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Kissin' Cousins (gay)
An incest odyssey by Zipper Bird
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When I was ten, I spent a week at Uncle Don's cottage on Lake
Ontario. There were a lot of cookouts in the backyard since the tin
roof of the cottage made it unbearable to light the stove on a
sunny afternoon, or even be in the cottage at that time of day. One
hot August afternoon, Uncle Don was bent over the hamburgers and
hotdogs as they sizzled away on the grill, trying to do them to
perfection for the hungry Fowler clan. My three cousins, Terry,
Rick and Bruce seemed like grown men although they were 15, 16, and
18 years old respectively.
I was only 10 at the time and small for my age. Bruce had red hair,
freckles and I didn't like him especially. He would mess my hair
up, rubbing the top of my head vigorously like his fist was a large
cigarette he was putting out on my head. Rick used to do an Indian
burn on my arm -- he was the sadistic one -- but'd always let me do
one on him which was nearly impossible since my fingers didn't
reach around his massive forearms well enough to cause much harm.
Then there was Terry. Terry was the handsome one. He didn't even
look like a Fowler.
He had olive skin whereas the others were pale. He had a dark
hairy body and luminous blue eyes. Terry played this game with me
where he'd wrestle me and make me sit on his lap against my will.
The smell of his skin and the feeling of his hairy arms wrapped
around me would make me giggle and grab him tighter, burying my
nose in his shirt, face pressed up against his hard stomach.
One morning I was sitting on a rock at the side of the lake
watching Terry get out of the water after his morning swim. His
floppy wet bathing suit clung to his genitals, which were clearly
outlined and looked enormous to me. "Whadda ya lookin' at?" he
asked me, smiling out of the corner of his mouth revealing white
straight teeth. "You got hair on your chest already" I said, as I
pointed to the beginnings of a substantial hair pattern that ran
from his navel to his neck.
"Oh, I thought you wuz lookin' at somethin' else there for a
minute" he said with a grin, looking at my eyes until I finally had
to look out toward Bass Island, or be trapped in the accusing
intensity of his stare and what it meant.
He came up behind me, still wet from his swim and held me in a bear
hug saying "you just wait a few years and I'll have somethin' else
to show ya besides the hair on my chest." I could feel him press
his crotch against me and as I struggled to free myself from his
grasp I pushed my rear up against it, backing into him hard. "Watch
out you little devil, you'll break my nuts" he said, as he jumped
back, finally letting go of me. I ran, with him chasing me up the
hill.
Seven years passed and I didn't see Terry once during that time.
Instead of vacationing on Lake Ontario, we rented a cottage on
Cayuga Lake, a finger lake, closer to our home in Syracuse, and
closer to the nursing home where my grandmother, on my father's
side, was kept. Grandma finally passed away and the Fowler clan
decided to have a get together at their cottage and invited us.
Bruce and Rick were working in Watertown and only came out to the
cottage on weekends. Terry just graduated from State College at
Potsdam, where he studied math and was planning to go on to
engineering school in Albany on a sports scholarship. He was the
star soccer player at Potsdam and my uncle would send us clippings
from the local paper in Potsdam. I had been running track in high
school. Now, at the end of my junior year, I'd won a sectional
competition in the mile but was only 14th in the state finals. My
coach kept telling me I would make a terrific cross country runner,
or even marathoner, but I was too lazy. I thought about trying to
work into longer distances during the summer and switch to cross
country in my senior year.
Rick and Bruce, my two older cousins had girlfriends and were often
getting into trouble, wrecking their cars and things. They weren't
there when we drove up on Monday and got out of our Chevy to greet
relatives. I hadn't seen my uncle, aunt and Terry in 7 years. I
wondered if Terry would even remember me, as I stiffly embraced my
aunt and uncle and peered at him out of the corner of my eye. Uncle
Don, who had put on about 20 pounds in the gut, put his arm around
Terry's shoulder and said, "Terry is our good boy, he does his
college work and is going to become an engineer -- he don't mess
'round with girls." I laughed out loud and felt less awkward as I
watched Terry's face turn red. There he was, a man of 22, standing
next to his father, squirming, and as handsome as hell. His eyes
looked like they'd become even bluer, and a shadow of a thick beard
covered his face. Above the collar of his faded maroon T-shirt,
which said POTSDAM on it in big white letters, a tuft of thick dark
hair stood out.
I wanted to run up to him and have him wrestle with me like he did
when I was 10, but found myself extending my hand sheepishly. He
grabbed it and shook it a little too vigorously, still trying to
recover from the embarrassment of his father's comment about his
lack of involvement in girls. "I hear you're a runner" Terry said
to me. "Well, maybe we can run together in the mornings -- I have
to do it to stay in shape for soccer you know" he said smiling the
same crooked engaging smile he had 7 years ago. "Great" I said
nonchalantly, trying to contain my enthusiasm for the idea. "We can
go for a swim afterward to cool down" he said. I remembered his
morning swims and reveled in the idea of doing it with him.
Terry and I were put out on the porch to sleep the first night, on
a sleeper sofa that folded out in two parts. I got settled on my
half, looking up at the beams in the roof to avoid looking at what
I wanted to look at -- Terry taking off his shorts and shirt, as
he crawled in beside me. "This isn't too fuckin' comfortable is it"
he muttered in a low voice, laughing slightly. It shocked me to
hear him say "fuckin" but I liked the way it sounded. "No, it's a
bitch, but what-a-ya gonna do?" I whispered back. He laughed and
said "where'd you learn to talk like that boy, I'm gonna tell your
mother you said 'bitch'" "Oh yeah fuckin' soccer jock, I'm gonna
tell your father you said fuckin" I whispered gritting my teeth and
trying to sound as tough as possible.
Then he grabbed me in a playful choke hold and said "You little
fucker, I'll fuckin beat the fucking shit out of you if you tell my
fuckin father anything." I could feel his warm hairy skin next to
mine, and his familiar scent swept over me. Something warm and
fleshy bumped against me through his underwear as I bit his arm to
make him let go. Then I heard my aunt's voice call "Is everything
out there alright boys?" and in a lower tone "I hope they are
getting along okay." Relaxing his grip on me Terry said "we'd
better get some sleep if we're going to run at 7 o'clock." We both
turned away from each other and tried to pretend we were sleeping.
I listened to his breathing and could tell he, like me, was having
a hard time falling asleep.
In the morning we headed out running together, stride for stride,
first along the lake shore and then into a field that lead onto a
farm road. Terry wore an athletic shirt and his chest hair stuck
out all over. His legs were hairy too and he had on a pair of deep
maroon shorts that said POTSDAM over the left leg. We chatted a
little but after a while, I started to push the pace and noticed
his breathing sounding labored after a few miles. Conversation
stopped. As we headed back into a field surrounded by trees, Terry
started muttering and finally stopped, bending over in exhaustion
and panting like a dog.
"Okay...okay you little ba..bastard...so you can run a helluva lot
faster than I can. I'm going to beat the...the shit out of you" he
said. And in a calmer voice he said "come here," still breathing
hard. As I got near him I could see that sweat was dripping off his
face and soaked shirt. He grabbed my legs and we both rolled to the
ground. After struggling for a little while, I let him pin me, him
sitting on my stomach, both panting, his strong hands holding my
arms to the ground. Our eyes met and his look of anger and hurt
pride turned to something else. His breath was like an intoxicating
wave that swept over me.
The look in his eyes, the smell of his clean fresh sweat made me
put my hand behind his neck and draw his mouth to mine. We kissed
long, hard and deep, almost like we were trying to suck life giving
water from each other's mouth.
Even with his weight on top of me, I could feel the bulge in his
shorts growing harder. He drew away gently and said in a low voice
"If you ever tell, I'm gonna kill you." I said simply "I want you
Terry, I want you bad." We took off our shirts, shorts and jock
straps as we were rubbing against each other. I started to stroke
his thick chest hair, licking him all over up to his underarms and
feeling with my hands down to his rippled stomach and around to his
firm ass. I bent my head down to see his beautiful thick cock, the
large purple head straining toward me, glistening with precum.
Moving down to it, I took it in my mouth, holding his large soft
balls in my hand. He stroked my hair and repeated my name over and
over as I sucked like a baby on his dickhead. He wet his finger and
gently worked it up my ass.
"I wanna have you Timmy baby" he said as if in a trance. "I gotta
get inside of you." He gently raised my legs, kissing my mouth as
he pressed his cockhead against my virgin ass hole. I was insane
with lust and wanted him to fuck me more than I'd ever wanted
anything before. It hurt a little as he first entered but soon he
was riding smoothly, all the while our mouths sucking hungrily at
each other.
My cock stood straight up and I came as he was fucking me and I got
another hardon immediately and came again just as he came inside
me. He licked the shinny cum off my chest and sucked on my dick
some more and I came a third time. We lay in the grass, still
panting, kissing and touching. I felt transformed. I had feelings
of ecstasy that I'd never felt before. Finally, after holding and
petting each other gently for a long time, we stood up and put our
clothes on. We turned toward each other and stood looking into
each other's eyes, my hand in his, saying nothing, and then headed
toward the water for a swim.
That summer was the best in my entire life. My parents went back to
Syracuse and I spent the whole summer with Terry. We pitched a tent
in the woods a good distance from the cottage and slept on the same
air mattress, holding each other. His running got better and my
fucking improved to a point where I often demanded to be on top.
When the summer finally drew to a close, we parted cheerfully for
show, but were screaming with pain inside.
He went to Albany for graduate school and I went back to begin my
senior year of high school in Syracuse. He wrote to me every week
and after writing about classes, the soccer team, some of his
friends, he wrote nearly a page of encoded writing, in a code he
gave me the key to. In one letter he wrote: "The taste of your skin
and mouth is always on my mind...I feel as though my brain will
incinerate with lust until I can have you here beside me every
night."
During my senior year, I ran long distances, even in winter, to
stop myself from thinking about Terry every minute. Even when I was
running though, I'd pretend each step was bringing me closer to
Terry. I applied to only one college and was accepted. The family
was delighted that I was attending the same school as Terry, so he
could take care of his younger cousin.
THE END