Honeymoon Cottage

This story is based on a real place we stayed at once when I was a kid. It was summer vacation and we were driving to Winnipeg. We were on the Trans-Canada Highway somewhere north of Lake Superior, out in the middle of nowhere. Dad was getting tired and we started to look for a hotel, but there was absolutely nothing for miles. Finally, just before it got completely dark, we saw a sign for Honeymoon Cottages. We laughed at the name, but Dad stopped to check them out. They were surprisingly clean, but each had only one double bed so we rented two next to each other. Mom and Dad slept in one while my sister and I shared the other. The description in the�story�is�exactly what they were like. We laughed about that place for years.

Also, there were two girls in my elementary school who were cousins, but people who did not know the family thought they were sisters.

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Mom! I'm Home!

� � Hi kiddo. How was the trip? I heard you all had quite the adventure.

Did we ever! How did you know about?

� ��Cindy's�mother called me Wednesday night to tell us you all were stranded, and then she called again this morning to say you were on your way home.

But how did she know about it? That place was so far out in the middle of nowhere that nobody's phone worked.

� � �Well apparently Miss Johnson called from the office, where there was a real phone that is connected with a real wire to the telephone company.

Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

� � So, did anything exciting happen?

Well, I managed to loose my virginity.

� � What?! How? My goodness Jackie, you are only twelve! What in the world did you do that for? With who?

With Jamie.

� � Your cousin Jamie?!

Do you know another Jamie?

� �Don't get smart with me, young lady! I want to hear all about it. Now start talking.

Do you want the long version or the short version?

��� I want to know every detail.

OK, so you dropped me off a school Wednesday morning. Everybody was just sort of hanging around with their bags and stuff, talking and some of the boys were doing stupid boy things and the girls were all in their groups just talking and stuff. The teachers were all running around with clipboards talking with each other and some of the parents.

� �I didn't mean that many details.

Hang on. This is important. So they called everybody together and Miss Williams told us that at the campground the�dormitory�has 6 wings, and each wing has 2 bedroom rooms that sleep 8, one for the girls and one for the boys. She said that during the trip we wouldn't stay with our class, but they put the three 6th grade classes together and then�divided�us up into 6 wings. Each wing would have a name and you would do the camp�activities�with your wing. So each wing would have about 12 kids mixed up from the 3 different classes, and two adult supervisors.�

OK, so then they called out each wing and the kids that were in it and they all stood together. Jamie and I were in the Elk Wing, and Miss Johnson and her friend Miss Randi were our wing leaders, only Miss Randi wasn't there yet.

So then it was time for everyone to get on the bus. They called out each wing and the kids took their bags to the back of the bus where Mr. Van Dyke and another man loaded them into the back door. Then the kids went up to the front and got on the bus. Everybody, except the Elk wing.

With all three classes, plus the extra leaders, plus the luggage and the food, there was not enough room for us all to fit on one bus. So they�decided�that they would use a 15 passenger van for the extra people. Well it turns out that Miss Johnson has a special�license�so she can drive a 15 passenger van, so Elk wing got to ride in the van with her. Only, the van wasn't there yet. We had to wait for the van to do something with a group of Special Ed kids first. The school bus went on and left with everyone else.

� � So this story has something to do with you losing your virginity, right?

Yes, Mom! Be patient. OK, so anyway the van turned out to be late. When it finally showed up we were like an hour behind the bus. But we still had to stop at Miss Johnson's house to pick up her stuff and some boxes of food. Since�Miss Johnson knew she was driving the van, she got a ride to school with a neighbor and left her stuff at home. So we went to her house and she went to get her stuff, and that took a while and then she came back out and she got some of the boys to help her carry some boxes of food from her car to the back of the van. And of course we had to unload a bunch of the bags so the boxes could go in first because otherwise they wouldn't fit.

After all that we had to drive all the way to the other side of town to pick up Miss Randi. Apparently�Miss Johnson's friend had to work that morning so that is why she couldn't come to the school. When we got there she was still running around getting her stuff together. Finally she got loaded up and got on the van. Miss Johnson said, "This is my friend, Randi White. This week you may call her Miss Randi and on this trip you may call me Miss Rachael."

But the funny thing is, Miss White isn't white - she's black. Well, more like light brown. She's from Jamaica. She's absolutely beautiful. She looks kind of like Halle Berry with green eyes. And she talks with this really cool British accent. She said 'hi' to all of us and we said 'hi' back.�

So by this time it was 11:00. The schedule said we were supposed to leave at 9:00, get to the first potty break at 10:30, eat your sack lunch on the bus, have the second potty break around 12:30, and get there at 2:00. Well it was 12:30 before we got to the first rest stop, and we hadn't eaten yet. So instead of just taking a 10 minute break,�Miss Johnson said, 'fuck it, we are going to eat here.'

����Miss Johnson said, "Fuck it?"�

Nooo. I think her exact words were something like, "To heck with it, we are late anyway, there are some picnic tables, let's all take a break and eat here. We can miss the afternoon activities and get there in time for supper."

There was a nature trail near the picnic area so after we ate some of�the�kids asked if�they could go down the trail.�Miss Johnson said they could, as long as they went in groups of at least 3 and didn't leave any stragglers. Some of the boys got a ball out of the van and started kicking it around. Miss Randi and 'Miss Rachael' just sat at one of the picnic tables and talked. I could tell by the way that they looked at each other and the way that Miss Rachael kept touching Miss Randi's arm that they were more than just friends.

So anyway, we finally got back on the road and it was almost 4:00 when we got to the second rest stop. This time Miss Johnson told us it really did need to be just 10 minutes, because it looked like the weather was turning bad.

She was right. Just a few minutes later it started to drizzle, then it turned cold and you could tell there was sleet mixed with the drizzle. It was getting hilly and we were going uphill most of the time, and the road was really curvy. Then it started to snow, that big wet clumpy kind of snow. Miss Johnson started driving slower and she had the defrost on full blast to keep the windows from fogging up. You could see that snow was starting to stick on the road and the whole time we were going uphill. Nobody said anything because we all knew that Miss Johnson�really�had to concentrate to drive. We drove along like that for about an hour.�

We were in the woods when all of a sudden we passed a clear spot and a bunch buildings. Just when the woods started again, a deer ran right out in front of us.�Miss Johnson hit the brakes hard and swerved to miss the deer. The back end of the van swung around and we literally spun all the way around on the road. I thought I was going to throw up. We came to a jolting stop,�Miss Johnson yelled, "Shit!" and the deer just ran off into the woods.

� ��Miss Johnson said, "Shit?"�

Yes,�Miss Johnson really said, "Shit."�

The first thing she did was ask if everybody was OK. Nobody was hurt, but we were all a bit shaken up.�Miss Johnson opened her door and went out to look at the van. It was really cold and it was raining. We heard noises around the back of the van, and then a moment later she got back in. She said the back end was in the ditch and she couldn't get the back door open. She asked Miss Randi if her mobile phone worked, but Miss Randi said it didn't. Then Miss Johnson asked us to all try our mobile phones, but nobody had a signal.

Miss Randi said, "I think those buildings we just passed were a hotel. I'll go check."�

She got out of the van and started running. It seemed like she was gone forever, but it was probably just a few minutes. She came running back and it was obvious that she is in very good shape. When she got back in the van she wasn't breathing hard or anything. She was soaking wet, but that was from the rain.

She said, "Yes, it's a hotel. They are closed but the owner is going to open it up for us. The office is the building on the left with the lights on. We all need to go there."

One of the boys asked, "What about our stuff?"�

Miss Johnson said, "We'll have to leave it. Bring you backpacks, but we'll have to get your bags later. When we open the door and get out, run fast."

So we all go out and ran. It was like maybe running from one end of the football field to the other, and then back again, so maybe like 200 yards. But the rain was really coming down. By the time we got to the office we were soaked. And freezing. As we were running up the driveway it was just light enough to read the sign. It said, "Honeymoon Cottages."

We all crammed into the office. Some of the kids were already�shivering. The owner was a fat�man with a beard who actually looked like Santa Clause, except wearing a dirty t-shirt. He asked how many of there were. Miss Johnson said there twelve kids and two adults. He said that was perfect. There were six cottages, each with a double bed, toilet and shower. He said each cottage has an in-line water heater that heats both the water and the cottage. All he had to do was flip the master switch and there would be hot water in two minutes. The cottages would be warm in about fifteen. And he always kept clean sheets on the beds and towels in each cottage.He said this wasn't the first time he has had to open up in an emergency.

Miss Johnson noticed that he said there were six cottages, but there were 14 of us. He said, "Oh that's no problem. Under the carport of the first cottage there is a pickup with a small camper on the back. The bed is pretty small but it will sleep two. I'll get you some clean sheets. It has a heater, but you'll have to share the toilet and shower with the kids in the cabin."

Miss Johnson said, "OK, we will take the camper." Miss Randi looked down at the floor, but you could tell that she was trying to hide her smile. You could tell that she was very pleased with the situation.

One of the boys ask what about supper? All they ever think about is food. Miss Johnson said we would have to eat the snacks we have left over. She said we should share among ourselves if we have any extra. The owner said, "Wait a minute," and he went to the back room. He came back with four big boxes of granola bars and set them on the counter. He said they closed two weeks ago but had these left over. He told us to each take a handful. He said they might not be the most delicious things in the world, but they would keep us from starving.�

Miss Johnson told us�to pair up and the owner started passing out the keys. Some of the kids were shivering pretty bad by then.�Miss Johnson told us to run to our cabin, get out of our wet clothes, and take a hot shower. The owner made sure he gave the first key to a set of girls, then he gave keys to three sets of boys who all ran out the door. That's when they noticed the problem -- there were 12 kids, but it was 7 boys and 5 girls. There were 3 girls left, and Jamie.

Miss Randi shook her head and said they would just have to split up. One of them�would�have to share a cottage with a girl and one with a boy. Miss Johnson said, "No way. We can't risk sleeping with any kid, boy or girl."

But I'm not really sure what she meant by that.

� � She meant that if any kid accused them of any hanky-panky they could get sued, or fired or end up in jail.

Oh. Well anyway she asked the owner if he didn't have any other place that a boy could sleep. He said no, he only has a cot in the back where he sleeps when it gets cold. Usually he sleeps in one of the cottages or the camper. He said he doesn't even have a couch.

Finally Miss Johnson turned to me and said, "I'm sorry Jackie, you are just going to have to share a cottage with your brother."

I said, "No problem. We share a tent all the time when we are camping."�

Miss Johnson turned to talk to the owner and Cindy whispered to me, "Jamie is your cousin, not your brother."

I said, "It's no big deal. I really do share a tent with him when we are camping. We even used to take a bath together when we were little. What else are we going to do? Let him sleep out in the rain?"

��� Wait, why would�Miss Johnson think that Jamie is your brother? All the teachers know that you are cousins.

She is new. We have the same last name. We look alike. Lot's of people think we are brother and sister when they see us together. I am in Miss Williams's class and Jamie is in Mr. Van Dyke's. Neither you or Aunt Martha have had a parent conference with her. It was a natural mistake.

� � OK, go on.

So anyway, the owner gave me the key to number 6, the last cottage. Jamie and I ran as fast as we could but when we got there we were soaked again. It was about 50 yards away. Jamie was really starting to shiver. The door was on the side, under the carport, but I couldn't get the key to fit until I noticed that there was an outside light switch. I turned on the light and then was able to unlock the door.�

We quickly went inside, and nearly ran into the bed. I found the light switch, which was near the door. There were two switches: one for light outside and one for the light inside. I turned it on. The place was tiny.

The bed was just a two-person bed, not a queen size. And there was about a foot of space around the bed, except maybe two feet on the side with the door. There was not a table or a chair in the place, and no closet, just some hooks on the wall. The walls were thin�paneling, just barely thicker than cardboard.

There was a doorway leading to the bathroom. No door, just an open doorway. In the bathroom there was a toilet, a small sink, and a shower. The shower was like this pre-fab metal cabinet, but it did have a shower curtain. The pipes were all on the outside of the wall where you could see them. The pipes all came out of this white box up on the wall. One small set of pipes went to the shower and the sink, and a big set of pipes went down to the floor, then along floor, through the bathroom wall into the bedroom, then along the floor to a radiator heater on the wall near the foot of the bed.

The amazing thing was that the place was so clean. The walls were painted white. The sheets on the bed were clean and starched. There was one small window on the front and one tiny window on the door, but they both had these cute yellow curtains that were twice as big as the window so when you closed them there was no way to look in. There were clean white towels on a towel rack in the bathroom, and two clean glasses above the sink. The shower was spotless. It was�weird.

Anyway, Jamie was shivering so I told him to get undressed and get in the shower. I quickly kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and jeans but he had hardly moved. I took his shirt off and led him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got the�temperature�right. The owner was right, it was hot immediately.�

I needed to pee really badly so I took off my panties and sat on the toilet. Just before I started to go I decided to see if Jamie was alive, so I spread my legs apart instead of holding my knees together. I let go and the pee started shooting out of my pussy. Jamie's eyes got real big so I knew he was still alive. But he still just stood there. I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer to me. I yelled at him, "Get your clothes off!"

I was still peeing. I undid his belt buckle, then unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. I then pulled his underwear down and saw that his�wiener�was all�shriveled looking. I tried to get his jeans off but then I noticed he still had on his shoes. By that time I had finished peeing so I got down and undid his shoe laces. I grabbed his foot and said, "Lift up you foot."

He didn't do anything, so I yelled, "Lift up your foot!"

He slowly lifted it up. I took off his shoe and his jeans leg. I then told him to lift the other one. He still didn't do anything so I yelled," Lift it up!"�

He did, so I got that shoe and jeans leg off him, and managed to get his underwear off. I led him to the shower and pushed him in so he was standing directly under the warm water. He was still shivering but he was able to look directly at me. He looked like he was already warming up a bit, so I pulled the shower curtain closed.

� � Goodness gracious, it sounds like he was starting to get hypothermia.

Yeah, I think if it had been much longer we would have been in trouble. After a minute or so I heard this voice,�like�a�creaky�old man's voice, say, "I have to pee."

I said, "Pee in the shower. Don't come out of there until you are warm."

I gathered up Jamie's clothes and took them into the other room. I noticed it was already starting to warm up. I went over and felt the heater and it was hot. I got our jeans and hung them over the heater, then hung our shirts and underwear on the hooks.�

After a few minutes I heard the shower stop. I went back to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and opened the shower curtain. Jamie stood there looking at me. He looked�exhausted, but OK. I wrapped the towel around him and led him out of the shower. I realized I still had my bra on, so I took it off and handed it to Jamie. I don't even know why I wear the thing. My tits only stick out like an inch.�His eyes were really starting to focus now.�I started to dry him off. I dried off his top half then started to move further down. He said he could do it himself and he walked into the bedroom. I asked him to please hang my bra on a hook, then I got in the shower.

When I got out of the shower I dried off, wrapped the towel around my hair and walked back into the bedroom. Jamie was sitting on the bed with his towel wrapped around his waist. I took my towel off and started rubbing my hair again. I said, "Hey, how are you doing?"

He said, "Much better, but I'm hungry."

I told him there were a bunch of granola bars in my backpack. He got one out and started to unwrap it. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed and lean forward so he wouldn't get any crumbs on the bed. I got my hair brush out of my backpack, sat down on the bed and quickly brushed my hair. I sat facing him with one knee up so he had a straight shot at my pussy. When I finished I got a granola bar and ate it too. Jamie ate another bar, and then we had a few of those chocolate chip cookies you packed for me.

When we had eaten enough I asked Jamie if he wanted to go to bed. He said he did. I told him that since we didn't have our toothbrushes we would need to be sure and rinse our mouths out real well. I went into the bathroom and filled a glass with water, took a swig, swooshed it around my mouth, and spit it into the sink. Jamie came in and I showed him how to do it. We did it two or three more times, then, when he took a swig, I sat down on the toilet. I kept my legs apart again as I started to pee. This time his eyes never left my pussy. The problem was that he had a mouth full of water. He looked like a�chipmunk�with his cheeks all puffed out. Finally, he just swallowed it. I wiped and walked back into the bedroom.�

I checked on the jeans. They weren't quite dry, but it was plenty warm in the room, so I turned down the radiator. The clothes on the hooks were drying, but still pretty damp. I finally heard Jamie tinkle and flush. I think he had some trouble in there.

When he came back in the room he still had the towel wrapped around him. He walked over to the far side of the bed and sat on the edge. I said, "Oh is your towel still wet? Give it to me and I'll hang it on the towel rack with mine."

He took off the towel but at the same time he kind of pulled the bed cover over himself. I put the towels on the rack and turned off the bathroom light. He said, "Shouldn't we wear our underwear?"

I said, "No, they are still wet. We will just have to sleep naked."

He slid under the sheet and lay on his back. I turned out the light and got in bed. I was laying on my side with my back towards Jamie. I scooted towards him until I was right next to him. He was laying there as flat as a board. I reached back all the way across his body and grabbed his hand. I pulled it towards me and�said, "Here, lay on your side and put your arm around me. I'm cold."

He rolled on his side and we were spooning. I still had his hand so I put it right on top of my breast. "There. That's better, isn't it?"

It didn't take long before I felt his wiener poking me in the butt. I said, "Wait a minute."

I lifted my leg and then reached down and grabbed Jamie's wiener and put it next to my pussy and then put my leg down, trapping him there. Then I started to move back and forth so his wiener was rubbing my pussy. What are you doing?

� � What?

Why do you have you hand down you pants? What are you doing?

� � Oh, I'm just... adjusting my underwear.

Oh. OK. Well any way, I kept moving like that for a while, feeling his wiener against my pussy. I was getting real wet. Finally I told him to hold on again, and I lifted my leg and tried to put him inside me, but I had to scoot up a bit so I could get it to go in. When I finally got it in I said, "Doesn't that feel good?"

Then I kept moving back and forth until Jamie finally got the hang of it and started moving in and out, and then I felt his wiener go thump, thump, thump, and he groaned a bit and I knew he had cum.

� � That's it?! You lost your virginity by sticking you cousin's dick inside of you and wiggled around until he went thump thump? No kissing? No romantic seduction? You might as well have lost your virginity to a bedpost.

Wait, that's not all. There's more. After he finished cumming I said, "Did you like that?" and he said, "That was wonderful."

So I said, "OK, now it's my turn. Lie on your back."

So he lay on his back and I�straddled�him. I put his wiener inside me and I started to move my hips around in a circle. Then I put his hands on my tits.

� � Wait, didn't his dick get soft after he came?

No. Was it supposed to?

� � Well with older guys it does. But I think I heard somewhere that little boys can keep it hard for hours.

Jamie sure could. Well anyway, he was playing with my tits and then I leaned forward and kissed him. I started sticking my tongue in his mouth and it didn't take long before we figured out how to french. I started to move my pussy up and down along his wiener, but then when it got to feeling really good I mashed my magic button against him while sucking on his face.

I felt him go thump thump again, and then I came. So you see, there was kissing.

� � All right. So is that the end of the story?

Oh no, there's lots more. After I got off of him he fell right to sleep. I lay there a bit thinking about how much I love him. I put my hand on his chest, but he didn't wake up at all. He just kept on breathing real steady. I reached further down and felt his wiener. Now it was soft. I kissed him on the cheek and then rolled over and went to sleep.

� � Is that the end?

No. When I woke up in the morning Jamie was still asleep so I looked under the covers 'cause I wanted to see his wiener when it was soft. But it was hard, even though he was asleep. I put my hand around it and started rubbing it. He woke up and said, "Hi."

I kissed him and said, "Good morning."

I was still rubbing his wiener and I asked him if it felt good. He said it felt reeeally good. I said I wanted to try something and I got under the cover and started licking his wiener. Your underwear sure needs a lot of adjusting.

� � Just shut up and go on with the story.

But if I shut up how can I go on with the story.

� � Just go on!!

Can I adjust my underwear too?

� � Certainly. You can do you anything you want. Just please go on!

OK, so I was licking around the head of his wiener, and then I popped it in my mouth and started sucking on it. I started bobbing my head up and down, like I've seen girls do on the internet, only of course Jamie's wiener is much smaller than those guys on the net. Pretty soon Jamie went thump, thump, thump in my mouth, and I said, "OK, now it's my turn."�

I pushed all the covers down to the foot of the bed and lay on my back. But Jamie got up and said, "Wait, I've really got to pee first," and he ran into the bathroom.

After a few moments he said, "I can't make it go down."

I said, "Try thinking about something else. Say your times tables, starting with seven."

So I heard, "One times seven is seven, two times seven is fourteen.." �By the time I heard "eight times seven is fifty-six," he started to tinkle.

When he came back I told him to come down to the foot of the bed and look at my pussy. Then I showed him what everything is. "This is my poop hole, and these are my lips, and this is the hole where you have been fucking me, it's called the 'vagina.' And up here, just under the two folds, is what is officially called the 'clitoris,' but I call it my 'Magic Button.'"

He said, "Why do you call it your Magic Button?" and I said, "Because when I touch it makes me feel like magic." �

He said, "Do you want me to touch it?" and I said, "No, first I want you to lick it."�

He stuck his tongue out and just barely touched my button. It felt like an electric shock running through my body. Then I told him to lick all up and down my pussy. Then I told him to lick the hole, then try to see how far he could stick his tongue inside me. Then I told him to use his finger, and finger fuck me, and then lick my button at the same time.

Then I told it was time to fuck me, and I pulled him up towards me. He put his wiener in me and I told him to slowly move it in and out. Then I told him to do it a little faster and harder. Then I told him to bang my button a little bit each time and then I grabbed his face and kissed his mouth real hard and then he moaned in my mouth and I felt him go thump, thump, thump and...

� � Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!

Yeah, then I came just like that, only I yelled a lot louder. Are you OK?

� � Yes, I'm fine.

Do you need for me to stop for while?

� � No, I'm OK. You can go on if you want.�

All right. So then I had to pee real badly. I went in the bathroom and peed, and just as I was wiping I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed a towel off the rack and headed to the door. I saw Jamie had gathered the covers back up on the bed and was under them. I held the towel in front of me with my left arm and I opened the door. Mark, one of the other boys, was there. He looked at me with big eyes, but I don't know why. I mean my tits and pussy were covered, so what's to look at. I said, "Hi, what up?"

He said that they had gotten the van out of the ditch so we could now get our bags, and they had set up some breakfast in the office and we could come by and get some anytime we wanted. Then he just stood there looking at me holding a towel in front of myself, and at our room, and the bed, and the clothes hanging on the wall, and at me again, so finally I said, "Was there anything else?"

He said, no, that was it, but he just stood there like a bellboy expecting a tip or something. So I said, "OK, we'll be there in a bit," and I closed the door.

I let the towel drop, then I climbed back on the bed on top of Jamie, but the covers were still between us. We started kissing, but after a while I got up and said I was hungry. We got dressed and just before we went out the door I told Jamie not to worry because we would be doing a lot more of that later. Then I gave him a nice big wet sloppy kiss and we went to eat breakfast.

When we walked outside we saw that it had stopped raining and snowing, but the sun wasn't really shining. It was still pretty dull looking. And the snow wasn't deep, just a few inches, but under the snow was ice. You could hear it crunching when you walked on the grass. The van was parked by the office.

In the office they had lined up the food that we had gotten from Miss Johnson's house. It was 8 big boxes of different kinds of cereal, 2 liters of milk, but they said there was more, a whole case of different kinds of cup-a-soup, 6 loaves of bread, and a gigantic jar of peanut butter. Oh, and the granola bars we had last night. There were a few bowls and spoons, and some paper plates.�Miss Johnson -- well I guess I should call her Miss Rachael -- said we could come and get food any time we wanted because there was not enough room for us all to be in there at one time. Miss Randi said we should only take one bowl and one spoon each and wash them out after we use them.

They said we could get our bags from the back of the van. The owner had told them that the roads were too icy to drive on. He said the county would come spread salt on the roads, but this road didn't go to anywhere but the camps and not very many people came up here this time of year, so this was one of the last roads the county crew would get to. So, we were definitely going to be there until lunch, and maybe until the middle of the afternoon.

Jamie and I each had a bowl of cereal, then washed out our bowls and spoons and put them back on the counter. We got our bags from the back of the van and went back to our cottage. We had just gotten things kind of settled in when two boys came by and said that the other kids were hanging out in the first couple of cottages and we were welcome to join them.�

Jamie went to the third cottage to hang with some of the boys and I went to the first cottage to hang with Teresa and Megan. Just after I got there Miss Rachael and Miss Randi knocked on the door and asked if they could join us. We told them sure and they came in. We all piled on the bed, which as actually kind of hard to do. We kept accidentally bonking into one another when we laughed, and of course then we laughed even harder.�

� � What did you all talk about?

Oh, we talked about boys, and boy bands, and they told us about crazy stuff they did in college. They were really pretty cool. But I don't think they told us about aaall the stuff they did in college.�Fortunately�nobody said anything about me and Jamie.�

Jamie told me later that some of the boys were asking him about sharing the cottage with me and he said it was no big deal. One of the boys asked, "Did you see her naked?" and he said, "Shut up! She's my cousin." They didn't ask anything else after that.

We hung out until lunch time then we went and made peanut butter sandwiches and cup-a-soups. The owner said the road hadn't been cleared yet.

In the afternoon most everybody wanted to just rest or read, or a few people played card games, so Jamie went back to our cottage and played Fuck and Suck.

� � That's all you did?!

Well sometimes we played the British version called "Snog and Shag." No, really a lot of the time we just talked. Or we kissed. But we were naked so there was plenty touching going on. And it was interesting because I finally got to see his wiener when it was soft. We were talking about school stuff and I noticed it was completely soft. I reached over and felt it, but Jamie jumped up and said, "Wait, let me go pee before it gets hard again."

I followed him into the bathroom and said I wanted to watch. After he got going I asked him if I could aim it. He said yes, so I held it while he peed.

� � You know it is possible that you are now pregnant.

From aiming his wiener while he peed?

� � No, from fucking, Wise-ass.�

I doubt it. My periods have gotten pretty regular and I just had my period last week, so it will another week before I drop an egg. Besides, I don't think Jamie squirts yet. He didn't squirt anything into my mouth.

� � Either way, I'm making an appointment with the doctor. You are going on the pill.

OK, whatever. Anyway, when it was getting late we decided to take a shower because we were starting to smell a bit stinky. We took a shower together. There wasn't enough room in there to fuck, but we had fun soaping each other up.

Afterwards Jamie said he was hungry so I sent him on ahead. I told him I needed to dry my hair but I really needed to poop, and I didn't think he needed to see that.

Supper was the same as lunch -- peanut butter sandwiches and cup-a-soup. After supper we kind of gathered in different cottages to play games. Jamie and I ended up in Cottage #2 with two boys, Mark and Billy, and two girls, Cindy and Ashley, a girl from Miss�Rachael's class that I don't know very well.�

Somebody had two decks of cards so we decided to play Crazy Eights. We used the bed as a table and we all sat on the floor, three kids on each side. We�actually�had to push the bed more to the middle so the kids on the back wall would have room. Well we played 4 or 5 rounds when somebody said we should play something else. So Mark says, "Let's play Strip Poker." And Billy said, "Yeah, that's a great idea." Cindy said, "No way," but Ashley said, "I'll do it."

Then she looked at me. I said, "I'm in," and then Jamie looked at me and said, "Me too." Then everybody looked at Cindy. She said, "You all are crazy." �

Mark said, "We'll never have another chance to do this," and we all just looked at her. Finally she said, "OK, I'll do it."

We agreed that everyone should have on four pieces of clothing. The boys had on shirts, pants, underwear, and socks that counted as one. The girls had on shirts, pants, bras, and panties. Simple Five Card Draw. The loser of each hand has to take off one thing and put it on the bed. You have to stand up to take it off and stay standing for 10 seconds.

After a few rounds almost everyone had lost at least one thing. When Ashley and Cindy lost they both decided to take off their pants first, but when I lost I took off my shirt. I was wearing my yellow see-through panties and bra.

� �Why in the world were you wearing those?!

I put them on before supper. I thought it would be nice to�surprise�Jamie.

� � Why did you even have them with you?

I don't know. I thought it might be fun to wear them in the girl's dorm. I didn't know they were going to do all this wing stuff.

� � My goodness. Well go on with your story.

OK, so I took off my shirt and stood there for 10 seconds. Mark and Bobby had huge saucer eyes. Then Bobby lost again and had to take off his shirt. You could see he already had a boner. Then Ashley lost and took off her shirt. I hadn't noticed it the first time but she is the most developed girl in the 6th grade. She's not fat, but she is kind of big like an�athlete. She had on a real bra and she really filled it out. I think she must be like a C-cup or something. She had on white panties, and you could see that she had quite a dark bush.

Well I lost the next hand and I took off my pants. Of course�Mark and Bobby got big eyes again, but Cindy's jaw just about hit the floor. There I stood with my slit visible for everyone to see.

� � Those aren't the same panties you're adjusting right now, are they?

No, I'm wearing my plain blue ones.

So anyway, Mark was the next to lose and he had to take off his pants. I swear his boner was trying to drill its way through his underwear. It was so funny to see him standing there for 10 seconds. Then Jamie lost and had to take off his shirt. Then I lost again.

I stood up to take off my bra. I started to reach behind me when Cindy jumped up, grabbed my shirt, threw it at me and yelled, "Game over! Everybody get dressed! Get out!"

Mark and Bobby began to whine but Cindy yelled at them, "Get dressed now! This is my room! I want everybody to get out now or I'm going to tell Miss Johnson!"

I figured it wouldn't do any good to tell Cindy that if Miss Rachael and Miss Randi knew about our game they would probably want to join in.

The boys all got dressed and wandered off to go get something to eat. Ashley and I just stood there on either side of the bed looking at each other. Finally Cindy just gave a�disgusted sigh and stormed out. After it got quiet Ashley said, "Do you mind if I ask you something kind of personal?"

I said, "Not at all, ask me anything you want."

So she asked, "Well... do you shave your pussy?"

I told her, "No, I don't. It's just my hair is real light and I don't have very much yet."

And then I thought 'what the hell' and I... Well here, let me show you. I was standing up like this, and I pulled down my panties like this, and I said, "See, it is just a bit on top and then there are these really fine blond hairs on the side."

And then I kind of spread my knees a bit and pulled upwards like this so she could see my pussy a little better. She had this sweet look on her face and she said, "That's really nice. Would you like to see mine?"

I thought for a second and said, "Sure, if you want to show me."

So she pulled her panties down to her knees and just stood there looking at me. I smiled at her and said, "I think you have a very pretty pussy."

She said, "I think it is too bushy."

I said, "You could shave it."�

She said, "I don't think my mom would like that."

So I said, "Well you could just trim it. My mom trims hers and it looks real natural. It just doesn't look so bushy."

She said she didn't know how, so I told she could come over some time and you and I could show her how it is done. She said she would really like that.

� � Oh Jackie, that is so sweet of you it be nice to her like that. It sounds to me like maybe she doesn't have a lot of friends. It is so nice of you to talk to her like that. I am very proud of you. And you might as well go ahead and take those panties all the way off and give them to me to put in the laundry. That way you won't have to keep adjusting you underwear.

OK, here. So anyway we got dressed and went to get a snack like everyone else.�

Jamie and I went back to our cottage where we played a new game called "Kama Sutra." You strip naked and try out every possible way that you can think of to fuck. We did Spoons, which was the first one we ever did, then Girl On Top, which was our second one, then we did Doggie Style, which we had never done before, then we did Missionary Position, which we did in the morning. But I don't understand why they call it that. Do missionaries use that position when they have sex?

� � No, that was from a hundred years ago when Europeans thought everything they did was right. African's who didn't have soft beds found it easier to do it Doggie Style, but the missionaries thought this looked too much like the animals, so they tried to teach people to do Man On Top. But even missionaries have progressed since then.

Oh, OK. So anyway, then we did 69, where Jamie would lick my pussy while I sucked on his wiener. And we discovered that you can really do that 3 different ways: girl on top; boy on top, which I didn't think worked very well; and side by side, which I found out worked the best.�

And then we tried a new position that I had heard about called Two Kids on a Swing. The boy sits up facing one way, and then girl straddles him sitting up facing towards him. You can grind your pussy real hard and�also get him deep inside you, but it is also good for kissing and playing with your tits.

Wait a minute.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn.

� � Wow, that sounded like a good one!

It was wonderful. Give me a chance to catch my breath.

OK, I think that was all there was. Oh, there was one funny thing that happened somewhere in the middle of all that. Jamie needed to pee, but he couldn't get it to get soft enough to hit the toilet so I turned out all the lights and opened the door. The carport wasn't paved, just rocks and grass, and since we were the last cottage there was nothing on the other side but woods. I told Jamie to stand in the doorway and pee out the door. So instead of going down like it usually does, his pee shot up and made a big arch before splashing on the rocks. I thought it was so cool I wanted to try it. I stood in the doorway, spread my legs a bit, bent my knees, leaned back and pulled my pussy lips back a little bit. My pee didn't really shoot up in the air, but it did go more outward than down, so I managed not to make a mess. It felt so cool to pee standing up.

Anyway, after we finished the Kama Sutra we brushed our teeth,�because�we had our toothbrushes now, and went to bed. I asked Jamie to spoon with me again, but instead of fucking me until he came, I just wanted him to stay inside me until we fell asleep. Sometime in the night we must have rolled over because when we woke up we weren't spooning any more.

When I woke up this morning Jamie's wiener was hard again so I sucked him but afterwards he fell back asleep. I got dressed and went to the office to get some breakfast. The sky was clear blue but it didn't look like anybody else was up yet.�

I got a bowl of cereal and was finishing it up when Miss Johnson walked in.�We said good morning and then she asked, "Did you and Jamie have a good time in your Honeymoon Cottage?"

I said, "Oh yeah. Seven or eight times I think. I kind of lost count."

Her jaw hit the floor. If I were a dentist I could have checked her teeth. I told her, "Jamie is my cousin, not my brother."

She said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I said, "Because I wanted to 'have a good time' with him in my Honeymoon Cottage."

Then I asked, "Did you and Miss Randi 'have a good time' in the camper?"

She stared at me a moment and then said, "Yes. We did."

So I said, "Maybe we could all�'have a good time'�together�sometime. I think Ashley might like to join us."

She said, "I don't think we are ready for that yet."

I said, "Too bad. But if you stick around�six years�give me a call. I'll be legal then."

Then I walked out the door. But I forgot to wash out the bowl. I hope she wasn't too mad about that.�

When I got back to the cottage Jamie was awake. I got him hard again then climbed on top. I rode him like a cowgirl until I came, then went and took a shower. Right after I got out of the shower, as I was drying off, I heard a knock on the door. So I went to answer it holding the towel the same way I had done when Mark came to the door yesterday. Only this time it was Miss Johnson. I opened the door and told her to come on in. She stepped inside and said, "We are having a meeting in the office in 20 minutes and we would like for everyone to be there."

But as she was talking I took the towel and dried my hair. I wrapped the towel around my hair and said, "OK, we'll be there."�

She looked at me standing there naked and then she looked at Jamie, sitting in the middle of the bed with the covers gathered around his waist, looking like... well, looking like a horse that had just been ridden, and she gave a little shrug and said, "OK, see you there," and she walked out the door.

I closed the door and Jamie burst out laughing. He was rolling around the bed laughing so hard that tears were coming in his eyes. I went over and kissed him and told him to hurry up and take a shower because Kama Sutra makes you stink. Then he started laughing some more.

At the meeting Miss Johnson said that the owner said the road was clear enough for us to drive on. In fact, if you drive back the way we came, in just a few miles the road is completely clear because that is further downhill and it is warmer. The problem is that the actual road to the campground is a private road and the county doesn't clear that. The private company that clears it thinks they can get there around 2:00 this afternoon.

So, Miss Johnson said we could wait there at the cottages, eat peanut butter and cup-a-soup for lunch again, maybe get to the camp at 2:30 or 3:00, do the last wing activities, eat camp food for supper, watch the closing ceremony, spend one night in the�dormitory, and come home tomorrow, OR... we could just come home. We all voted to just come home.�So here we are.

That, dear Mother, is the story of how I lost my virginity to my cousin Jamie.

� � Wow. That's quite a story.

So, do you think we could invite Jamie to spend the night sometime? I want to fuck him in my own bed.

� � That might take a bit to persuade your father. Men don't usually like to think about�their little daughters fucking. We might get him to agree, but it's not going to happen any time soon. You are going to have be a little patient.

Well, do you think I could spend the night at their house?

� � Knowing your Aunt Martha, I would say that that is never going to happen. In fact, I would say that we would all be better off if you never ever let your Aunt Martha know about this.

Well, could we just invite Jamie to come over some afternoon?

� �That's a lot more doable. But it would have to be after you get on the pill, and you would have to leave your bedroom door open.

What?! Why would we have to leave the door open?

� �Because I want to watch.

Mommm!!

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