swimming or whatever. I got up in a
foul mood however; and basically behaved badly all morning until
my father told me to grow up, and that I'd better not ruin the
next two weeks and other things like that.
So I just sulked, until at around 11 AM my sister announced
a car was pulling up outside. After a period of door slamming
and muffled shouts, the two families greeted each other on the
doorstep. I was called downstairs to be introduced by my father
who looked at me as if to say, "There'd better be no trouble from
YOU, or else," before my mother introduced me. After shaking
hands with Mary's husband (who's name I STILL can't remember) and
kissing 'Aunt' Mary on the cheek (we had to call her Aunt even
though she wasn't really), I was introduced to Vicky. She was
about my height and age. She had shoulder length blonde hair,and
blue eyes . . . I thought her very pretty, but not quite as
pretty as my 6 year old sister . . . close though. (I barely
noticed 5 year old Matthew but then he wasn't interested in me,
and my sister dragged him upstairs to show him where the toys
were.)
I had just said, "Hi," when something my mother said got my
attention.
". . . and David, you will do what Vicky tells you OK?
Don't argue, and make sure you help her with the younger kids."
I sort of stood there in shock for a second . . . for a
second I thought, "YES!" but then I realized I wasn't in charge!
It's kinda silly now, but to me at 12 it seemed so important, and
doubly so once I'd convinced myself I wasn't going to wash up
after dinner. Now this . . . this GIRL was in charge. I tried
to argue, but that made things worse; and I'd pushed my luck
earlier, so I dropped the whole matter; especially when my father
looked as if he was going to say something. That first day
seemed horrendous. I was fetching and carrying for her and she
found a hundred and one things that I had to do or my father
would ask me, "Why don't you just do as you are told?" and reach
for a belt or something . . . not that he ever had to use it.
The sleeping arrangements were as bad. Mary and her husband
took over my room and I HATED that. (I'm a person who needs
privacy now and then.) All of us were crammed into my sister's
room. The younger kids went to bed at 6 PM. I went at 9 PM. I
found out that because of the 2 or 3 months that Vicky was older
by she got an extra hour to stay up (which again seemed extremely
unfair to me). I went to sleep that night in an appallingly foul
mood. I started the next day with one also, because Vicky told
me to make the beds and tidy my sister's room when we got up.
She had to handle the 2 other kids though, so maybe that wasn't
the worst end of the deal . . . .
That day we all went out to a local castle/stately-home and
wandered around gawping at the battlements and such, and it was
late when we got home; so we all went to bed.
Next morning, the younger kids woke up at 5 AM as per usual.
The adults didn't usually get up until midday; so to avoid waking
them Vicky decided our siblings had to go downstairs and play.
She then said I had to stay upstairs; so I assumed I was making
up the beds again.
2
I turned toward the beds and started to make them when the
door closed . . . and jumped when Vicky said "Stop that for a
minute . . . I want you to do something for me."
I turned round and in the dim light I saw her move from the
door towards me. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.
I honestly cannot remember what she said. I can remember
looking at her in the dim light (the curtains were still closed)
and as I write this I can see her taking off her pink nightie.
She looked gorgeous standing there. Her breasts just beginning
to develop; just bumps really . . . but they looked delicious to
me. I looked down her tummy to between her legs, and saw her
pussy slit . . . I seem to recall it was slightly red and puffy.
Thinking about it, I couldn't have noticed that until later, but
it was perfect to me, and is fixed in my mind as being red and
puffy and slightly wet looking. Her legs were perfectly formed
(not that I noticed much of them). I remember she said "Get
undressed" but I was in a trance so she said it slightly louder,
and added the words, "Or I'll scream."
I then disrobed so quickly I tore two buttons of my pyjama
top and ripped a hole in the bottom half. Which I proceeded to
almost fall over, because my foot got stuck in the hole. Vicky
giggled and then I did too.
We stood for a short time, looking at each other and for
some reason we didn't feel embarrassed (which puzzles me to this
day; but who cares?).
She moved again and pulled me over to the bed, which she got
into, and was soon followed by me. You'll have to forgive me for
this next part of the story. It may appear a bit jumbled as I
write it down.
I remember her explaining she wanted to try something, she
said something else which I don't recall; as she was stroking my
cock gently at the time. She said I could touch her so I started
to stroke her pussy gently with my fingers. At this stage she
was on her right side facing me, and using her left hand to feel
my cock and balls. I was using my right hand to stroke her
pussy; we were both getting hot; and our breathing was getting
faster.
She said after a while (two or three minutes? It could have
been longer . . .) that she'd read about something else that was
even better. Now I'd recently had sort of preliminary sex
education at school. So I had a fair idea of what she was
getting at.
She lay on her back and opened her legs as far as the
bedcovers would allow her (it was only a single bed) and I got on
top of her and started rubbing my cock up and down along her
pussy slit. That first contact was so good. Even though it
wasn't full sex it felt a million times better than just feeling
each other. After a while we were both very aroused. (Yes both
of us, at 12 years of age.)
It was then Vicky spoke again. "I want you to put it in and
fuck me."
3
Now was this a fantasy, I would say we spent all morning
screwing; only getting dressed just before our parents got up.
Or that we did it all morning until caught when our families all
joined in. What actually happened is this, as near as I can
remember the conversation.
Vicky: "Do it. Don't you like it?"
Me: "Yes but . . . ."
Vicky: "Don't you like . . . ME? I thought . . . you liked
me. I thought you'd want to."
Me: "No I want to! . . . I like you! but what if you . . .
got . . . pregnant? and it hurts first . . . time doesn't it?"
(I carried on rubbing my cock on her pussy while we talked and
while she thought)
Vicky: "Well . . . ooh! . . . maybe we'd better not then"
(sounding very breathless and a little bit disappointed)
Me: "Well I can't get you pregnant yet. I suppose we . . .
ah! . . . we could . . . "
Vicky: "No I . . . don't . . . oh! oh! OH!"
ME: "OOOH! VICKY!"
(Whole thing becomes pointless here, because we managed to
cum together)
Now THAT, I DO remember. I have never experienced a feeling
that good before or since. It wasn't merely good. Good doesn't
come close to describing it. I didn't cover her in sperm because
I couldn't (not for another month or so). We lay like that for
another 10 or 15 minutes before Vicky nudged me.
"Wow thank you! That was cool . . . I bet sex can't be any
better." Whether she actually said "cool" I can't remember; but
the second part I can remember clearly.
I was still too stunned to speak. I mean I'd masturbated
from as early as I could remember, but it never ever felt as good
as that! I remember wondering if I could live through that more
than once. Well, once a day maybe. Not that I'd be able to say
no, if Vicky asked me to do it again. I looked at her face and
she asked me if I wanted to try something else she'd read about.
I was ready again before she could finish. She felt my cock
get hard against her, and grinned; then she turned onto her
front. I was totally baffled by this; and asked her what she
wanted me to do. She said something like: "Stick it in my bum."
I was disgusted at first, but she talked me into it very
quickly; so we started. She tried to hold her bum (ass for my
American friends . . . I'm fairly certain most of you knew that,
but just in case . . .) cheeks apart; and I tried to get my cock
inside her. It took a few attempts, but when I got the head in
and pushed, she let go her bum-cheeks and I started thrusting
quickly.
The covers started to fall off the bed, although we were
still covered mostly. I looked down though and could see enough
now to guess Vicky was rubbing her pussy while we did it; and we
both came again very quickly . . . not as good as that first one
though.
4
We didn't have time to do anything else as just then the
bedroom door opened and my mother came in. We both looked at her
in shock. I thought we were going to die as soon as we got out
of that bed . . . but for some reason she just stood there for a
minute or two then turned around and called for my sister as if
nothing was wrong . . . Vicky and I broke the world record for
getting out of a bed and being fully clothed. We came down
nervously later for breakfast; expecting the worst. I had
gallantly decided to say it was "all my fault" when the arguments
and screaming started, and even that I had forced Vicky. After
all we'd both enjoyed it, and I figured I'd never pay off the
debt she'd put me in, by making me feel that good.
I never did find out for sure if my mother saw us, but I
reckon she did. She and my father were the last ones down for
breakfast that day . . . which was unusual. They were both a bit
flushed looking, and Mary and her husband exchanged looks and
grins, but didn't comment. My mother looked at me oddly once,
and by the evening both Vicky and I were getting amused looks
from all four adults.
No-one ever mentioned it to me though; although my mother
did tell me when we were alone a few weeks later that Mary said
sorry if Vicky was bothering me while they were staying but she'd
read some books and wanted to discuss them with someone her own
age. Hmmmm. Vicky kept finding excuses for us to go off
together; both that day, and for the rest of the holiday, but we
were never left alone long enough for anything to happen. Vicky
and her family came over when we were 14, but we were embarrassed
about the whole affair by then and avoided each other . . . oh
well.
The next, and last incident, occurred about 7 months later.
I don't have such happy memories of this one. The reasons why
should be apparent as the story goes on.
I was 13 now and my sister was I thought 7, but she must
have been 6 thinking about it or it must have happened, almost a
year later . . . anyway. The point is that the weather was
torrential rain and cold, and my parents were out shopping or
something, and were going to be gone all day. I was reading in
my bedroom, and my sister was in her room doing what ever it is
that 6 year old girls do for fun (no not THAT . . . hehe . . .
well I don't know actually. If she was, maybe that's why this
next happened). At that time I was pretty much into the second
world war; so I was probably reading a war novel, when my sister
yelled, "Dave what are you doin'?"
"Not much. Why?" I yelled back.
"Can we play together?" she asked; coming into my room.
"Yeah, if you want," I said. "What you wanna play?"
"I want to do what you and Vicky did," she replied.
I sat up shaking like a leaf and said, "WHAT!?"
She repeated, "I want ta do what you and Vicky did."
"Uh . . . Nicky: What do you think me and Vicky did?"
(Nicola is her name, but we all called her Nicky.)
5
"You know," she said. "You and me take our clothes off and
you get on top of me, and . . . its fun. You and Vicky liked
it."
I broke out in a sweat. My little sister had spied on us.
"Nicky, you don't even know what we did!"
"I do!" Nicky gave me her annoyed look.
"No. You don't know how; and you're not big enough."
"I do know how! I'm a big girl now. Mummy and Daddy both
say so."
"They don't mean for this sort of stuff. It's secret." (BIG
mistake.)
She looked at me, right in the eyes, and said, "I'll tell
Daddy."
Well I went white. I mean it. I'm ill now and I was whiter
then than I am now . . . that's really white. There was a mirror
behind my sister and this ghost was staring into my face. I
looked so bad my sister thought twice about what she'd said. She
looked unsure for a second then frowned and pouted and said it
again.
"O.K. O.K. but you can't ever tell Dad, or Mum about it or
what me and Vicky did. O.K.? I'd get into really bad trouble
and so would Vicky. Please Nicky?"
I was unable to think which was why I begged like this.
It's normally asking for trouble. Younger sisters (probably
younger brothers too) have a permanent memory for that sort of
thing. (She only ever tried to use it as blackmail one more time
after this, and then I told her pretty much the truth about what
would happen to me if she told anyone, including possibly jail.
She was so frightened she has never mentioned it, but she did say
sorry.) "Alright I promise! Lets do it on your bed."
She then took her clothes off . . . now for a 6 year old she
had a beautiful body . . . all smooth and pinky-white . . . not
an ounce of fat anywhere. Her butt was gorgeous (ever since
Vicky I have loved girls bums . . . hers was great, my sisters at
6 confirmed me . . . butt pervert!) and her beautiful bum is the
only way I ever got an erection . . . which was larger than when
I'd been with Vicky. I was growing fast. I could even cum
properly (though not in large quantity, but wet dreams were now
just that.) and if I'd been thinking properly I would have found
out a way to stop what was happening. My sister's threat had
disrupted my ability to think clearly, and her naked body, lying
on my bed with her legs apart destroyed any logical thought I
still had bar one: she was too small for me to try fucking her
for real. I would hurt her if I tried that so no way. If she
told Dad or anyone tough. So long as she wasn't hurt.
So, climbing on top and supporting my weight on one arm, I
held my cock on her slit and started rubbing the head up and
down. At first the feelings were great for both of us. It all
went wrong when my sister started to thrust her hips at me. At
first it just felt better, but somehow the timing got screwed up
and the head of my cock popped into her. For a split second I
almost came in her. She was painfully tight . . . I think.
Because next thing all I heard was her scream.
"AHHH! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT!"
6
I instantly pulled away from my little sister, who was
starting to cry a bit . . . and lost my erection. I was so
scared that I'd hurt her, as I burst into tears, I swore an oath
right there in front of her that I'd never hurt her again if it
was in my power to prevent it, and I'm proud to say I have kept
it for 13 years now.
My sister tried to get me to do it again when she was 12,
but I refused because I was scared of hurting her, and I had also
sworn that oath . . . I take oaths very seriously. I take
promises very seriously too. When she was 13, a friend of hers
flirted with me for a while (Lucy her name was . . . lovely girl.
Ah well . . . ) and my sister made her last attempt at my virtue;
which I reluctantly turned down. Since then I have not dated or
anything (which proves how "fucked up" I am I suppose). I have
good friends at work and on undernet though, so who really cares?
Maybe one day I'll lose my virginity.
Well that's it. Totally truthful. Hopefully someone can
make a good story out of it.
----------------------------------------------------
I don't know why anyone would WANT to "make a story out of
it." It sounded like a pretty good story to me, just as it was.
So . . . with a little formatting and the help of a grammar-
checker, here it is. I hope you like the story as much as I did.
I hope the guy DOES get laid by somebody who likes him too. It's
kind of a shame (in MY mind at least) that he didn't manage to
"get together" with his little sister when she got old enough to
want him to. Especially, as the little girl probably went and
"did it" with somebody who didn't care for her half as much as he
did. Oh well, it's long past now; and he SAYS he doesn't regret
it. I don't know . . . I would. I hope she doesn't.
7
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