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This is a work of fiction.  It's dirty.  If you shouldn't be
reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be
offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be offended,
sign off and go watch TV.


Cousin's Delight
By Eric Shon

Part 1

     It was a typical midwestern August day...sunny and
hot.  I had just turned 15 two weeks before, and thought at
the time that I had grown out of the annual family trip to
Lake Wetauga.  It had seemed for the last two years that I
had grown out of everything.  My parents annoyed me, my
younger sister, 12 at the time, couldn't breathe without
making me want to drive a nail through my head, and it
seemed all my baby brother, 7, could do was whine and cry.
I had fought to stay home this weekend, but my
father, tired of hearing my mother trying to cajole me into
wanting to go, finally said, "You're going whether you want
to or not...and you'll like it!"  Yeah, right.  
     Every year the trip was the same thing.  Rain or
shine we packed up Dad's Suburban, headed out around
7:00 in the morning, drove for what seemed like a thousand
miles to Sonoma Beach (I always thought it sounded like an
old Italian guy swearing!) on Lake Wetauga.  Of course, the
next year, when my father convinced me to make the trip by
letting me get behind the wheel, my first adventure with my
new driver's license, the drive turned out to be only about
two hours.  Too short!
     Anyway, we always signed out one of the picnic
pavilions that stood about 50 yards from the water, and met
my Dad's two sisters and their families, and we'd sit around
and talk, grill dogs and burgers, splash and play in the
water, play volleyball, roast marshmallows, and then say our
goodbyes until Christmas, and then we'd all head home.  By
the ripe old age of 15, I had grown tired of the ritual, and
since I had been forced to come out, I adopted the attitude
that day that I would make my parents sorry they made me
come.
     We arrived, and my Dad made sure I carried
something to the pavilion.  I set the cooler down without
saying a word, but my Aunt Linda said, "Hi, J!  Happy
belated birthday!"  She sized up my tank-top and baggy
trunks clad body and said, "Gosh!  You've grown so MUCH
since last year!  And look at those MUSCLES!"  I had gone
out for freshman wrestling that previous year.  I got my ass
kicked every match, but the coach kept pushing me to
practice hard.  So, by the Summer I was pretty toned up,
but really gangly.  Whenever I look at pictures of me from
that time, I just look like all arms and legs, with little
patches of virgin hair popping out all over.  So, even though
she made a comment about my muscles, I still felt she was
kind of making fun of me.  And that just helped my attitude
along...
     Then she said, "Carol and Tina are already in the
water.  Go say Hi."  Since my Dad was approaching, and no
doubt going to tell me I carried the cooler the wrong way, I
made for the beach.
     As I walked slowly, Bethy and Tyler, my sister and
brother, raced past me and into the water as far as they
could go before it was too deep for them to run, and they
both tripped headlong into the lake.  They both resurfaced,
sputtering and laughing, and Carol and Tina swam toward
them.  In the water I couldn't tell my two cousins apart. 
They both had brown hair, and both were in the water up to
their necks.  Carol was 14, Christina 12, the same age as
Bethy.  I kicked off my shoes and curled my toes in the wet
sand.  They called to me.  "Come on out, J."  My name is
John...another stupid thing my parents did, giving me a
name owned by 44% of the men in this country.  So I
shucked it in the 7th grade and made all my friends call me
J.  So by the age of 15, and even still today, the only people
who call me John are my parents and my brother and sister.
     I said, "Nah, that's OK.  I don't feel like swimming." 
Truth is, at the time our families got together so
infrequently that the gatherings were very awkward for me. 
These people were family, but I felt like I was meeting them
for the first time every time.  I didn't feel like getting re-re-
acquainted again.
     Then Carol said, "We're gonna come get you!!"  I
just shook my head.  Then I could see her talking to Bethy
and Tyler, and then all four of them fanned out and moved
toward me.  I just rolled my eyes and dared them to try.  I
sat on the log that lay there, and waited for them to come
after me.  My siblings fanned out farthest away from me,
then next closest was Tina, and closest was Carol.  Two
years earlier, as the day ended, Carol tried to kiss me.  Well,
she DID kiss me.  It was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, but
she smashed her lips against mine and nearly broke my nose,
and held on for about 10 seconds.  She was 12, I was 13,
and the family all thought it was a hoot.  I was embarrassed
to hell, but I was keenly aware that my cousin had a crush
on me.  The next year I didn't let her get near me. And now
she was approaching again.  Of course, now I was equipped
with some slippery wrestling moves, so if she tried to grab
me, I would be very elusive!
     So I stood there, trying to look cool and tough,
grown-up and indifferent.  When Carol got to the sand bar
and stepped up out of the deeper water, my eyes almost fell
out of my head!  She was wearing a red bikini that, wet,
clung very tightly to her young body and left nothing to the
imagination!  To this day I don't see how it is physically
possible for a flat-chested, no-hip girl of 13 to develop into
the full-chested, shapely bikini model she had become at 14! 
There was bounce and jiggle in her breasts that a 24 year-
old would envy!  As she approached, I could see her nipples
hardening as the cool air hit the bikini fabric, and as the
soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms clung tight, I could
make out the intricate pattern of hairs on her pussy.  I was
mezmerized by the hard points of her nipples bouncing and
jiggling against the wet bra, and I didn't notice she had
gotten within reach until she said, "Hey, Stupid!" and
grabbed my arm.  Conditioned in wrestling for just such a
move, I instinctively countered her move by diverting her
arm around in front of her, turning her back to me, and
engaging her in a half nelson.  I did all this without really
thinking about it, and suddenly, with a surprised "HEY"
escaping her lips as she was twirled around, her back was
against my chest, I was looking down the front of her body
and onto those amazing tits, and her butt was mashed up
against my crotch.  She had to have noticed my cock against
her ass cheeks.  I have the kind of hard-on that sticks out
rather than up, and it had reached full hardness within about
four seconds!  When her ass bumped into me, I felt it poke
her for a brief moment, and then bend upward, flattening
against my lower belly.
     Completely at a disadvantage, she playfully said,
"Gotcha now!" and squirmed to get free, which resulted in
her ass grinding exquisitely against my cock!  I was afraid
she was going to notice it, and that she would freak out
about it, so I turned her loose and sprinted for the water,
stripping off my tank top along the way.
     She and Tina chased after me, but Tyler and Bethy
went back to the pavilion for snacks or something.  Aunt
Linda had a pool at her home, so the girls had always been
very good swimmers.  I, on the other hand, was a
wrestler...and not really very good at that.  So both Tina
and Carol caught up to me very quickly, trying to splash me
and dunk me.  Tina stayed beyond my reach, preferring only
to splash me with as much water as possible, but Carol kept
coming in and climbing onto my shoulders, trying to force
my head under water, but each time I countered her, and
she wound up going under.  One time I flipped her over my
head and caught her in my arms, cradling her just on top of
the water.  One hand was under her legs, but the other was
just under her armpit, my fingers resting on the side of her
breast.  It was amazing to look down at her in my arms,
knowing my fingers were RIGHT THERE!  Suddenly she
wrapped her arms around my neck and flexed her stomach
muscles up like a gymnast, and pulled my head down in
another attempt to dunk me.  My face hit high on her belly,
with my cheek and ear pressed tightly against a breast.  My
hard-on raged the entire time we wrestled in the water, so
when I countered her latest move, by pulling my hand out
from under her back and forcing her head into the water,
she released my neck.  Her body was pressed against mine
as she slid down the entire length of my body.  Under water
her face, breasts, then her belly, then her pussy all brushed
against my rigid cock.  She stayed under water for a few
seconds, and the thought flashed through my mind very
quickly: I was going to jerk off like a maniac that night!
     She came out of the water coughing and sputtering,
with snot running out of her nose.  "Are you all right?" I
asked.  
     She pressed her hair back on her head and nodded. 
"You surprised me with your...er, with that move," she said
without looking directly at me.
     "Hey, let's take a break," I said as I swam back
toward the far end of the beach where the boulders were.
She climbed out of the water onto one of the
boulders with a little help from me.  I stood in the shallow
water, leaning against her boulder.  We made small talk,
asking each other about favorite songs on the radio, trading
stories about the evil teachers we had at school.  She was
sitting with her knees up to her chest with her arms around
her knees.  After a few minutes she shifted, leaning back a
little and unfolding and refolding her legs to sit indian style. 
The move placed her knee right by my face, and gave me a
straight shot to her crotch.  I tried not to look because in
the swim over to the boulder my hard-on had subsided.  But
I was 15, and there was a 14 year-old female crotch on
display less than two feet away!  And when I did steal a
glance, it became a stare.  The fabric of her bikini bottoms
had slid off her butt cheek and lodged in the crack of her
ass, and the legband had pulled away juuuuust a little, but
enough that I could see darkness, and a couple wisps of
pubic hair peeking out!  I swear I could hear the sound like
that of an inflated balloon being stretched and twisted as the
blood returned to my dick instantly, tenting out the front of
my trunks before I could take a breath!
     I cleared my throat and sat down, bringing the water
up to my navel, and hiding my pre-dick-ament.  The small
talk continued, and she asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I
hadn't even been out on a date yet, but I didn't want to
admit that to her, so I lied.  "Yah."
     "What's her name?"
     My heart skipped a beat as I fished for a name,
"Andrea Pierce," I blurted out, giving her the name of the
girl that EVERY guy at my high school wanted to fuck.  
     "Is she real pretty?"
     "Yah."  No lie there!
     Carol paused for a moment.  "You ever make out?"
     OK, so I'll go to hell...  "Yup."
     "You ever feel her titties?"  Carol's eyes were
glowing.
     If I hadn't been staring off and on at her tits, I'd have
sworn I was talking to a teenage guy!  To try to break this
question and answer phase, I tried, "Yah, I've done it all."
Please stop asking me questions, now.  But my prayer
wasn't answered.
     She leaned forward, whispering now.  "Really?! 
What's it like?"
     OK, NOW I was in WAY over my head!  "Ummm,
great.  It's real cool.  Awesome."
     "Does she like it?"
     OK, now my fictional prowess was being
questioned.  "Of course!  When I'm home she can't keep her
hands off me.  My parents almost caught us once!"
     "Really."  She seemed disinterested, and I began to
think she no longer believed me.  Why didn't I just say No
to her first question?  "Does she..."  Carol swallowed and
sorta looked around, "...does she ...suck your...thingie?"
My eyes widened.  I nodded, this time unable to
perpetuate the lie with my lips.
     "How does she do it?"
     OH GOD!  NOW WHAT DO I SAY?!  I should
have just said No the first time, and borne the shame of
being a virgin at 15...Oh, the humiliation!  But no, I had to
be the tough guy.  I had to be cool.  I had to have...the
ATTITUDE.  I wanted to be bad, today, right?  So what
better way than to corrupt my innocent cousin's mind?  I
tried to recall every Forum letter I ever read in my friend
Kenny's Dad's Penthouse collection that discussed the fine
art of sucking cock.  I took a deep breath.  I had to sound
like I knew what I was talking about.  Had to talk tough. 
"Um... well...  First she sorta licks it.  I like her to lick just
under the head, cuz that's where it feels the best," (I knew at
least that much just from jerking off!).  "Then she puts it in
her mouth and sucks on it and licks on it, and she sorta
bounces her head up and down on it until I come."  Oh,
yeah.  Straight to hell.  In a hand-basket!
     When I looked at Carol again, her cheeks were
flushed and her breathing had changed.  She had been
staring off onto the lake, but came back a few seconds after
I finished.  "Does stuff really shoot out of it?"
     OK.  Something I actually KNOW.  "Yes."
     "What's that feel like?"  
     Another truth I could tell!  "It's great!  I could do it
all day if I had the chance!"
     "No," she said.  "The STUFF!  What does the stuff
feel like?"
     "Oh.  Well, it's warm and sticky and..."  She cut me
off.
     "There's a boy at school that likes me, but I wanted
to find out about it before I..."
     "Kids!!  Hot dogs are done!  Come on!"  It was
Aunt Linda calling from down the beach.  And then Tina
appeared on the boulder, behind Carol.  
     "Let's go!  Food!"  I made sure Carol got up first and was several steps
ahead of me before I got out of the water.  As quickly as I could, I reached
down into my trunks and pulled my swollen prick up into the waistband to hide
it.  Fortunately everyone was formed around the grill waiting for their hot
dogs, their buns in hand, for walking behind
Carol, her buns swaying back and forth five steps ahead of me, did nothing to
quiet the rage going on in my trunks!  Everyone was looking at their hot dog,
so nobody noticed my sausage!  I "wasn't hungry" until the hard-on was gone.
 
     Man, was I going to jerk off that night!!

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