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(MF, 1st, oral, rom) *** CHAPTER 1 At the time of this event in my life I was still living at home. Can't beat that free room and board along with the meals and laundry service. My brother Mike has just left home, not totally of his own accord. Poor Mike was a mess and drove my parents insane. Not to say that I was any better, but at least I didn't bring all the stuff (drugs and or women) home, nor did I get caught. Part of Mike's problems are my fault. Well, I should also put the blame on our mother. Like when I was 16 and I got my driver's license. If I wanted to use the car my mother told me that I had to take Mike along also. I guess she wanted him out of her hair, so I got stuck with him. Well some of my friends were not the best role models. I eventually stopped hanging about with a number of those people, but Mike didn't. So Mike was hanging out with an older crowd of social dissidents. By the time he was 18 he was a mess and was basically thrown out. I guess a DUI and a couple of arrests for drugs or minor crimes will do that to you. My mother is so gullible that she could never figure out how a 17 year old who had a job washing dishes could afford to own a nice car and a $1,200 stereo system. He did not get all that money by washing dishes did he. That took place in the summer. My mother is a religious person, practically a saint, in her own mind. She spent (and spends) so much time doing good deeds for others at the church that she never knew what was going on at home. Every Wednesday she would go to a special prayer meeting to pray for our souls. Really! In fact she still does. Well anyway, the church had a new program where a student from a rural area would live with someone in the district so that they could attend one of the churches schools. Well since my parents had a room available (Mikes old room), my mom signed up the family for the program. I was only told about it after the fact. I was concerned that I would be scrutinized more closely so that I would not provide any band influences on this kid. Really I did not care about it. I did not spend much time at home. Home was a place to sleep and eat. That was about it. Home was a place to crash. Well one day about 2 weeks before Labor Day weekend I came home for a quick meal and there at the dinner table was this young girl eating dinner with my parents. I probably said something stupid like who's that. My mother then tried to remind me that she had told me about Mary and that she would be staying with us. I just said OK, I think, and went about on my way. Later on I realized that I had been rude and then I introduced myself properly to Mary. Well Mary was about 15. Kind of homely looking, wearing glasses, with her brown hair tied back, no make-up and a long dress. She was from a farming community about 500 - 600 miles away and never been to a well developed region like ours. Her idea of a shopping center was a five and dime store with a gas pump. I remember her first visit to the mall, she was like a fish out of water. Poor kid did not know much about fun. I mean where she came from had limited television and no nearby movie theater or a place for young people to go. You can only get so much from a book. Her life was not much more than school and chores. So all of this (living with us) was culture shock to say the least. As noted before she moved in about two weeks prior to Labor Day, in mid August. School would start the week after Labor Day. It was still summer and my family had a beach home that we spent the weekends at most of the time. So Mary got a crash course in having fun at the beach. I loved the beach. I was in a band and knew most of the club owners and spent allot of time at them. If you must know how I can get into a club at age 20 the answer is very simple. The original drinking age was 18 in our state, then they changed it to 21, but it only affected those who were not already able to go into the clubs, bars and liquor stores. So since my birthday was before the law went into effect I was able to go into the clubs for about 3 extra years while some of my friends whose birthday was after the first of the year were screwed. Anyway, back to my story, Mary was a homely one to say the least. I didn't scope her out much. I talked to her sometimes, but not much else that first week. Then we went to the beach. My parents had a lot of stuff to haul to the beach that weekend and I was asked if Mary could ride with me (I always took my own car). It was an inconvenience (I like to goof off on the way), but I said I would. My parents left early and I guess we got on the way about an hour or so later. Going to the beach was a ritual for me. I made sure that I was dressed for the occasion, had my coolest sun glasses and that my 1971 MACH 1 Mustang, with its 351 Cleveland 4 barrel engine, was washed and waxed. Mary hadn't yet been anywhere with me anywhere before and was holding on for dear life as at times as I soared down the highway. I mean I moved! I drove that car like I was in the Daytona 500. After a bit of this she started to like the thrill of the ride. I remember saying that this was almost as good as a ride at Disney World, to which she told me that she had never been there or to any other amusement park before. How sad I must have thought. I figured that someone had to show her a goodtime. So on our way to the beach there is this place that had go-carts and some rides. So I took her there and for the first time she drove a go-cart. We did that for about an hour. Then we went into one of the more popular resort area's which is on the way to our beach home. So we stopped at a few popular hangouts, got some burgers and beach fries. Mary kept saying WOW the entire trip. She was impressed by it all. A few guys asked who she was and I just told them that she was my cousin. One of my friends said that she would be cute if she put her hair down, got rid of the glasses and wore shorts or something. I couldn't disagree with that assessment. Finally we got to our beach house where I got yelled at for taking so long. I heard the usual, "where have you been", "what took you so long", and the eternal "we thought that you might be dead". I think you get the idea. That night I figured that Mary would need a makeover, as they call it, if she wanted to survive in OUR world. So the next day I took on this challenge and took Mary to visit this girl I knew (Karen) pretty well, if you get my drift. I asked Karen to help me do a makeover on Mary. First Karen worked on her hair then added a little make up. Not bad for a start. The glasses were still there, but I would solve that latter ( I will explain that soon). But her clothes were so gaudy, I think that might be an appropriate term in this case. So Karen had a few older things about that might fit Mary. Lucky for us we did find a few things that worked. After that we took Mary shopping for some additional clothes. With the new clothes and the makeover Mary looked pretty good. If it were not for her pale skin (which is kind of popular these days, but not then) she would have been real attractive. So I figured that she needed to get some sun. So we went back to the beach house to get our swim suits and go to the beach. Then I saw her idea of a swim suit. Oh my god, it looked like something straight out of the 1940's or 50's. That would not do at all. In fact it would get he laughed right off the beach. If I recall it right, I said to her something like, "you must be kidding, you're not going to wear that are you". This was a crisis situation in my mind. No way was I going to be seen on the beach with a girl in a suit like that under any circumstance. It would ruin me for sure. So I had her put back on her new street clothes and we headed to the nearest store that sold swimwear. I did not have Karen with me so it was I that was going to be the cultural expert and basically pick out the best swimsuit for this young girl. At that time my opinion of a swimsuit was, less is best, if you get my meaning. I was trying to get her to get a real skimpy two piece outfit, but she would not go for that, so we/she ended up with a one piece that left most of the back open, that was a real hot looking yellow and orange thing. This girl I kind of knew, that worked there, helped me talk Mary into it. Now we were set, once I made sure we had some suntan lotion and sunglasses. I did not want to have Mary turn beet red on her first day to the beach. In fact it was her first day ever to see the ocean. Mary was far sighted and needed her glasses somewhat, but I prevailed upon her to wear the sunglasses to the beach instead. We had an enjoyable afternoon at the beach. Mary meet some of my friends and I even enjoyed rubbing her with the suntan lotion. When we got back my mother gave me the fifth degree about where have we been to which I simply replied the beach. Then she went on about taking Mary there, and I just said something like, "It's the beach, what do you want her to do, sit here in the air-conditioning and watch TV all day like you do!" My mom said nothing and my dad laughed. A little later we had a discussion about it. I simply stated that if Mary was going to be there she might as well enjoy herself, and I promised not to get her into any trouble and all of that crap. My dad was pretty good about it. Mom was still a nit about all of it. I then said that they should just ask her, if she had a good time or if I did anything wrong. Well with that and my father's support I got a reluctant vote of confidence. My dad liked Mary. He grew up in a similar type of environment to hers and could identify with her. My mom must have been in the motherly mode and wanted to treat her as the daughter she never had or a china doll. I should have pointed out that Mary was a only child and her parents were not exactly well to do. If it were not for the program set up by the church, there is no way she would have ever gotten to go to a nice school. After dinner my dad and I took Mary fishing on our boat. She liked that and by the end of the day she had my dad won over without any problems whatsoever. That night in TRUMAN BEACH the band from the movie Animal House, aka "Otis Day and the Knights" (I am not making that part up at all), was playing an outdoor show on the beach. I offered to take Mary along and my folks said ok. We had a great time. Mary had never seen a rock band of any kind perform before. Hillbilly music is the best she might have seen played by some old guys missing about a third of their teeth. Only drawback was that I was with Mary and could not go and shack up with anyone that night. On the way back she told me that she had fun. She must have noticed that I was not having as much fun as her. So she asked me about it and I was fairly honest, as I recall. I basically told her that I had to watch her so I was not able to run off with anyone, ie. girls, and had to keep out of any potential trouble. She even said that she was sorry. She felt guilty about it, but I told her it was not her fault. Still it was apparent that she felt guilty. The next week was kind of strange as she went out of her way to make sure that I was happy. She would stay home even when I offered to let her go someplace with me. This made my mom happy of course. I then confronted Mary about why she was avoiding me. She said that she did not want to get in my way. I could see where she would get that idea. So I told her not to worry about it. Know about those glasses. She still had those lame ugly glasses and lucky for us, our cousin was an eye doctor at a pearl vision center. So we went over he checked out her glasses and fixed her up with new glasses that looked good on her. However, if I had my way she would have gotten contacts. Well with the new clothes, hair style, glasses and the tan she quickly acquired after about one week she was looking pretty good, but she was still incredibly naive about things. Finally Labor Day week arrived. As with most holiday weekends, I turned into a four day weekend as I took of work as well. Well to be honest I did not care about my lame part time job and if they had fired me I could have cared less. Also school would start on the following week also (not that I cared, but I was a part time student at a local college). Even Mike was allowed to spend the holiday at the beach. He visited for the whole of about three hours. He and his friends were camping out someplace. The first night down there I did not take Mary with me. I got toasted and got laid (by whom I do not have a clue) and got back the next morning before sunrise. I was a wreck that day. I wore sunglasses indoors and ate a bottle of aspirin and drank coffee, which is something I do not like to drink. After about an hour of pestering by Mary I did take her to the beach just to quiet her up, and as long as she did not yell. I think I just took a beach chair and passed out there until she woke me up to go back. Other than that I do not recall much. That night there was another one of those on the beach concerts and my parents (mostly my dad) suggested that I take Mary since I was going. I must have not have been with it cause I said yes, cause there was this girl that really wanted me who I was too meet that night. Talk about throwing a wet blanket on things. Oh we did meet up and did sit together on the beach to watch the show. Yes we made out, but it was strange to do with Mary next to us. I had to tell the girl that Mary was my cousin and that I had to keep an eye on her. Well I did not get laid that night. Mary knew that something was up. She was pretty quiet about it. This is when she asked me what did she do wrong. I said that she did nothing, it was that I just could not make out with that girl with her there. Like I said Mary was naive alright. She had though that what I had done was making out. I laughed at her statement and told her that for me was much more than just kissing and holding hands. Next thing I know she asks for me to tell her about it. So I just told her that I meant having sex. Then this is what she said (in so many words anyway), "isn't kissing sex"? I then asked her if she knew what having sex was all about. To which she gave a very typical nerdy response that indicated that this 15 year old had no idea of what I was talking about. So I asked her if they had sex education at her old school, and she said no, and then I asked her if her parents ever discussed it with her, and her response to that was that her parents never talked about stuff like that. Also none of the girls she had gone to school with ever talked to her about it much. Since she did not have many friends back home, and lived so far from the school, she did not partake in any after school activities either. Talk about living a sheltered life. At first I was going to suggest that she talk to my mom about it. Then common sense prevailed. Like what would my mom, the saint, say if Mary started to ask her about sex. After blurting that out, I told Mary never to ask my mom about sex since it would put a stop to her having a good time ever again. If that had happened who knows what would have occurred. So the next day I called Karen. I filled her in and asked her to talk to Mary, of course I didn't tell Karen what prompted this. Well being the friend that she was, she agreed to talk to Mary and that morning I dragged Mary over to Karen's house. I then went in and then I left Mary with Karen as I said that I would be back in about an hour and then quickly informed Mary on my way out the door that Karen was going to have a talk to her. So I bolted. I went down to the beach and hanged out with some friends for about an hour and a half. I really have no idea as to what transpired during my absence. Karen provided me minimal details other than that Mary asked allot of strange, hard to answer, questions for a 15 year old. Apparently she did not know much about the sex's at all. The ride back was quiet. I did not want to drive right back to the house so I took a detour, a long one at that. It was on this quiet ride that Mary asked me if I thought that she was pretty or not. I did not have an answer for her. I guess I told her that she was pretty, I just do not recall what I told her at that time. Then she asked if she was as pretty as the girl I was making out with the night before on the beach. I told her that it was different, to which she replied was it because she was only 15. I then told her that she was more of a sister to me. Then she said, but I am not your sister. Well I knew where this was leading. No where good that was for sure. I was not ready for this at all. I will admit that. If you had ever read some of my other stories it is apparent that I was a sex fiend, as one of my female cousins would often call me starting back in the 7th grade as I would sit with a friend or two and look up girls dresses in the stair wells. I had sex with some of my cousins in my early teens, but of course they were older now also, not that I had sex with them anymore, but now at that time, I was involved with women (not girls) my own age. I was not chasing high school girls anymore, ever since I started college. It was not the in thing for guys to always date high school girls, but I was aware that it was very popular with high school girls to hook up with college boys all the time. Not that any of this had to do much with Mary. She only had just learned from Karen the fundamentals about sex. I doubt that she knew anything about college highjinks, or frat parties, or anything else for that matter. As this conversation kept going, and it was driving me nuts, I kept getting a ill feeling in my gut. It took some time for me, and my limited social graces, to figure out where Mary was at. I do know what Karen had told her, but to me it seemed that Mary had a crush on me. I was the first guy she had ever meet that spent any time with her. No male had ever show her any kindness before and at her age she was beginning to mature. I had been very nice to her and she responded in a fairly typical manner, but one that I was not prepared for. However, as I stated, I was not prepared or looking for this kind of thing at that time. So I was not overly receptive of this affection at that moment in my life. In other words, I was a rude. I just told her that we could not have that kind of relationship and that she had to accept that. Yeah, she cried a little, I got nasty and the rest of the holiday was a bust. CHAPTER 2 About a week after school started I told her I was sorry if I hurt her feelings. Mostly cause she was mopping all about the house when I was there. Soon things were fine. To make up for my rudeness I offered to let her spend the weekend at the beach with me. It was mid September, and the weather was still real warm and hot. Most of the tourists were gone, but there was still allot to do at the beach. My parents had a social engagement that weekend so they could not go. They had wanted me to stay home to kind of watch Mary, but I really wanted to go to the beach, so I said that Mary could go with me. I was surprised that they accepted this. So after school on that Friday, I packed up the Mustang and Mary and I headed for the beach. We talked very little at first then she told me that she understood more about why I did not like her. I told her that I liked her fine, but more like a family member, which is what she was, kind of. She then told me that she had meet some girls at school who told her all about boys and what they liked to do. Now that had me going, I just had to find out what these 14 - 16 year old girls thought that boys wanted. This was of unique interest to me and I just had to find out what little girls would say about guys like me. So I asked her to tell me what they had told her. Well it was the typical stuff about boys just wanting sex. Then she said that they talked about masturbation. Then she had to ask, "what is masturbation"? I nearly wrecked the car. After I regained my composure, I had to ask her, "you do not know what masturbation is?". The answer was no! Yes, people this is real, no fiction here. Here I was with a 15 year old female who had no idea what masturbation was. hell she did not have any real ideas about what sex really involved. I could have been a real sick bastard like the jerk who is reading this right now, that is saying to himself, 'oh yes, I would love to teach her all about that'. Yes I mean you! In real life you do not go from hello my name is XXXX to lets go fuck in one hour. Well not unless you are at a bar where you can find real easy women. I do know those places, but they do not suit me that often. Well anyway, I was still shocked about this thing. She then asked me about it. I then tried to explain that it was not easy for me to talk about with her. She then asked if Karen might be able to tell her, but I did not want to invoke Karen again. I would have to think of something else. So I told her that I would think about it. That I did. What to do, get a book. That was an idea that I did consider. But would technical terms help in anyway. Then I did come up with an idea. The only problem was that it was not typical, or not to me at least. On Saturday we did go to the beach. It was hot and not crowded at all. As I was pondering what to tell her I could not help but to stare at her as she kept going back and forth from the water. A friend of mine sat next to me for awhile and told me, " that your cousin is pretty cute, and that he would go after her if she was not my cousin". I had to agree with that statement. But still given the situation it was not a good idea for us to get involved at all. I was almost five years older than her and it would be extremely wrong to even think about her in any other manner than as a friend. At the same time I was stuck as the responsible person who had to end up telling her about sex. Not a job that I could not typically handle, but then the situation was not a typical one either if you can understand what I mean. I had already formulated my plan in my mind and had contract a friend of mine to borrow something, which I picked up on the way home. I got us a pizza for dinner that night and after dinner I told Mary that we needed to talk. I then said that I had thought about what she had asked, about masturbation and sex. She looked nervous, no more than I was, as I continued to say that she could ask me what she wanted. Well the first question was the same as the day before, "what is masturbation"? So I gave her a basic answer telling her that masturbation was a form of self sex or a way that both men and women could make themselves feel good. Of course she wanted me to explain how. Now this is where my stopping off at my friends comes into the picture. I told her that it was not easy to explain, nor could I really show her either, but there was an option. However, she could never tell anyone about it. So I had to make her agree to that first and she did. Well what I had done was borrow a video tape (Debbie Does Dallas). It had all kinds of stuff on it and my buddy had cued it up to a female masturbation scene for me in advance. So I told her what the tape was an put it into the VCR. I told her to watch the tape and that it would show her about masturbation. I then went for a walk. I must have been gone for at least a half hour or more before I started back. I did not want to bolt in on her yet, so I peeked in a window. The window I peeked through was slightly behind her and the TV was in the foreground. So when I looked I could see what she was watching, plus I could see what she was doing to a degree. Well the tape was still running and had gone beyond the masturbation part (it was at that gang band part - if you have ever seen the film). Mary was looking uncomfortable and was squirming in her seat. But she was not masturbating, but she was sweating. So I decided to go on in. I went up on the porch, so that she could hear me approaching and as I did she stopped the VCR. I played it cool and asked her if the tape helped any. Her answer was one of yes and no. She was very nervous about all of it. She went on to tell me that she had no idea that sex was like she had seen in the film. I did tell her that it was just a film, but that was basically what "having" sex was. Also she was more curious about the male body. She had only seen a nude male in a few pictures before. Then she asked about love. She asked if you had to love someone to have sex. I told her no, that sometimes, well most of the time, that people had sex for the pleasure alone and that you did not have to be in love to have sex, but that it does help. Then she asked if I loved that girl from the other week, to which I said not really. Then she asked if I had sex with her, being bold I told her that I had. However, I tell her that I liked the girl. I went on to add that I did not have sex with just anyone. Then she wanted to know who did I have sex with. I did not have a good answer for that, nor do I still. As I recall I told her that when I was younger I did it for the sake of doing it, but that now (then) I did it only when it seemed right (whatever that means). I asked her if that made any sense to which she said no. I tried to define it better, but I think I failed. She then asked how old was I when I first had sex. So I told her the truth, and said that I was 12. I did not tell her with whom even though she did ask. This conversation just went around and around as she kept asking allot of personal questions. Eventually as she wanted to know more I did warn her that just because it seemed that everyone else was having sex she did not have to do that. I then even told her that despite the fact that I started at age 12, that I was not a typical example, so she should not use me as an example of what most people do. I told her that some people wait till they are really in love or when they get married to have sex. I only personally know of a few people that ever did that (probably my mom is one). Eventually the conversation died down and we just watched some regular television. After that we went to a movie. Unfortunately it was a romantic comedy film. When we got back I turned on the TV. I then asked her if she wanted to watch anything particular. To my surprise she said the sex video. I really did not expect that at all. Even more surprising was the fact that I put it in the VCR, rewound the tape, and hit the play button. Now I had seen this film many a time so it had minimal effect on me whatsoever. As for Mary that was another story. She looked like she had ants in her pants. Finally the questions came. She sounded very nervous as she asked me anything. First was the shower scene in the school lock room, which had not seen before. The question then was about the girl giving the one guy a blowjob. Well Mary then said that it looked nasty and wanted to know if guys really liked that and I told her yes. Then I even added that guy do the same for girls also. Now that statement brought more questions than I was really ready to answer. I think I responded by saying that a guy kind of masturbates the girl for her and that I think that it might be in the film someplace. Well soon enough we had that scene as one of the studs in the film did pleasure a girl orally. I then told her that was what a guy can do to a girl. She asked what it was like, to which I basically told her that for me it was Ok, as for the girl, I had to assume from my own experience that women liked it. If you have ever seen "Debbie Does Dallas", a well done film indeed, it has a little of everything. Not too gross and just enough of every sexual variation to provide an example. When the tape was over she asked if I had another tape, which I did. It just happened to be the movie "Taboo", the original one that is. I must have not been thinking as I said yes to her question, as she asked if she could see it. As most of you know in this film, it features a major brother and sister scene along with mother son and father daughter, amongst other aspects. When Mary realized that the two people in the film were brother and sister (I did not tell her that they were not really brother and sister) she was shocked. She said that she did not know that brothers and sisters could have sex together. I kind of joked about her not even knowing anything about sex and then tried to point out that it was just a film. As the film got to the part where the brother made it with both his girlfriend and his sister Mary started to ask more questions. She then noted that the guy in the film was the girls older brother and that the girl was in high school. To this I just said yes, then she asked me about the girlfriend in the film. She wanted to know if that the brother was having sex with her why did he want to have sex with his sister. I did not have an answer to this question at all, nor did I give one. Finally she asked the following question. I will try to quote it correctly, "If you had a sister would you want to have sex with her"? That was a loaded question. I said nothing at all for a few minutes, then said that I did not know. Then she kept at it, noting that the guy in the film had a girlfriend just like I did, but still had sex with his sister. It was at this point that I stopped the VCR. This had gone far enough! She asked me why I stopped the film and I told her that she had seen enough. Well actually more than enough really. After that she wanted to know if I loved her. Another loaded question, to which I said, that I guess I loved her like a sister. Oops! That brought up that the fact that the film had a brother and sister having sex, to which I responded again that it was just a film and that it was not real. Then she asked me if there was anyone that I loved like that to which I did admit yes. Then she wanted to know if it was one of my girlfriends to which I had to say it was not. Well I had opened myself to more questions. Finally she asked who then. Well I did not know what to say to that at all. I told her that she did not live around here and that she lived far away. That was an honest answer. She wanted to know her name. Well I thought that I was safe so I gave her a name, Jenny. Then she asked what did I like I about her so I described her somewhat. Then I got the bad news as she asked, "don't you have a cousin named Jenny"? I was surprised by this and had to ask what do you mean, to which she informed me that my dad had told her about our relatives, his family down south, and had mentioned that I had a cousin named Jenny and had show a picture of my cousins to her. Also the girl named Jenny in the photo that my dad showed her looked allot like the girl I had just described. I was in a spot to say the least. I just replied, that I was younger then and that we should not have done anything, to which she replied how young was I, "my age"?, referring to herself. I then told her that no one hardly knows about this and that it was a secret. But she wanted to know more as she promised not to tell, so I gave her some information, just enough to satisfy her curiosity about Jenny and me. In all I told her that Jenny and I had sex a number of times and that we loved each other, but since we were cousins we could be together. After that Mary said that she loved me. By this time I was not surprised by this at all. I could tell it was coming. What I did not expect her to do was to kiss me. It was (as I found out latter ) her first ever kiss with a boy, excluding her dad or grandfather. It was not a bad kiss mind you given the fact that she had never done this before. I did not offer any real response to her action. I then tried to explain that even if I loved her it wouldn't be right for us to do anything. I did the best I could at that time and eventually we went to our respective bedrooms that night. CHAPTER 3 I had a hard time going to sleep that night, but had assumed that I had nipped the problem, as it was, in the butt. Well have you ever heard the saying never assume anything or that to assume something makes an ass out of you and me (ass u me). I was in a deep sleep, as usual with me. I can typically sleep through a war or an earthquake. Well I was sound asleep and feeling very good and relaxed when I woke up for some reason. When I did I realized that I was not alone. Now I like to sleep in just my underpants, and I was only wearing them that night. Well when I woke up I found Mary lying next to me. She was cuddled up close to my backside. She was asleep, but was not grabbing at my penis or anything ( but then I was sound asleep and would not have known if she had done anything or not). She was wearing her PJ's so it was my opinion she did not do some sex act. I did not want to wake her up, she did look cute. But I could not have this. So I rolled on to my side and reluctantly I woke her up. I just stared into her eyes and asked what was she up to. I got no answer. So I got nasty and kind of yelled at her asking her, in a demanding manner, what she was thinking when she decided to just get into bed with me. Next thing I know she is crying and saying I am sorry. That got me feeling guilty. I really should not have felt sorry at all, but hey I am a compassionate person, down deep that is, so I stopped yelling at her. So I said that it was ok and tried to be the nice guy and console her, and in the process I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her response was to give me a kiss in return, a passionate one at that. Not once mind you but twice, with her lying practically on top of me on the second one. I did not push her away this time. Why, I don't know. She off course said that she loved me and I told her the same, but I did not mean it the same way she meant it. We just laid there hugging for awhile. Sorry we did not have sex of any kind that morning. By the end of that weekend Mary was totally infatuated with me. I tried to discourage her, but it was a losing battle. *** The next week I confided in my best friend Tom (see story "Toms Gift") of my situation. I had told him before that she was my cousin, but I filed him in on the real deal. Tom, being the way he is, which is not much different than my typical attitude, was wanting me to fix him up with her. That would not be a good idea at all. I knew better than that. Tom then asked why didn't I go for it. Of course he said that he would if it were him, but that was a lie. Talking to Tom proved to be of little help. All he saw was an easy target for sexual release. The fact that we both realized that Mary was a virgin did not help either. To him she would be just another notch on the gun, well my gun, as he was referring to the fact that I should do her. I can quote Tom as saying, "you know she wants it". But then Tom says that about every female he sees. Sick bastard. Tempting as it seemed I could not do that without being disowned or worse. So I just tried to avoid her when possible. However that was not always possible. We, the family, did go to the beach a few more times in September, during which times I made sure that if Mary was with me, we were not alone. She would not dare do anything if others were around. Well one problem started in October. My dad had a job where typically he worked from 6 am till about 3 pm, while my mom did have a 9 to 5 job and got home around 5:30 to 6. I was at college and had very flexible hours and of course Mary went to a nearby school and got home around 3:30 to 4. Well my dad's hours got switched. He had to work from 3 till 12. This meant that neither of them would be there when Mary got home from school. So they asked that when possible for me to make sure I was home between 3 and 6. Well I made no promises and made sure that they gave Mary a key to the house. I told them that I had a key when I was 12, so why couldn't she have a key. So things seemed to be working out fine. I just did not come home that often. I figured that Mary could be trusted and so did they. One day I did come home however. I did not see Mary when I came in that day. Usually she would have been downstairs doing home work or watching the television. I then just went on about my business and headed up to my room. Well I guess I must have not been too noisy. When I got upstairs the TV in my room was on and I could hear something but could not make it out. I wanted to see what was up so I kept quiet and was able to see that Mary was in my room. But it was what she was watching and doing that got my attention. She was watching one of my porno tapes. Now I had thought that I had the few I had well hidden, but somehow she found them, which meant that she had been searching about my room. Well that was not enough, as I said she was watching the video tape (I do not recall what it was), but at the same time she was in her underwear and had her hand in her crotch. I guess she had finally figured out about masturbation. From what I could tell she was into it. That was apparent since she never heard me come in or noticed me as I watched her for several minutes. Finally watching all of this was having an effect on me, so with that I decided to scare the crap out of her. So with little fanfare I entered the room and then I just said out loud to her, "enjoying yourself"! I thought that she might have a heart attach the way she jumped up. She was really embarrassed. I don't blame her. I had felt like that one time when I had a girl over before when my parents were not home and my brother Mike burst in on us. Well I kind of laughed and left the room and went downstairs. A few minutes later she, clothed by now, she came down and was complaining about me scaring her. I responded by saying something like, "what was she going to do, tell my parents that she was watching a porno tape and masturbating?" I did not expect an answer to that, nor did I get one. So I then asked her if she liked doing that. After a few moments she did say yes. Well at least that proved that she was human and honest about her feelings. I just told her that next time to be more careful, cause if my mom caught her there would be hell to pay. Well I have to also say that this whole experience even had me worked up. I had to really concentrate to not allow myself to get overwhelmed by having watched Mary masturbate. Like it is not every day that a cute 15 year old girl masturbates in my bedroom. So I then told her that I had to go out and that she had an hour before my mom would be home and told her that she could go back to doing what she was before I came in. With that I left her there speechless. I do not know what she did right away, but I would finally ask several months later, if she did go back to my room, and the answer was yes. The whole experience of being caught was an emotional high for her. I after leaving the house rode to a deserted dead end road and basically masturbated myself. I would never admit to her that having watched her masturbating got me turned on. That would have lead to more problems than I could have handled at that time in my life. We did not discuss the incident at all. The next few weeks were odd indeed. I did know that Mary was still at times viewing my video tape. I would place it in such a way that when I checked latter I could tell if it had been moved, but I never said anything about it. Nor did I attempt to sneak up on her. This kind of game went on for awhile. Mary at times would try to catch me on my out of the bath, so I started to take my clothes with me into the bathroom. The only way I could fool around at home was when she was at school and my dad might go do something, but that was not likely and I did have classes myself. All of this was putting a damper on my own sexual activities. Like I had no place of my own to bring someone to, which meant if the girl I picked up or was dating didn't either it was costing me the price of a motel room. I have to admit that sometimes I can be a cheap bastard and that also some of the girls I picked up were not worth the price of a motel room. For thanksgiving, my parents were going to take Mary to visit her parents for the weekend. Mary tried to get me to go, but I had a class that I really could not miss and besides I knew it was not a good idea at all. Who knows, Mary could have planned a shotgun wedding, wishful thinking I know, but then again they were rural southern types. Well Mary did wear her old glasses back at home and a mix of her clothes, I guess from seeing what she packed for the four day weekend. At least with them all gone I could have fun in the house. In fact I had a party and had sex with a women in my room for the first time in nearly three months. Given that it was only four days, well really three, I had to make the best of my time. When they got back my father gave me a report on Mary's family. These people were dirt poor. They did not have much. Their church was not much more than a mission and that there was not much to do there. The house was an old farmhouse, with no air- conditioning, and only space heaters. They had minimal television reception (I think he said only 3 or 4 channels), of course they did not have cable, no VCR (like where would they find a video store anyway) and the nearest house to theirs was over a mile away. He did say that Mary's mom did keep the house nice, but it was like going back in time. Given where my father grew up, he just said that he knew "niggers" who lived better than that. I hope that line does not piss anyone off, but that is what he said, and that was kind of tame for my dad whose own brother was in the KKK and his uncle was grand wizard at one time, or so I have been told on several occasions. I know that my mom invited them to visit us, but they could not afford to do so. If it were not for this program by the church, Mary would still be stuck there. They had no means to send her away to a school. They were hoping that by going to school here she might do well enough to get a scholarship to a college someplace. That's the only reason that they were willing to let their only child live with strangers and go to a school hundreds of miles away from them. My mother did not say much about it, but from what she did say to her friends, as I overheard some of her phone conversations, that she felt real sorry for them. It sounded like a pity party at times. Typical for my mom, the saint. All of this lead my mom to be more helpful to Mary. I guess she wanted to help make up for all that she had missed out on in life so far. Also it was a chance to do something right, Mike was a complete failure who sent her into therapy, and I was not that much better. It had been decided that Mary was going to spend the Christmas holidays with us. So my mom was going to make it one to remember. Since my dad was not much into this, nor driving up to the big city which was about 45 minutes away, I was asked to take her and Mary to the city to see the holiday shows and to go Christmas shopping. Actually I did not mind, I always liked the stores huge light show and had not seen it for a number of years. So we had a nice day in the city. At this time I want to pause and say that after what my parents told me about where Mary was from got me thinking. I thought about how sad it would be for her to have to go back to live in such an environment. I know that I could never handle it. After having been with us for even three months it would seem that Mary could never be happy back there after seeing what the world offered. I mean her horizon had been greatly expanded. One of my usual holiday rituals is to put lights up on the house and that year I put over 5,000 up. I did hear about that when my dad got the electric bill in January. Mary loved all the lights. I took her out each night to see houses with lights on them. The weekend before Christmas my mom hosted a real big (well big for us that is) party. We had not done one of these since I was about Mary's age. I was in a good mood so I asked Mary what she wanted for Christmas. Well she told me that she would tell me latter. That seemed OK, and I did not think about it again. I did not hear back from her prior to Christmas day but I did get her some nice gifts including some clothes and a watch. Even Mike was nice enough to join us on Christmas day. Prior to that he had been jealous about Mary being there. I told him about how poor she was and all of that and then even he started to be nice to her. Or at least as possible for Mike, the little prick that he was. Good thing that he got his ass straightened out eventually, but then he did have a good lawyer. Well that day I did ask Mary what she had wanted cause she had never told me. So she asked me to go along with her when she visited her parents in February during the Presidents weekend holiday. Since it was a Christmas request I did say yes. I also asked her if that was all she wanted and her response was "for now", I believe. *** The next night my folks were going to a private party so I was asked to stay home. Well more like it was an order. After they had gone I was just watching something on television when Mary came in and sat next to me. She just sat there and looked at me real funny like, so I then said "what" to her. I barely turned away from the TV during this whole ordeal, as she basically said the following, "I never did tell you what I really wanted for Christmas", to which in my daze at watching the TV just said, "what might that be", at least this is how I remember it, and her response was "you"! Well I did hear that. I tried to ignore it though. I then tired to defuse the situation by saying wouldn't you rather just go shopping. But this was much more serious than that. She really did mean what she was saying. At the beginning of this story I had said that I was not sure if I should even mention or post this story. I have this real good memory, which is racially a photographic memory. So I do really recall what happened in detail. Well for you sex freaks this is where it gets interesting. I just remember sitting there looking at her. She looked real nervous, no more than I was, then she gave me this little speech. Basically she said that she had given it lots of thought and that she knew what she was doing. Apparently she had been talking to some girls at school that she had gotten friendly with. She also had gotten friendly with the younger sister of Cathy (see the story of mine titled "The Visit") who was a girl that I often screwed when I was in my early teens and this girl had been told about me by her sister. She must have really thought out in detail what she wanted to say to me that night. She did really express her feelings well and I was quite impressed to say the least. She sounded very mature about the whole thing. Well anyway, Mary had come up with all kinds of logical, "yeah right," reasons as to why it would be ok for us to be together. Oh it made all kinds of since to a 15 year old and it would have made since to me too, if I were a 15 year old. It came down to her saying that she loved me and wanted me to be her first. Now I knew what that referred to. I was still ill prepared for this. I had by now assumed that she had gotten over this. It had been months since I caught her in my room and even longer since the incident at the beach house. Well apparently I was wrong cause the next thing I knew she was kissing me. It was much more than what she had ever done before. I then asked her where did she learn that, to which she replied from watching my video tapes. The she did it again. It was one of the more honest times in my life. I had to be both honest with her and myself that night. Truly she was not the little homely girl that I had first meet in August. The one who I had to take out and have Karen do a makeover on her and even tell her the basics of sex. She had begun to mature fast, but then in an awkward way. She was still not really ready for this, in my opinion at least. Her entire basis for this was from talking to a few girls at school and from watching some porno flicks. However it was apparent that she was determined in this. I had been for months acting has her protector, but now I had to consider protecting her from myself. CHAPTER 4 The moment of truth had arrived. What would I do. Would I accept her offer, of herself, or refuse her once again. Whatever I did it would prove to be like a double edged sword. There was danger either way I went. If I refused would she re-double her efforts and do something real foolish to get me to have sex with her or worse yet she might go elsewhere to obtain her first sexual experience with a male. If I said yes I would be doing something that violated my parents trust, not that I often cared much about what my parents thought, but at the same time I had set a few (a few) standards of my own. Also the simple fact that I was 20 and she was 15 was a concern since it would be illegal for me to have sex with a minor now that I was over 19 in our state. Yes its legal in some but not here. If it were not for my parents I would have never even waited this long to do her, but that is the problem here, is it, or was it. Well anyway I came up with a mixed answer. In other words I offered to take it a step at a time. A little of this and a little of that to start with to see how it went. I would set the pace. Hopefully we might never have to go all the way and she might change her mind or by that time I would not feel guilty. So I set some ground rules as if you can really do that, but I tried. I told her that we would take it real slow and at one step at a time. I guess to her that anything was an improvement to nothing at all as she just said yes. I think that she expected me to fuck her right there and then, but that was not likely. She even asked if I wanted to take of her clothes or what to do. Instead I told her that she had to start at step one, which is just making out. Safe enough. So I started with some fondling and some real heavy kissing. I never took her really beyond the extreme heavy petting stage for about two hours. Eventually we went to her room and striped down to our underwear. I went as far as removing her bra and kissing her all over and she even had an orgasm from all of that, but that was a far as it went that night. It did satisfy her pretty good, but for me it was frustrating. I had a raging hard on that I could not get rid of nor did I offer to let Mary have a go at it either. After she had her orgasm she was spent. Lucky kid most guys her age would have skipped all of the foreplay and just gone for the cherry. However, over time I had learned a few things such as that most females do not orgasm while having intercourse. Since my objective was to make her feel sexually good that was not necessary. Oh it would have made me feel real good but then I was the one who did not want to really do this in the first place right. So after getting her off, I went to my room and had to do myself. It didn't take much, believe me. *** The next day I went out with a girl I had been dating and when the opportunity come up, I made sure to go for it. However, the whole time all I could think about was making out with Mary. The next couple of days were nice as Mary was being extremely helpful. I made sure she understood that she should not hang all over me, or my parents would ask all kind of unwanted questions about what was going on and we did not want that at all. She did keep asking me when we could have sex again and that she wanted more. So I offered to stay home on New Year's Eve so that my parents could go to the churches New Year's Party. I was not much into New Years Parties anyway. I could have gone to several and had several girls bugging me to go with them. Anyway I stayed home. My mom thanked me several times for doing so. Yeah, Mary would be thanking me even more that night. My folks were not even gone 15 minutes before Mary asked me what we were going to do. I did not say anything at first, but I just told her to come and sit down on my lap and then I gave her a big French kiss. I then asked if she was sure about this, of course her response was positive, at which I put my hand into her jeans and ran my and down to her pussy and gave it a rub. I had not done that to her yet and it did catch her off guard as I ran my finger along her slit and then took my hand and licked it right in front of her. Then if put the same finger in her mouth and then we kissed once again. Only three days before I was not willing to go through this, but over the past several days I just could not get her out of my head for some reason. With that I picked her up and took her to my room. I put her down and took off her shoes, socks and jeans. I then kicked my shoes off and dropped my pants as well. Then I sat down next to her gave her a kiss and finished to take off most of my outerwear. I then sat her up and removed her shirt and then we cuddled a bit in just our underwear. Finally I removed her bra, not that it really covered much, and kissed her small breasts. Then I reached down and rubbed her crotch through her panties. They were a little bit on the wet side. After a few minutes I removed them and for the first time I saw her pussy. I would continue to rub her for awhile until she had a minor orgasm. After she recovered I asked her how that felt and she said that it felt wonderful. It was at this point that I told her that it was her turn to make me feel wonderful. With that I gave her the choice of removing my briefs or doing it myself. Of course I hoped she would chose to do it herself, it would be so much more exciting, and lucky for me she chose to do so. I then sat her up and stood up in front of her. My dick was trying to bust out as it was and I knew that she had never seen one before, other than on film. She had to be nervous, well so was I. She just sat there so I took her hands in mine and held them for a moment and then placed her hands on the waistbands of my briefs and helped her to remove them. Shyly she tried to look away from me. After my shorts were far enough down I just stepped out of them. Mary barely would look at it. So I stood her up in front of me and gave her a kiss. I could feel the tension in her body and her heart racing. So I then walked us across the hall and into the shower. A nice shower is a good way to relax. I have done this before and it always works well. After a few minutes in the shower she was beginning to relax. I started by standing behind her loosely and slowly I pulled her closer to me. I know that she could feel my boner against her but she did not say anything. I just kissed her on the neck and shoulder as I held her in my arms. Finally I turned her around to face me. I just pulled her close to me and held her tight. After sometime she started to touch me more openly. Well we could spend the night in the shower so eventually I turned the water off and we stepped out. I lifter her up and stood her on the toilet seat, wrapped a towel around her and dried her off while kissing her body as I did so. I then had her dry me off. I did not stand on the toilet though. She had no problem drying my backside, but she still was prepared to dry my front. So I just then lead her back to the bedroom and we then laid on the bed together. We kissed and I rubbed her up and down. Finally I just took her hands and held them against me. The slowly I took her right hand and placed it down at my crotch. She almost pulled away. So I asked her if she wanted to stop, but she said no. I told her not to be afraid and for her to trust me. With that I again placed her hand down on my dick and she did not pull away. Finally I got her to touch it and to start exploring my body. Having gotten past that obstacle I explained oral sex to her. I told her what I had done to her so far was a form of oral sex. She understood that pretty easy enough. Now I wanted her to do for me what I had done for her. In other words I wanted her to jack me off. So I had to teach her how to jack me off. I did not have her suck me off just yet. But I did her to give me a good hand job. When I came I had her play with my sperm. I rubbed it on her and then I wanted her to taste it. In order to get her to do this I had to do so myself. I had never done this, well not planned at least, but if I expected her to taste my sperm I would have to show her it was Ok. So I did. Then she did so also. Then I told her that girls did the same thing as I took her hand and placed it on her pussy to show her it was wet too. I then rubbed her hand down there and then I licked her fingers off. Then I kissed her and then told her that oral sex was very pleasurable at which I proceeded to demonstrate this by starting at her breasts and then slowly moving down to her clit. I was rubbing her lightly and was inserting a finger slightly into her. Then I kissed her down there right on her clit. It sent shock waves through her entire body. I kept at it as I licked her and probed her to an incredible orgasm. Having no idea what to do Mary just seemed like she was hyperventilating. She did not scream thank god, more like she was gasping for air. When she came at full tilt I could feel the fluid come out of her body. I cupped what I could in my hand and offered it to her mouth. She did not know at first what it was. I had to tell her what it was. She did not object, besides she was not exactly in total control of her faculties at that time. Taking full advantage of the situation I then had her reach down and start to jack me off, but then I whispered into her ear that she needed to do to me like I had just done to her. So I first had her start by rubbing my prick on her face and then she kissed it a few times. Finally I persuaded her lick it and then to open her mouth. She was pretty obedient at this point. Still she was not that great at this. Eventually I took her head in my hands and helped things along. She did not refuse me during this. I was careful not to get rough with her by pulling her hair or shoving my dick down into her so hard to make her choke or gag. When I was ready to cum I didn't give her any warning. I just held her in place and did it in her mouth. At first she didn't realize what was happening, but then she tried to pull away. I held her in place for a few moments and then I let pull her mouth off of me. By then she had already had most of my load in her mouth. I then reached over and kissed her, tasting my own sperm in the process, thus making her having to swallow it. I'll admit that it did feel real good. After a few minutes I told her that was oral sex (speaking about everything we had done so far) and I wanted to know if she liked what we had done so far and that left only one real thing to explore if she was up to it. Basically she was not sure what to say about oral sex, other than it made her feel real good. As for giving it she was not as committal about that, but then said that it was give and take kind of thing with sex, that in order to get something you had to give something. It was apparent that regardless of anything else she sure liked receiving it though. After a few minutes she asked if we could do more, so I asked what did she want to do now, to be blunt I asked if she was ready for me to take her virginity. In no other terms that's what we were about to do. I mean you only lose your virginity once, unless you're a hooker that fakes it real good. Anyway I wasn't ready. I was a little worn out, so I suggested that we just lie there and talk and explore each other for awhile. So we talked about all kinds of stuff. I mean here I was lying on my bed with this 15 year old, the two of us naked, talking about school, favorite foods and even what would our parents think of this. Now that was an interesting topic. Shortly after that I noted the time. It was close to midnight. So I then being the charming fool that I can be at times, asked her if she wanted her New Years present yet. At first she did not get it, until I added something about not being a virgin next year. Of course I said that if she was ready. So I told her if she was all she had to do was get my dick hard and then I would take it from there. So next thing I know she is jacking me off and then she even gives me a little head. That got me going and soon I moved into a 69 type of position and started to get her off also. Soon I was hard and she was wet. I had yet to attempt to break her hymen at all. I could have, or should have, done so when I got her off earlier. However, I did start on her real good orally. She stopped working on me as she was in the process of having an orgasm. When it did hit I used a finger to help tear her hymen. Oh she felt it but the orgasm was better. I know that I did pop it slightly but I did not really break it, however, this way I would not have as much of a problem penetrating her during intercourse. Regardless of that I still had to take her. By this time I was not going to back out of this. If she was going to do so, it would be now. Before she came down from her orgasmic high, I proceeded to start to penetrate her. As I did this I whispered into her ear, "Happy New Year." She said nothing, only a moan is what I heard from her. I took my time. There was no rush. Since I had already cum twice, I did not have much to unload so I knew that I would stay hard for awhile longer than usual but not cum in a gusher. When I got to her hymen I stopped and told her that this was it. I did give her a final chance to change her mind, but her only response was a kiss. So I grabbed her hard and pushed on in as carefully as I could. I could feel the hymen give way. I had broken through. Mary had felt it as she winced. I then told her to hold on as I pulled back and finished the job. Once I had fully done her, I left myself all the way inside her until her body relaxed. It was not quite midnight, but it was close enough for her to have her own fireworks. I then continued to fuck her slowly. I eventually rolled over and had her on top, and then when I felt that I was going to cum I pulled out and squirted on her. I was surprised that there was little blood and a good thing since I did not put down an old sheet, but I did have one of the towels from earlier nearby. After that we returned to the shower to clean up. It was a night to remember. I had this feeling of dread after wards. I kept thinking what had I done. I had thought with my dick again. Mary had finally gotten what she wanted from me. I could only hope that I would not regret what we had done. My concerns were warranted. I couldn't afford to have my parents find out. What would happen now. Mary was changed forever. The young girl who had come to us five months ago, that was overly naive person, was now a woman. How much farther would this affair go? How far did I dare go? As these thoughts ran in my mind I just sat on the side of my bed and looked at her as she slept there. To this day I still carry about this emotional baggage. At that time I was trying to ignore it all. Being a carefree sort who liked to party with the best of them, while going to college and being in a band, a part of me wanted it. Still a part of me feared the potential outcome. Thankfully as far as I am aware no one other than Mary and I know what happened between us. This is the first time that I have ever really brought all of this up. CHAPTER 5 In February, as promised, I went with Mary to visit her parents. It was as my parents had told me. I could never live in such a place. I mean the place and the region was so rustic and in the dark ages (before cable). What would I do to entertain myself if I had to live there. No good radio, no television (only 3 channels - shit the worst I remember was having only 7 when I was like 10 years old, or BC 'before cable'). I can only read so many books, so that could only leave sex and these people did not give the impression to me that sex was something that they partook in on a regular or even an irregular basis. Her dad talked crops and the farm, not too much different than talking to some of my father's relatives in the deep south. Her mother was real nice. Kept the place real neat and clean. One nice thing for them was that they lived near some mountains and got a nice breeze at times otherwise in the summer you could have melted in that place. I still have to wonder what would have happened to Mary if she had not gotten to leave home. I mean in that place women only seemed good for a few things. I mean there were minimal opportunities there. I guess most girls got married, kept the house and had children. That was some future. One that she was saved from I am glad to say. Well it was apparent that I was not going to be able to sleep in my underwear there so I took some shorts that I could wear for the visit. Also I would not being sleeping with Mary. Not that I did so any other time. Only way I could do that was on times when my parents would go someplace overnight. That had only happened twice since New Years. Well at least while I was there I did get to ride some horses, something that you normally do not get to do where I live, and feed chickens. Also that was the first time I ever had fresh milk. It's nothing like what you get at the store. I did my best to make sure that they felt that Mary was in good hands with us. I was the perfect gentleman, perish the thought. I even got a haircut (shameful) before we went. I told them that Mary was like a sister to me and that we considered her as part of the family. At least that was honest. My efforts paid off. They never suspected a thing about us. Also my parents had me ask for their permission to let Mary travel with us to Florida during Easter break. They did not object at all. Soon enough we were on our way back, thank god, I could not talk about the weather much longer. Going to her home we had driven straight through, but on the way back we stopped at a motel. After that long weekend, we both needed some relief. It was also the first time that I lost it and came inside her. Thankfully nothing came from it. Back then safe sex was not an issue and neither was aids. Finally our trip to Disney World in Florida arrived. We drove in my dad's new van. We never flew, my dad was too cheap to fly, but I do that all the time now days. I must say that I love going to Disney World. We had been going ever since the spring of 1973. During our most recent trip our family was listed as honored guests since we amongst those who arrived in the first six months. Anyway, we go nearly every year. Hell I do not even need a map to get around. For Mary this would a once in a lifetime experience. When you go to a place like Disney World that last thing that typically comes to mind is sex. Well, I had this sick idea of wanting to have sex in Disney World. A real taboo in this bastion of family values. I knew we could make out at the resort (we stayed at one of the wilderness homes at Fort Wilderness), but I wanted to do it on a ride. The only problem here was that most of the rides were too short, or that there was no way to just do it. I considered doing it at one of the shows, but knew it would not work out. I considered everything from finding a quiet spot on Tom Sawyer Island to one of the restrooms. I will tell you that we did get in a quickie (three times). Since it was a holiday the parks were open late (at the time there were two parks, the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT). In the Magic Kingdom just before closing we got on the Pirates of the Caribbean. No one rides this very dark ride real late. So we had a boat to ourselves. No other boats near us were occupied, so we did a quickie as she sat in my lap. At EPCOT I found two rides that worked for us. They were, "The Dreamfinder" and "Horizons". Both rides put you in decent sized moving vehicles, you were kind of shielded from other riders and they were between five and eight minutes long. We did try it on the "Spaceship Earth" ride, but could not get comfortable enough. As far as I know no one saw us, but I know that we were heard. Who says there is no sex in Disney World. After the Easter break there were only about two more months of school. Mary was still wanting sex, but then so did I. However, I was seeing several girls my age at the time also. Mary was getting jealous of this. She was being a pest about it at times. This was a concern cause I did not know what she might do to me about it. I had sex with Mary at least once a week. I used a condom most of the time. Last thing I needed to do was get her pregnant. When school was over Mary was to go home for awhile, about a month or two. She tried to get me to go, but I really couldn't go cause I had a job and my band was playing some shows. It was during that summer that I decided that I had to get out of the house before Mary returned. My parents were surprised by my move, but they understood, well not for the same reasons I really had. I mean I had it great at home for the most part. But I could not stay there with Mary in that house any longer. So I gave up the free food, free room and board and the laundry service. My parents helped me get this old cape cod not too far from them and I was out on my own. Mary was not happy to find this out when she returned. When she got back she was shocked that I was not there. She had just spent over two months away from me and was as horny as hell. The fact that I had not told her on the phone got her real ticked off. However, there was a plus side to this for her, since the folks trusted me with her, when she did visit me, there was no fear of getting busted. Also the fact that she could not just come over real easy helped us both out. She finally was able to live without me, and I gave her just enough sex so that she did not going elsewhere to find it. With that she was still the little angel that she needed to be and no one ever knew different. Mary did finish school here and lived the whole time with my parents. It was hard to think of her as anything other than a sister. So even though I never has a sister of my own this is as close to fucking my own sister as I could ever get. She did go to college nearby also. She really liked it here. As she got older, like 18 and up, she found other guys to keep her happy. By that time I was not concerned. I had survived my fling with Mary. Not wanting to say much more, I will add that I still see Mary, but not for sex. That was a young girls infatuation and my stupidity. We have a good relationship, she's family. Well maybe a bit more than just family. My sexual antics with my cousins, both before and after this, have different meanings to me. In those cases I saw them for a week, had sex / had fun, and went home. With Mary, she came to visit, but never went away. That was the once difference that stands out. That's why I had to move out. THE END I hope that someone gets something out of this. It turned out to be quite long for one of my stories and not full of SEX! SEX! SEX! But it IS true, only the names have been changed "slightly" to protect the innocent and the not so innocent. To add anything more would not benefit the story. So with that I say goodbye for now. I may write some short stories in the future, so watch for them. Maybe I should get into fiction like the rest of the writers on here. Chuck Williams * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 67