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My Cousin Becky
by Aquarius (aquarius@gmail.com)

***

Sometimes family can be a real pain in the neck, then 
there are times you can't help but love those who need 
it most; my cousin Becky was one who I took a liking to 
when she needed it most. Love is the answer. (mf-teens, 
youths, 1st, inc, rom)

***

Part I

Becky, Rebecca's family, my mother's sister Martha and 
Uncle Ted lived about a day's drive east of us. Becky 
has an older sister, Linda age 13 going on 14, ten 
months older at the time; Becky was 12 going on 13; just 
two girls in the family. There were a few times that 
Aunt Martha would send the girls to spend the weekend 
with us. I'm the Lone Ranger – forget Tonto. I was 16 – 
roughly four years their senior.

One thing I never knew about Linda, what a selfish kid 
she could be. I didn't know this until one weekend when 
the girls arrived bag and baggage. They shared – or were 
supposed to, share the spare bed room which has a studio 
bed in it. Mom sent the girls up to bed to get ready. 
That's when the bickering started. Needless to say, 
Becky was the one supposedly blamed for starting the 
bickering. 

I was sitting in my room working on a model truck most 
of the evening and having to listen to Linda and her 
mouth about Becky. 

Figuratively, my blood pressure rose a couple notches. 
Things settled down and the girls were in bed; I finally 
caved in a short time later, a lousy day at school. 
However, a couple hours later the girl's bickering woke 
me up.

I listened for a moment wondering if Mom had heard them. 
Looking at the clock I noticed it was nearly mid-night. 
No wonder, Mom was in bed out to the world and Dad had 
his face glued to the television watching Johnny Carson. 
Getting up and slipping on my pants in the dark, I 
stepped out of the room and across the hall. 

Slowly opening the door I peered in to the room. I said 
harshly: "Hey, you two. Cut the noise!"

"Not me!" Linda spoke up. "Her!"

"Why is it always me?" Becky demanded sobbing.

Linda's voice had come from the bed. Becky was on floor.

I could just make out her slight form huddled on the 
floor in the half light of the moon. 

"What'd ya doin' on the floor?" I asked kneeling beside 
her. The girl was crying.

"Takes up too much of the bed," Linda replied shifting 
around in the bed.

"No I don't..." Becky cried. "I was on the edge you 
kicked me out!"

I thought to myself: "You gotta be kiddin'?" This is 
when I realized just how selfish Linda could be. I 
couldn't help but feel sorry for Becky. Becky wasn't 
nearly as beautiful as Linda, nor had what it would take 
to attract a guy later on in life. She was roughly 5'4", 
a nice slender body, long brown hair, hazel eyes and the 
start of a nice budding little figure. Anyway, Becky was 
a little cutie in my eyes though I wouldn't admit it 
right then. That's when I decided what the heck I'll 
take care of her tonight.

And that's where this story begins:

I reached out to take hold of Becky. "Sssh, come on with 
me, Becky."

Becky let me pick her up and carry her out of the room. 

"Where are you taking me?" Becky asked plaintively tears 
still trickling down her cheeks trying not to make any 
sounds.

"My room," I said softly. "Now, sssh. It's alright. 
You'll have a bed to sleep in."

She rested her head against my chest as I lightly pushed 
the door open. I managed to close it and cross the room 
without tripping over shoes and stepping on something. I 
laid her on the bed and managed to cover her then I 
slipped my pants off and got under the covers beside 
her. I left some space between us but it was nearly four 
o'clock when I awoke, Becky had moved closer to me, her 
small body cuddled close to me. I could feel her small 
breasts, mere buds then pressing against my arm. 
Needless to say, it gave me the start of a nice hard-on.

I dozed off again waking about six. I woke Becky so she 
could go back to the room to get dressed. The only one 
who knew was Linda and supposedly she didn't care, so 
long as she had the whole bed to herself. My mind was in 
one of those patterns: I wondered what she'd ever do 
when some guy wanted to sleep with her: would she kick 
him out of bed too? Interesting thought.

Becky followed me around that day as I did my chores. 
Dad bought a farm a few years ago and we had a few 
livestock, nothing to make a living on just something he 
had always wanted. Late that morning we went out to the 
hay barn where we had just restocked it with new hay Dad 
had bought the week before. Becky was happy now, she 
could be herself and chattered about her friends and 
school and dreams. However, remembering back, I recall 
she didn't have much to say about her side of the 
family.

That night after the girls were sent upstairs to get 
ready for bed, a near repeat episode of the night before 
Becky stoically withstood her sister's badgering about 
the bed situation. Mom checked on the girls I was in my 
room still working on the scale model and listening to a 
local radio station, she said good-night which meant she 
was heading to bed herself; Saturdays I usually sat up 
late myself. 

It wasn't maybe twenty minutes later there was a slight 
tapping on the door "Yes?" the door opened again, it was 
Becky.

"Mike?" she said plaintively. "Is it alright?"

I looked at her peering at me through the partially open 
door her eyes pleading with me to let her sleep in my 
room. I asked, knowing the answer to it already: "Linda 
again?"

"Uh, huh. Yeah."

"Sure. Come on in." 

She allowed a slight smile of thanks and stepped in to 
the room; her small form wrapped in the bath robe the 
slippers she wore seemed nearly half a size too big for 
her. She scurried across the room to the bed let the 
robe slide from her shoulders. She wore a short cotton 
nightie that seemed almost thin enough that I could make 
out the little girl's flower patterned cotton panty she 
wore. She carefully folded the robe laying it across the 
chair then jumped in to bed sliding under the covers.

She moved to the opposite side of the bed making room 
for me. Turning I could make out the form of her nice 
small breasts and the pink form of the nipples. I smiled 
at her watching her get in to bed getting herself 
comfortable. I felt my cock getting hard as I gazed 
across the room at her. Despite the fact she was so 
young, I suddenly had thoughts about Becky maybe I 
shouldn't have had at the time.

Finally I turned the radio off then the lights. I 
slipped my clothes off and climbed in to bed with her. I 
should have been nervous about letting my little cousin 
sleep with me but maybe I was just too naοve about such 
things like that back then. Despite Becky being my 
cousin, I had an instant hard-on at the idea of this 
little angle lying beside me in my bed. We lay on 
opposite sides of the bed for a while just listening to 
the sounds of cars on the highway, the light of the moon 
filtered through the partially open drapes, and the 
dogs' insistent yapping until Dad yelled at them to shut 
up. We lay in silence for a moment then looked at each 
other in the dull dark of the room.

I slid my hand under the blankets to find her hand. 
Taking hold of it, I asked: "You okay now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Mike," she said, then asked: "Mike, why 
is Linda always so selfish with me?"

I had no answer for a moment then said weakly: "She's 
the oldest and maybe – spoiled."

Becky had no immediate comment.

After a few more minutes I felt her shifting toward me. 
Then she laid her head on my shoulder. "Is this okay? I 
mean..."

"Just fine – honey."

She shifted closer, her slight body pressed against 
mine. Believe it or not, at this point I had a nice 
solid hard-on that was beginning to ache. I already had 
a couple girl friends who were enough to give me instant 
hard-ons at the right moment. Becky was my cousin and in 
the back of my juvenile mind, I wasn't supposed to get 
turned on by my cousin – especially one as young as 
Becky. 
 
I awoke around six the next morning – Sunday morning. I 
was holding Becky close to me. I nudged her: "Becky. 
It's six. Go get dressed and I'll meet ya down stairs."

It was Sunday morning. Church was at nine so I had time 
to do the chores outside and get ready for church. The 
girls had the bath room to themselves while I was out of 
the house.
 
Church was the same. Seems that way now. Same thing 
Sunday after Sunday. 

We got home at eleven and changed and I headed outside 
with Becky tagging along. I could make out the small 
nubs of her breasts through the thin cotton and the 
training bra she wore. Her sister, bitchy as she was, 
was already a good looking little fox with nice full 
firm breasts and sexy figure. Becky, despite what I 
thought before, now from my point of view wasn't that 
far behind in looks and a sexy little body. She looked 
just fine to me.

I made the rounds of the pens and coops then we went out 
to the hay barn. This is where I made my first move with 
Becky. I was well accomplished with girls by now and as 
we sat on the hay we held hands and talked, I finally 
leaned over to kiss Becky on the lips.

She looked at me surprised. "Why...?"

"You need a kiss once in awhile – from a guy."

"But you're my cousin," she said taken back. "Cousins 
don't..."

"Don't what? Kiss?" I replied leaning closer to her. 
"Ever hear of kissing cousins?"

She thought for a moment then replied: "Yeah that dumb 
song..."

"Oo, not an Elvis fan?"

"Linda is. Sappy as maple syrup over him."

She lifted her eyes back to mine for a moment. I 
detected a gleam in her young eyes that wasn't there 
Friday when she and her sister arrived for the weekend. 
I took a chance to kiss her again – on the mouth. She 
closed her eyes a moment as our lips were pressed 
together.

Our lips parted and I asked: "Okay?"

She nodded her head shyly. "Yes... I've never done 
anything like this before – you know."

"First time." It was more a statement than a question.

She nodded her head again.

Finally I took her in my arms laying her back in the hay 
I kissed her again moving my tongue to get her to open 
her mouth. Reluctantly Becky yielded. I slowly slipped 
my tongue inside her mouth to touch her tongue. Her eyes 
were partially closed; they opened wide with the feel of 
my tongue moving around inside her mouth in a 
tantalizing way. 
 
She stopped. I withdrew my tongue thinking something was 
wrong. She said: "Mike, are you sure we should be doing 
this? I mean..."
 
I answered her by kissing her again, drinking in the 
lusciousness of her lips. Closing her eyes again, Becky 
returned the kisses. I gently gripped her head feeling 
the silkiness of her hair sliding through my fingers. I 
sensed this was new to her. In a sense I was still naοve 
about sex in some ways, still learning, despite a couple 
girlfriends I'd make out with from time to time: one a 
cute little fox by the name of Maryann. But I learned 
nature takes its course and with Becky, my hands 
exploring her young body, the T-shirt drawn tight over 
the small chest that showed she was maturing, the 
outline of the little bra visible through the thin 
material, the puffy little nipples tenting the bra and 
shirt she soon gave in.
 
"Not scared are you?" I asked kissing her face and neck 
as I did Maryann.
 
Becky rocked her head back and forth. "I – I don't know, 
I've never done anything like this before. D – Don't 
hurt me, Mike... please."
 
I sat up to look down at her. The fear and wonder in her 
eyes gave way to acceptance that there was someone who 
loved her. "It's all right, sweet heart. This how guys 
and girls make love."
 
The answer, as naοve as it sounded, sounded good to me. 
Becky seemed to accept the answer.
 
"You love me, Mike?" She asked, seemingly surprised that 
I would tell her such a thing.
 
I suppose that weekend I had become infatuated with my 
young cousin to the point I'd want to make love to her 
this way. I leaned down again to passionately kiss her. 
"Yes I do."
 
We lay in the hay barn for a while longer kissing and 
hugging each other before Aunt Martha and Uncle Ted 
arrived to pick the girls up. I was close to losing it 
as we made out, her young body pressed close to mine, 
her breasts pressing against my chest. That's when our 
lives became intertwined. The next time I'd see Becky 
was Memorial Day weekend at the big family picnic at our 
grandparents place not far from us.


Part II

The end of May was closing in fast, school was nearly 
finished for another year; in the same league as Fridays 
when you're working a nine to five job, the last day of 
school just like a work week doesn't get there fast 
enough.

However, within a couple months Maryann and I had become 
quite an item around school, the proverbial "love-
birds". Yeah we would slip off together on the weekends 
and make out and I'd have my hands in all the right 
places. I'd brought her to a couple good orgasms. 
However, in the meantime, between the weekend Becky and 
Linda had stayed with us and Memorial Day, I was 
receiving short love notes in the mail from Becky. We 
exchanged letters and I sent her a birthday card when 
she turned 13. That weekend I must have touched all the 
right buttons and switches with her. She was anxious to 
see me again. 
 
Memorial Day, as were nearly all the major holidays in 
our family were a tradition and Memorial Day was no 
different. Memorial Day weekend was spent at our 
grandparent's place which was situated near a river. The 
house set on a good tree lined ridge overlooking the 
river that fed into the Monagehelia River a few miles 
further downstream. Dad pushed it to get to Grandpa's at 
a certain time; don't know why but it put us there 
nearly a half hour ahead of Uncle Ted – and the girl's. 
I wasn't really aware of this until we got there.

Some of the other family members living close by were 
there when we arrived. I hooked up with a few of the 
other cousins; a couple of the girl's were downright 
knockouts in their short-shorts, halter tops and little 
else. Us boys were drooling over them when we saw them..
 
And so went incest with our cousins: They were the best.

Finally Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha arrived. The back door 
of the car opened and princess stepped out of the coach: 
Linda made her grand entrance to the "garden party". A 
couple of us cousins watched this with feigned interest.

"Got her nose in the air again," said Kathy, who was my 
age. "Thinks she's the Queen of England I suppose..."

"Girl is goina' get it one of these days," Mark added 
watching as she crossed the lawn to where the other 
girls, her age were sitting on a blanket. "She'll be in 
for a rude awakening..."

Becky followed at a distance. Then she spotted me. She 
was suddenly all smiles a sense of melancholy that was 
first evident in her young eyes was lifted as she 
started towards me. I inclined my head toward the 
coolers with the sodas. The coolers with the beer were 
off-limits to us kids – if you didn't get caught trying 
to snag one which the older ones did on occasion. She 
met me at the soda coolers.

"What do you want?" I asked fishing around in the ice 
and water.

"Root beer."

I found a root beer and a Coke for me and we walked off 
toward the tree line. She walked beside me. I glanced 
down at the little white halter top she wore that showed 
her nicely developing breasts; the little nipples 
tenting the halter. The little blue cotton short shorts 
she was wearing were just tight enough her hips and 
slender waist was nicely accented, and a panty line was 
just visible.

We found a spot away from the rest of the clan for 
awhile. Becky's hazel eyes shone now that she was with 
me; she sat close to me as we small talked for a few 
minutes, repeating that we missed each other the past 
few months. Becky looked up at me there was a need there 
that I sensed she had been hiding since we had last seen 
each other. I looked around the area; none of the other 
cousins or family were nearby. I placed my fingers under 
her chin leaning over to passionately kiss her. All that 
time in between I'd been making out with Maryann or 
Cindy had not gone to waste. Becky was surprised by the 
way I kissed her, laying her back on the grass, her long 
hair spread out in a fan about her small face. 
 
As our lips parted for the moment she said in a near 
whisper: "Mike, do I please you?"

For the moment I was taken aback by the question. I 
replied: "Yes. Yes, of course. Why?"

I was puzzled by the question.

Becky replied: "Mike, be – because I love you... I – I 
want to be your girl."

I was a bit taken by her remark. I did love her but I 
wasn't expecting her to add that she wanted to be my 
girl too. Yet, as it happened, I accepted her simple 
request without hesitation. "Yes, Becky you are my girl. 
I love you too very much."

And as it turned out, that was no lie either.

That's what she wanted to hear from me. That simple 
statement meant more to her than anything else that day. 
After that moment the girl was riding on a pink cloud of 
love and devotion. At that point I suppose I could have 
done anything with her I'd wanted, she'd have willingly 
given herself to me. The rest of the weekend at our 
grandparent's she was at my side. That night, the girls 
and boys are usually in either separate tents or 
campers, but by morning they end up swapping tents, 
campers and sleeping bags. And not to mention a few 
adults too, but nothing is ever said the next day. But 
as I had grown older and learned about sex, I could tell 
what had happened, or not happened the night before by 
the exchange of shy looks or knowing expressions between 
couples.

I awoke around one in the morning as Becky slipped in to 
the tent lying down beside me. Mark had slipped out 
sometime before that to join Elaine somewhere. Becky 
eased in to my sleeping bag and within moments we were 
making out and for the first time I was feeling up this 
little thirteen year old angel. I slide my hands down 
her chest to the bottom of the T-shirt she wore for 
sleeping, then pushed the T-shirt up, moving my hand 
back up to her chest and the mounds of her little 
breasts. I slid my fingers over the little nipples that 
were hard as pebbles with her arousal. Becky sighed with 
contentment as I circled the little nipple then gently 
squeezed it between finger and thumb. The subtle feel of 
her young body sent my hormones racing and my cock was 
as hard as a steel spike.

Becky moaned with the thrill of being felt up by a boy 
for the first time.

"Oh Mike that --- feels sooo good..."

I kissed her down her neck and to her chest to lap at 
the little hard nipples then suck on the little puffy 
mounds of her breasts. I slid my hand down to her waist 
and the waist band of her little panty. Pushing my hand 
between her legs I felt the first wetness of her 
childhood juices wetting her panty.I worked my finger 
around her wet childhood then touched the magic button: 
Becky gasped as I drew the panty tight lightly rubbing 
my finger across her virgin childhood clit. I did this 
with Maryann and the girl about went in to orbit. As I 
fingered Becky, I recalled how nice and tight Maryann's 
pussy was. 

Without hesitation I began to slowly caress Becky's 
childhood; Becky began to move her hips with the arousal 
and excitement of her first time. She moaned almost 
uncontrollably until I muffled her moans with passionate 
kisses then she came, her childhood juices surged into 
her panty. Becky experienced her first male induced 
orgasm that night.

That weekend would be full of "first time" love making 
for her.

Fourth of July was another of the clan meetings, as the 
family did each year several of the family had rented 
cabins at a state park lake. Each year we all met at 
this park and lake and it was nothing but fun in the 
sun, swimming, fishing, boating, and doing whatever you 
darn well liked for four days.


Part III

During the month of June I'd gotten several love letters 
from Becky expressing her love and devotion to me. I did 
my best to keep my love for her at a level expected of 
cousins. Just before July she sent a letter all but 
wanting me to lay her over the July Fourth weekend at 
the lake. Where she got the idea to express herself like 
that I could only imagine.

We arrived at the park late in the afternoon, several 
families had already arrived, Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha 
and the girls had arrived just ahead of us by a half 
hour. Dad got the keys to our cabin which was next door 
to Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha. Becky was happy when she 
saw our car pull in beside the cabin. She waited by a 
tree until I got out of the car.

As I got out of the back of the car that was packed 
tighter than a sardine can with more boxes and bags of 
stuff than we'd use in a month, I swept my eyes over a 
maturing young girl. God she looked good. You'd hardly 
guess Becky was thirteen now soon to be fourteen next 
April. The white cotton sleeveless shirt she wore showed 
off her budding breasts and white satin bra, the yellow 
cotton short-shorts that seemed to be favored for summer 
wear by the girls of the family were just tight enough 
on Becky to show the slender shape of her hips and 
waist, the tender vee between her legs started to give 
me a hard-on that would be nearly impossible to conceal.

Becky rushed over throwing her arms about my neck. 
"Missed you!" she said giving me a quick kiss on the 
cheek tears trickled down her face as she hung on to me 
for a moment.

"Me too. I missed you too. Hey later, honey. Gotta 
unload the car and trailer first." I told her wondering 
if Mom or Dad had noticed. But it seemed in our family 
no one mind all the kissing and hugs, it was natural to 
greet each other like that. Then she greeted Mom and 
Dad. The gleam in her young eyes was one of infatuation 
as she impatiently waited for me to finish carrying 
boxes and bags inside the cabin.

Finally she helped me carry boxes and suit cases inside 
to get it done. Once the car and trailer was unloaded 
and Mom was satisfied everything was ready to go, 
getting a couple sodas from the cooler I took Becky by 
the hand stepping outside to the porch. As we stepped 
out of the cabin, I saw Dad with some of the other 
Uncles and cousins with their fishing gear gathered 
around Uncle Martin's pickup truck talking fishing and 
whatever. Hitched to his pickup truck was his new Bass 
boat.

We watched as our cousins hurried in to cabins or camper 
trailers to change for swimming. It was mandatory that 
one make an immediate dash for the lake upon arrival. I 
wasn't that interested in getting dunked right away, and 
neither was Becky. There was still plenty of daylight 
for that. As boys and girls appeared within minutes of 
changing, I got an instant hard-on checking out the girl 
cousins; this year most were in two-piece, or bikinis. 
Good thing we were family... Becky noticed me checking 
out her sister – Yup, snooty as hell, but what a body! A 
white bikini that left something to a hormone rich boy's 
imagination and Uncle Ted was letting her loose out here 
among us horny boys in that?

Becky tugged at my arm. It was not hard to see the look 
of jealousy in the girl's eye. I led her toward the lake 
and a copse of trees to sit down.
 
"Not going fishing?" she asked sipping her soda getting 
my mind off the other girls and her sister. She cuddled 
up to me showing a bit of her possessiveness toward me.

"Later. Best time would be early in the morning around 
here before it gets hot."

At the same time she loosened the top of the shirt more 
giving me a nice look at her bikini bra and young 
maturing breasts. That did little to help my desire for 
her, I couldn't help but get a nice hard-on.

We settled back to talk for a moment then I placed my 
fingers under her chin lifting her lips toward mine. "We 
have nothing but time this week, honey," I told her I 
set the empty can aside then kissed her.

Becky opened her mouth inviting me to slip my tongue in. 
As we embraced and kissed I laid her back on the ground. 
It was at that moment I had the urge to pull her little 
cotton shorts off and pop her virgin childhood cherry 
there.

I slid my hand from her face down her chest and over the 
little nubs of her breasts feeling the outline of the 
bra she wore. I slid my hand down the front of the shirt 
taking a chance of unbuttoning the shirt. Becky quickly 
put her hand on mine stopping me.

"Not now, Mike. Tonight. Too many people."

Girl was smarter than I was. I was just plain horny now 
and driven by my hormones and desire for her. If she 
hadn't stopped me, I'd have screwed her right there 
under the trees in broad daylight, family or no family. 

The evening and the barbeque were filled with family 
activity, stories – more gossip than stories, and games. 
The men and some of the cousins had a couple poker games 
going, the rest of us either were playing spades, hearts 
– the women gin rummy. Later everyone would gather 
around a bon fire and Uncle Norman would take center 
stage to relate the course of activities for the rest of 
the week the family was gathered at the lake. Of course 
there were the usual dire warnings to us kids to behave 
ourselves and water safety being the top item. That set 
the course for the next three and a half days we'd be at 
the lake.

It was nearly eleven before some of us began caving in 
and heading toward cabins, tents, campers or just 
sleeping right there close to the fire. I eased off to 
the cabin to get my sleeping bag to sleep outside on the 
sun porch under the mosquito netting. A short time later 
I was awakened by an angle – Becky laid her sleeping bag 
beside mine slipped in moving closer to me.

We both had the same idea: But it took us a few minutes 
to figure out the catches and zippers to fasten the two 
bags together. Once we had the bags fastened together 
and wrapped our arms about each other to kiss and feel 
each other up. I had an instant hard-on as she shifted 
closer, her hips and childhood mound rubbing against my 
hard thick cock. I moaned with the feeling of her young 
body pressed against me. I slid my hand over the swell 
of her breasts the little nipples hard as pebbles. She 
pressed herself closer to me and kissed me passionately. 
Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, intertwining 
with mine. Her hands eagerly roamed my body, touching my 
cock repeatedly through my shorts. I damned near came 
right then. 
 

We kissed for almost a minute or so, until Becky broke 
our embrace. She moved back to look me over for a 
moment, and smiled. "Mike," she said, meeting my eyes in 
the dark with hers. "Ever since I first slept with you, 
I've been in love with you." She kissed me again, and 
pressed her body close to mine. "I – I don't want anyone 
else but you! I can't even tell you how bad I've wanted 
to do this."

I asked, stuttering over the words. Although I'd made it 
with Cindy and Maryann that year, Becky was another 
matter. I wasn't sure if she'd let me go all the way 
with her. However, she was making it quite clear she was 
willing – and I was ready.

"And Memorial Day weekend? There were a lot of firsts 
that weekend," I softly reminded her.

"Yes. That was the best," she said softly in return.
 
With Becky beside me my hands roamed her chest, pinching 
her nipples. "Take me," she pleaded, putting her arms 
above her head in a sign of submissiveness. Pushing the 
T-shirt nightie up to her chest I took one of her small 
breasts in my mouth, sucking on her hard nipple, while 
my hand slithered its way to her wet panty and pussy 
lips. God she felt good as I fondled her pussy.

"Ooooo, Mike yes... Yes!" 
 
I licked and sucked Becky's beautiful breasts, switching 
off every minute or so. My fingers gently rubbed her 
vulva through her little cotton panties, she responded 
with soft sighs of pleasure and acceptance. Her 
childhood juices wet her as I pressed the panty in to 
her pulsing young pussy. After a moment I moved my hand 
to the waist band and slipped it down to her wetness; 
Becky sighed with the feel of my hand caressing her 
childhood. She began moving her hips in response to my 
feeling her. I groped for a moment until I touched that 
magic button that will send a girl in to orbit, her 
virgin clit was like a fuse on a rocket; Becky stifled a 
squeal of delight as I gently inserted my forefinger, 
finding her clitoris and rubbing it. I began molesting 
her clit pushing her outer lips aside to reveal her 
flowering virgin pussy. 
 
She began moaning and convulsing, and I took this as a 
good sign. I rubbed her clit harder, and she moaned 
louder, I took a pillow placing it over her mouth to 
stifle the moans. Her body was practically shaking, and 
her urgings of "Yes," and "Harder," drove me on. I 
rubbed with both hands, occasionally letting one finger 
play with her tight little anus simultaneously. 
 
"Oh, God, Michael!" Becky gasped finally. "I feel 
something... I feel like something is happening to me... 
! Yes! Oh, yes!" Becky's body spasmed while cum gushed 
out, soaking my hands. I knew then I'd hit the jack-pot 
with the girl. On instinct I kissed her down her warm 
satin smooth body turning in the confines of the 
sleeping bag to position my head in between her legs and 
began lapping at her sweet childhood juices. "Oh, Mike 
what are you doing? What are you doing to me? Oh... oh 
that feels so...good!" 

God, I loved the tangy-sweet taste of a virgin's pussy 
juices. 
 
By this point, my fingers were soaked in her cum. I 
lapped at what was left around her silken hair shrouded 
clit, while watching some of her nectar drip down to her 
asshole. I started to rub her anus with my finger, 
eliciting little twitches from her. But her eyes widened 
as I shoved my cum-soaked index finger almost all the 
way into her anus. 
 
"Mike...!" Becky cried stifling a scream biting her 
lips. "Aaagh! It – it hurts..."
 
I moved back up her until our mouths met and my hard 
thick cock rested between her legs on her cum soaked 
virgin pussy. Becky gasped at the feel of my malehood 
pressed against her pulsing young childhood as I began 
slowly rubbing my hard malehood against her throbbing 
pussy. She quickly became aroused as I pressed my hard 
cock against her: "Oh, yes, Mike... Yes!"

Becky moved her hips in rhythm with me until it was like 
we were fucking. The girl needed this; she needed 
satisfying like nothing else mattered that night. She 
came a third time; I suddenly lost it losing my load in 
my shorts. With mutual sighs and moans we collapsed 
exhausted. We were both bathed in sweat and each other's 
cum. I lifted my head to see there was no one else 
around.
 
"Let's go for a quick swim to cool off," I suggested 
helping her out of the sleeping bag.
 
As we slipped out of the sleeping bags I felt mine, it 
was soaked with our sweat and cum. Great, the sleeping 
bags were useless now. Slipping inside I found dry 
towels in the dark then we headed down to the lake to 
wash off the sweat and cum. We both stripped in the moon 
light. I got an instant hard-on again as Becky pulled 
the T-shirt off tossing it on to the grass then her 
soaked panty. I quickly shucked shorts and cum soaked 
briefs. Despite having slept together before here we 
were both naked for the first time.
 
Becky looked down at my erection as I looked over her 
young pre-teen body; the nubs of her breasts were small 
puffy mounds yet to become beautiful beasts. But just 
looking at her like that had me turned on to the point I 
would have laid her right there in the open.
 
We moved in to the water until it was up to our chests. 
I pulled Becky close to me, my hard steel spike cock 
rubbed against her virgin childhood. She reached down 
between us to grasp my hard-on to rub it against her 
childhood. I drew in a quick breath as I felt her 
rubbing it against herself. I helped her rub it against 
her throbbing childhood until it penetrated her cherry 
pussy.

Oh my god that was the best, she was so nice and tight 
as I pushed in to her, her nice and tight childhood 
seemed to tighten on my engorged cock, Becky moaned with 
the feel of my malehood thrusting into her: I moved my 
swollen cock in and out of her; I felt it touching her 
maidenhood that gossamer sheer membrane that would keep 
her virgin until it was taken from her. I would be the 
one to make a woman of her one day.

Without thought both of us were ready to go all the way 
that night, but I held back; and for good reason which 
didn't make sense at the time: that would be a special 
occasion when I popped her childhood cherry.
 
Becky moaned with the newness of her first time: "Oh 
yes, Mike... Yes! I – I am yours, Mike..." 

Neither of us could hold back any longer and we cam 
together. 

I savored that moment of nearly taking my young cousin 
that night for the first time.
 
"Whenever you want me, Mike I am yours – yours only," 
she told me breathlessly as we kissed and held onto each 
other for what seemed like hours before realizing the 
water was cold.
 
That night I made a solemn vow I'd be the one to take 
her virginity. 

We washed off, dried and dressed, minus underwear which 
was a mess from our orgasms, and went back to sleep on 
the porch. I pulled a mosquito net over us to keep the 
little blood sucking pests at bay for the night. We were 
soon sound asleep holding tightly on to one another. It 
was somewhere around six o'clock when I woke Becky up so 
she could go back to her cabin. Our uncles and some of 
the cousins had plans for a big day of fishing. A short 
time later there was the rattling of pots and within a 
few minutes the odor of fresh brewed coffee wafted out 
the open window and door.

Dad stepped outside with a cup of coffee in hand ready 
for fishing. His fishing poles and boxes lay just inside 
the open door.

"Sleep well out here?" he asked slurping the coffee 
looking around as the mist lifted from the surface of 
the lake. Then he said: "Goin' be a hot humid day."

"Yeah, not bad except for the damned mosquitoes," I 
replied, sitting up acting as if I just woke up myself. 
 
"Yeah, pesky little bastards," he said slurping more of 
the coffee. "Some damned raccoons kept me awake for 
awhile earlier this morning. Damned noisy. Shoulda' 
brought my thirty-odd six." 

He reached in the door for his fishing gear and stepped 
off the porch walking toward Uncle Ted who was standing 
near his car looking over his fishing gear.

Oh shit.

I went inside to get a soda and a slice of bread for 
breakfast: breakfast of champions.

Mom was already in the kitchen making a sack lunch for 
Dad.

Without looking up she asked: "So what are you going to 
do today?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. Swim – maybe go fishing later."

"You and Becky?" She lifted her gaze from the sandwiches 
she was wrapping in wax paper. 

I stumbled over my answer. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Just be careful," she said putting everything in a 
styro-foam cooler which included a couple six packs of 
beer; mandatory provisions for a day of fishing.

Despite the warm morning air flowing through the cabin a 
cold chill slid down my spine as if an ice cube had been 
dropped down my shirt. Did they suspect we had been 
making out on the porch last night?

I went to the bed room where I changed putting on clean 
underwear and shorts and T-shirt. 
 
I and a few of the cousins that weren't going fishing 
watched as Uncle Marty was attempting to launch his new 
Bass Boat from the new boat ramp at the boat dock area. 
Two summers ago we were witnesses to a near disaster 
when he nearly sunk boat, trailer and pickup in the 
lake. And it was all caught on film of course. Made for 
a few laughs at Thanksgiving, and this was before the 
home movie show was popular on television.

I glanced over to see Linda and Matt standing off by 
themselves, their hands all over each other. I was 
getting a nice hard-on again just watching them; it was 
like watching a reality porno show. I guess they thought 
no one was watching them; they were deep French kissing 
and didn't seem to care if anyone was watching them. He 
slipped his hand down to her denim short-short covered 
pussy to feel her as she grasped his cock.

Watching them gave me a few more hormone enriched ideas 
for Becky. As if I didn't have enough of my own already. 
The girl was already horny as hell now but that would 
probably put her over the top.

I watched as Uncle Marty leading in the Bass Boat and 
the others trailing behind in a small convoy of boats 
headed up the lake past a tree studded island that had 
been formed millennium ago by glacial action. That was 
going to be our private place today. Becky came outside 
after awhile watching the flotilla moving away from the 
camp site. She wore blue cotton shorts and white 
sleeveless cotton shirt and tennis shoes.

"Just us," she said taking hold of my hand, leaning 
against me. 

I could see she was wearing a yellow and white two piece 
swim suit under the shorts and white shirt. I struggled 
with a hard-on from watching Matt and Linda as I 
inclined my head toward the island. "Want to go out to 
the island to check it out?"

She nodded her head. "Sure."

"So what are you two planning?" Mom asked walking up 
behind us.

We looked back. Mom, Martha, and Grandma Wills were 
standing behind us.

"Going out to the island fishing," I quickly replied. 
Becky gripped my hand.

Mom and Martha allowed the mere hint of a smile: Sure 
you are.

Becky squeezed my hand and quietly went back to their 
cabin to make us sandwiches, fixed a jug of Koo-Aid, 
adding a partial bag of cookies. I went to check out a 
boat from what was left. I glanced back to see Mom and 
Martha talking. Grandma added her opinion to the 
conversation. Martha turned on her heel to walk back to 
the cabin. My first thought was: "Oh shit, we're in 
trouble." My next thought was: "There goes a perfect 
weekend down the shitter..."

I placed the tackle boxes, bucket of bait and poles in 
one of the few boats left at the dock.

Becky came out of the cabin a moment later. It was hard 
to tell if Martha had counseled her on: "Don't give 
in..." or whatever mothers tell their daughters before 
going on a date.

"Everything okay?" I couldn't help but ask.

Becky nodded setting the bag of food in the boat and 
climbed in settling herself on to the middle seat facing 
forward; I started the outboard motor on one pull of the 
cord. It was like starting a lawn mower.

Becky asked nervously: "Think they suspect?"

"I wouldn't doubt it," I answered lowering the prop 
blade into the water and twisted the throttle a bit 
powering the boat away from the dock. I yelled above the 
noise of the un-muffled motor: "Anyway, look at the 
others, Mark and Elaine, Mary and Roy, Lisa and Hank – 
they've been doing it since they were kids themselves –
and..."

I wanted to add: Matt and Linda but refrained from 
saying anything about what I'd seen earlier. They had 
both disappeared after the flotilla of fishermen had 
left following Uncle Martin across the lake.

"And nobody says anything?" Becky asked still not 
convinced.

I shrugged. "Guess not. And your Mom didn't say anything 
to you?"

Becky shook her head, her long hair swished back and 
forth in the wind as we crossed the lake to the island.

I was staring at her back. As her hair was blown to the 
side I could see the faint shade of the yellow and white 
bikini bra, the outline of the small piece of material 
as she leaned forward in to the motion of the boat, the 
shirt drawn tight across her back. My cock was hard as a 
steel spike with thoughts of lust on my mind. 
 
We crossed the lake to the island; I circled the island 
assuring no one else had the same idea then beached the 
boat on the blind side. We took everything out and found 
a level shaded area to set up for the day. We laid out a 
couple blankets, set the sandwiches under the shade of 
the trees, and the Kool-Aid in the water to keep cool.

"Okay, let's prove we're here for fishing," I suggested 
fixing our poles and casting the lines out into the 
water. We sat under a tree near the water's edge to 
quietly wait to see what happened. Within a few minutes 
Becky squealed: "I got something!"

I grabbed the net to catch whatever it was she was 
reeling in. Thanks to her father, Uncle Ted, she was a 
decent fisherman (person)(girl). The fish was giving her 
a good fight.

"A trout?" I said surprised she had caught one. After 
about a good couple minutes of fighting the fish, she 
landed it in the net. "A trout!"

Becky was happy. A few minutes later I caught one. 
Within a half hour after landing at the island, we 
caught two trout each. I fixed the net since we forgot 
to bring a bucket with us to put the fish in placing the 
net with the fish hooked together in the water until we 
were ready to head back to the main land.

We went back up to the site we'd found to have our lunch 
and Kool-Aid.

I broke the momentary silence: "First time we've been 
able to be alone in a long time."

"I know." Becky agreed. Looking away, she asked in a 
quiet tone: "Mike, you don't think it's wrong for us to 
love one another, do you? I – I mean we almost went all 
the way last night."

I looked over at her surprised by the question. It was 
obvious by the way she stated the question she needed 
reassurance there was nothing wrong with our love 
making. I quickly replied: "No. Why?"

"Our mothers and Grandma earlier," she started to say, 
"I guess they think – well, probably suspect, we're – 
well you know..."

"Yeah." The question nearly threw a wet blanket on my 
thoughts earlier about having Becky alone for the 
afternoon.
 
I reached out to touch her. Becky looked at me a second. 
"Are you worried about them? The folks I mean..."

Becky nodded her head. Looking away, she answered: "A 
bit."

Laying back I took hold of her arm drawing her down on 
top of me. "Come here..."

"I'm here..." she said timidly as she lay on top of me, 
our mouths meeting, our tongues playing tag between our 
mouths. She broke the kiss long enough to say: "I 
suppose I just wish we could be alone forever..."

"Someday, sweet heart. Someday." Then I asked drawing 
her mouth to mine for a long passionate kiss then said: 
"Better?"

"Better," she replied between kisses and playing tag 
with my tongue. 

I rolled her onto her back so I was on top, her legs 
spread as I slipped between them my engorged cock 
pressed against her virgin childhood.

As we embraced and kissed Becky slid her small delicate 
hand up under my T-shirt sliding it across my chest in a 
circular motion that quickly turned me on. I began to 
open her shirt for a better look at the yellow swim suit 
bra. I managed to open it as she lay on me I wanted to 
feel the nice small nipples pressed against my chest as 
she giggled and kissed me at the same time.

I held her on top of me, Becky spreading her legs as she 
shifted herself her childhood pussy rested on my 
engorged cock, I stifled a groan of desire to cum at 
that moment. Becky knew what she was doing – the girl 
learned fast after last night. She began moving her hips 
back and forth on my cock; the effect of her childhood 
rubbing against my cock had her turned on too.

As I moved my hips against hers in unison I asked: "Like 
that, don't you?"

Becky nodded her head. "Mmmmm, Oooooo, yes..."

I worked my hand between us to unsnap her shorts and 
work them down her legs. Becky quickly got the idea. 

"Fair is fair," and reached down to unsnap mine.

We had to part for the moment to get our shorts off. We 
both still had our swim wear on. I got my arms around 
her rolling her on to her back; she willingly spread her 
legs for me letting me be on top now.

Becky's eyes showed her pleasure and acceptance as I 
began slowly moving my hips and hard thick cock against 
her throbbing childhood. Becky smiled at me as she began 
breathing a little harder; soft moans emphasized her 
pleasure as we found our rhythm. 
 
"Oh yes, Mike, yes... This is what I want..."
 
I leaned in to kiss her while I moved my hips against 
her, my malehood bringing her closer to an orgasm. Becky 
dug her finger nails into my shoulders as she 
experienced the most erotic moment of her life that 
weekend. Becky felt another orgasm building and as she 
began to explode, I was grunting as I felt my cock spasm 
in my swim suit. As I lost my load of male cream in my 
pants I imagined what it was going to feel like someday 
to fill her little pussy with my cream. The effect of 
losing my cum made me moan with the male pleasure of 
having a terrific orgasm. After a moment I collapsed on 
top of her exhausted and sweaty. 
 
I finally sat up. I looked down at Becky's bikini bottom 
that was soaked with her cum. I looked at myself to see 
I'd cum all over myself.

I thought a moment. Becky sat up looking at herself a 
moment.
 
"Oh, what...?" 
 
I grinned devilishly at her. "Let's go for a quick swim. 
Being wet will cover up what we'd done."
 
We wadded in to the cool water up to our chests 
splashing around then we hugged and kissed with fervent 
passion. Making love in the lake was the high point of 
our weekend of forbidden passion. We went back up to the 
blanket to dry off and lay together in each other's arms 
in the shade of the trees. Becky was happy and 
contented; she had someone who loved her; a guy who made 
love to her making her feel like a woman in love.
 
We finally returned to the mainland an hour later, just 
ahead of the fishing flotilla led by Uncle Marty in his 
Bass Boat. Needless to say Mom, Aunt Martha and Grandma 
were waiting for us on the dock. Becky proudly handed up 
the catch of trout.
 
"And I caught the first one," she said proudly as Martha 
took the net containing the trout from her.
 
"I suppose we'll be having a fish fry tonight then," she 
said, gazing down at me with a knowing look that she 
knew we'd been doing more than just fishing on the 
island.
 
However, I guess any question of what we'd been doing 
had gone away with the wind.
 
I breathed a brief sigh of relief as I helped Becky from 
the boat. She followed her mother back to the cabin to 
clean the fish. 
 
However, as I picked up the fishing tackle boxes and 
what was left of our lunch from the boat, I looked at my 
mother and Grandma.

"Good day of fishing, I suppose," Grandma said, a cross 
between a query and statement.
 
I was left with only saying: "Yes, ma-am'."
 
That night was the fish fry. We had fish every which way 
you can have fish when camping out like this. The 
weather was beautiful that week. Becky and I slept 
together again that night but away from the cabins a 
mosquito net hung to keep the pesky insects off us. By 
now the sleeping bags had a chance to air out. Although 
I'd finger fucked my little cousin again that night and 
she jacked me off, we were careful not to go any further 
– and for good reason. The next day was the Fourth and 
the big blow out party which everyone was anticipating.
 
Beer and other drinks were in abundance that day. We 
partied as darkness fell, fireworks started popping and 
banging all over the place, during the evening I slipped 
Becky a couple beers. She thought it was ginger ale. 
Don't ask me why, but by the time we turned in toward 
midnight Becky was drunk – and didn't know it. By the 
Fourth sleeping arrangements among us kids had become 
ambiguous and it did not appear to matter. I picked her 
up and carried her to where I laid out the sleeping bags 
away from the cabins. 

Becky and I slept out near the lake. I laid her down and 
began kissing her face and chest, slipping my hand 
inside the halter top she wore. I cupped the puffy 
little mounds of her breasts with my hand. Becky giggled 
and moaned with the feeling of my mouth on her little 
breasts as I sucked each one. I kissed down her midriff 
to her waist. I slowly drew designs on her stomach with 
my fingers moved it to the clasp of her shorts. I 
slipped the clasp free then pulled the zipper down. In 
the moon light I could see she wore a little blue lace 
panty. I moved my hand down to the moistness of her 
panty. Her bright hazel eyes fluttered as I slid my 
fingers into her warm, damp panties and found her virgin 
childhood. Becky started moaning softly as I fondled her 
clit.
 
Becky responded with a moan of pleasure: "Oh, yes, Mike 
– oh yes... Take me, Mike make a woman of me tonight. I 
want to feel you inside of me for real."
 
I gently massaged her pulsing clit with my tongue until 
she urged me to be more forceful, her face turning red 
with passion; her breath short and rasping almost to the 
point of hyperventilation. The feel of my sexy cousin in 
my arms, writhing like a cat on the sleeping bag, her 
aroma, her cries, will echo in my memory to my dying 
day, especially the moment when I slipped a finger 
between her virginal pussy lips in to her until I 
touched her virginity. 

God that's a feeling that betrays words when a guy knows 
the girl is virgin and all his for the taking. I was 
just drunk enough myself I could have done it but held 
back for the moment.
 
Becky moaned with the erotic feeling that she had come 
to enjoy in our love making as I fingered her virgin 
clit. She thrust her hips in rhythm with my finger 
caressing her childhood: "Oh, Mike... yes!" Her virgin 
juices surged on to my hand in a stream of warm liquid. 
Unable to contain myself any longer I lost my load of 
cum.
 
She moaned in delight with the feeling of relief and 
knowing she had made me cum; she enjoyed the moment that 
she looked forward to whenever we could be alone when 
we'd give each other pleasure and satisfaction. I could 
see even in the moon light Becky's face was flushed with 
her exertions. It took her a moment to get her breath 
back.

"Oh, Mike – you know I am yours," she assured me through 
her tears of relief turning to hold me close. "Any time, 
darling – any time you want me – I am here for you..."

"Always," I said as we hugged.

I hugged her again, pressing my cock against her pussy 
through her panties. She purred deep in her throat and 
pressed herself against me, wiggling her hips teasingly 
her pussy rubbing my engorged raging hard cock.
 
We kissed deeply as we moved against each other until I 
was hard again and she was moaning that she was close to 
another orgasm. We savored the moment of relief and 
pleasure.
 
The weekend came to an end and everyone was making plans 
for Labor Day. We made our own private plans. Out of the 
corner of my eye I watched Linda standing close to 
Cousin Matt. Matt was like third cousin if anyone was 
keeping score of who was who in the clan. Linda had a 
nice self-assured smile on her face as they said good-
bye; kissing was a given between us all, but something 
told me something had taken place in the past couple 
days – in other words, she got laid and lost her 
virginity.

 
Part IV

Becky celebrated her fourteenth birthday in August. I 
sent her a "keep sake" charm bracelet, Mom's idea, I 
picked it out at the jewelry store and mailed it off to 
her with a big birthday card and love letter with a bit 
of poorly composed poetry enclosed. 

Can't accuse me of being a bard by any stretch of the 
imagination.
 
Labor Day weekend was anti-climatic. Most of the family 
was scattered in different directions. However, Becky 
and I had our time together although we did our best to 
keep our raging hormones in check that day. Most of the 
family gathered at Uncle Chuck and Aunt Faye's for the 
final hurrah of the summer. Becky was a cutie that day; 
she made sure that I knew she was wearing the bracelet I 
sent her for her birthday. She was dressed in a light 
blue mini-summer dress with spaghetti straps the ruffled 
top accenting her small maturing breasts that had me 
turned on and horny for her in no time. Linda was in a 
pink halter top mini-dress, the back low to the waist 
line that left something to the imagination for Matt – 
those two disappeared in less time than it takes paint 
to dry in summer heat. 
 
Becky and I stayed around the party for awhile chatting 
with the others before easing off to find a place to 
make out. I sensed Becky was horny as an alley cat in 
heat since we had not seen much of each other that 
summer. I wanted nothing better than to peel that little 
dress off of her and have some fun with her. 
 
Uncle Chuck being a general contractor has a couple 
large buildings on the property and old trucks and a 
couple cars out back. We wandered around for a moment 
looking for someplace to be alone. We slipped in one of 
the large equipment storage buildings and stopped. We 
could hear moaning and groaning from the back of the 
building near a couple old trucks. I held my fingers to 
my lips hushing Becky. I led her back toward the sounds, 
cautiously stepping around an old Dodge Power Wagon. 

Chuck had the engine torn down; the truck concealed us 
from the two who were too busy getting it on to know 
there was someone else in the shed beside them. We hid 
behind the truck, Linda was sprawled over the hood of a 
Jeep, her dress pushed up to her hips, the halter open 
Matt sucking on her breasts, her nice pink lace bikini 
panty laying on the fender, Matt's pants down around his 
ankles flat out fucking the hell out of the girl.
 
My cock was hard and aching now. Watching Linda getting 
fucked was the best turn on of the day; my mind turned 
to popping Becky's virgin cherry, which I knew would 
only be a matter of time before I was fucking her too, 
although I'd penetrated her a couple times over the 
Fourth, but holding back from popping her cherry, rather 
than just playing with her now like I had been doing.
 
From our position by the truck we could see Matt ramming 
his cock in to Linda, her head back, her mouth open 
gasping as she was being fucked. Her hips thrust up and 
down, her hands grasping Matt's arms as he held her 
firmly by the hips, driving his malehood into her 
sopping wet pussy. 
 
"Oh god, baby – geeze you're so nice and tight..." Matt 
groaned as he thrust deep in to Linda.
 
Linda groaned with the feeling of Matt's cock deep in 
her: "Ahhhh, Matt, Matt! I – I'm cumming, baby – I'm 
cumming....!"
 
Becky was standing beside me grasping my arm. I could 
feel Becky's body heat as she watched her sister being 
fucked. She was about as turned on by the scene as I was 
watching Linda getting fucked by our cousin; my cock 
ached for relief. 

I finally tore my eyes away from the scene and eased 
Becky back and back outside, literally peeling her hand 
off my arm I took her by the hand I pulled her back to 
where some equipment was stored nearby in an open shed. 
There was a pickup truck among the other vehicles. I 
found a couple old blankets in the cab, grabbed it 
opened the tailgate, laid one out and the other for a 
pillow for Becky. Becky watched me anxiously. I grabbed 
her putting her in the back laying her down; I climbed 
up in to the bed beside her gathering the dress up to 
her waist, I saw her nice blue floral bikini panty was 
wet with her juices. Her breathing was ragged and 
intense with her arousal. I grabbed the little bikini 
panty by the waistband pulling it down her legs and on 
impulse, stuffed it in my pocket.
 
"Be – be gentle, Mike," she pleaded gazing up at me, her 
eyes misty with tears as she knew that I'd like nothing 
better at that moment than to fuck her the way her 
sister was being fucked by Matt. 

"Ssssh, baby. I'll be gentle," I assured Becky although 
my engorged cock was aching for relief I felt a sense of 
pleasure in pulling her little panty off as I made her 
spread her legs for me. I bent over her to passionately 
kiss her slipping my hand between her legs to caress and 
fondle her virgin pussy wet with her juices as she 
anticipated what I was going to do to her. I gazed down 
at her throbbing pussy for but a second as I loosened my 
pants letting them slid to the ground. 

Moving between her legs, I asked: "This is what you want 
isn't it?" I pressed the head of my engorged cock 
against her virgin cherry pussy.
 
Becky nervously nodded her head in reply: "Yes. I'm 
yours, Mike."

She began moving her hips in rhythm to my sliding my 
cock over her wet pussy, my cock dripping with pre-cum. 
 
I wanted to just ram it in to her popping her cherry and 
using her for the relief of my cock. Rather with some 
hesitation I penetrated her just enough entering her 
virginity that I was able to have her. Becky cried out 
with the penetration of her childhood moving her hips as 
I began easing my cock in and out touching her virgin 
maiden childhood with each stroke but not popping it, 
that I wanted that moment for something special – 
Christmas was my thought at that moment. 
 
"Mike... Mike, you're so big..." she cried as I kept up 
the penetration until finally I couldn't hold back 
anymore and lost my load of male cream in to her filling 
her for the first time.
 
Labor Day brought us up to Thanksgiving weekend but 
nothing came of the weekend. Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha 
and the girls went to Martha's sister for the weekend, 
we went in the opposite direction to another uncle's 
home. To say the least, it wasn't an auspicious weekend.
 
However, as Becky and I wrote back and forth she was 
miserable, and I gathered Linda was horny as hell 
without Matt fucking her. Oh well the girl was going to 
get hers soon enough.


Part V
 
However, this year for Christmas the family was 
gathering at our grandparents, which was nearly the 
center for all the family members during the winter 
holidays. Now I had my drivers permit which by standards 
was worth fifty points with any girl you knew – at least 
at that time it was. You scored one hundred when you got 
your driver's license and a car. I wasn't quite there 
yet but I was working on it.

Between the start of school and Christmas I'd earned 
quite a bit of money doing odd jobs around town mostly 
clearing the walks in front of downtown businesses. In 
the mean time I'd also gotten a wild idea; at the 
jewelry store was a selection of promissory rings and 
there was one that was not as costly as the others, plus 
with some thoughtful questions I managed too to get 
Becky's ring size. No one bothered to wonder what I 
needed it for – thank god, for a family of nosey 
relatives that was doing good.

The week before Christmas I finally bought the ring, 
some of the others were already gone, but the one I 
wanted was still in the show case. The owner, Jacobs 
placed it in a fine royal blue velvet box.
 
We arrived late in the afternoon before Christmas Eve, 
Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha and the girls arrived about an 
hour behind us. And right behind them was Uncle Frank 
and Aunt Lisa and Cousin Matt – when Matt climbed out of 
the car sporting his varsity jacket with all the sports 
patches, Linda was suddenly all smiles; and horny as an 
alley cat in heat. Wonder why?

Becky and I hooked up after the usual family 
pleasantries and found someplace away from the crowd; 
didn't see Linda or Matt until just before supper. 
However, Becky was drafted to help the women with the 
preparations for the dinner. Seems every year either 
before Thanksgiving or Christmas the women were busy the 
day before preparing everything. Becky gave me a smile 
that all but spelled out what she wanted from me later:
 
"Later."

Later was nearly ten o'clock that night when I finally 
gave in and found my way to bed. I wasn't sure where 
Matt was camping out for the weekend we'd all be 
together, but somewhere toward ten-thirty the door 
opened a crack. Up until that time I'd lay in the dark 
staring at the ceiling thinking about girls. I was 
imaging I was screwing Cindy and then Maryann then 
Becky. I nearly lost my load just remembering how I 
nearly popped Becky's cherry Labor Day weekend. I 
managed to bring her to another good orgasm that 
afternoon.

My cock was as hard as a steel spike as I imagined 
popping Becky's cherry when the door opened a crack, 
light from the hall lamp sliced in to the dark room, I 
looked toward the door, a shadow fell across the floor; 
my cock quickly went soft. Shit.

"Mike?" Becky's soft voice called to me.

"Becky..." I said letting her know she had the right 
room. "Come on, sweet heart."

God, then my cock was hard again hearing her voice.

The door opened wider light spilled in to the room and 
then just as quickly lost as the door was shut. Becky 
shuffled across the room to the bed and climbed in over 
the top of me.

"Sorry," she said as she slipped under the covers beside 
me.

"That's okay, sweetie – now you can make up for it..." I 
told her as we took hold of each other and slid down 
further under the covers, kissing and running our hands 
over each other. I slid my hands over the satin 
smoothness of the nylon chemise she wore. The sensual 
feel of the chemise sent a fire coursing through me. We 
couldn't get enough of each other that night. 
 
"Make love to me, Mike," said Becky parting her legs for 
me as I slipped my hand between them to feel her wetness 
and pulsing virginity; her clit was hard as my 
forefinger as I touched it sending a shock through her. 
"Oh yes, that's what I miss... yes there...there...!"

She found my hard thick malehood grasping it with the 
assuredness that I was hers. She made no pretensions 
that she wanted me to be her first. There was no denying 
the girl what she wanted.

Shifting around I gathered the chemise up to her waist 
then slid my hand down across her satin smooth skin to 
her waist and hips then between her legs. Becky moaned 
with the feeling of my finger molesting her cherry clit 
letting me have my way with her that night. Her juices 
seeped wetting her panty in anticipation of being laid 
and losing her childhood virginity. I pressed my hand 
against her throbbing pussy casually caressing it as I 
kissed and sucked on her full firm young breasts. Her 
breasts had matured during the summer and now she was 
nearly a 32B cup.

However, I held back from taking and claiming her 
virginity that night. Unless something else happened I 
was going to take her Christmas Eve night. Also in my 
auspicious plan was the promissory ring I bought – it 
was a guarantee that I'd claim her childhood virginity. 

"Tomorrow night – Christmas Eve night," I said softly 
sliding my finger in and out of her throbbing young 
pussy. "A special moment for us... okay?"
 
Becky sighed with the feeling of my hand between her 
legs and finger pressing the little panty into her 
again: "Yes, Mike, yes..."

I moved my middle finger back and forth against her 
wetness pressing the panty into her pussy rubbing the 
swollen nub of her cherry clit. She thrust her hips with 
an urgency as I kept this up until she finally climaxed; 
she pulled a pillow over her face to stifle the scream 
of ecstasy, her juices flowing into her panty. At the 
same time Becky reached her hand down pushing it in to 
my briefs grasping my hard thick malehood to stroke it 
as I was fingering her pussy; I lost control myself and 
cam with a muffled groan. 

"Ah god, baby that – that was good..." I moaned with the 
relief.

I wanted her to enjoy the night's love making, she was 
intent on wanting me to take her virginity; I slipped my 
hand under the waistband pushing it down to the wetness 
of her pussy to ravage her little clit a second time 
slipping my finger into her throbbing pussy, not giving 
her a chance to recover as I finger fucked her. Within 
minutes she cam again with a muffled cry. 
 
We finally lay in each other's arms satisfied, basking 
in the afterglow of our love making.

The morning of Christmas Eve was rounds of last minute 
everything. Nothing annoyed my father more than some of 
the family's doing things last minute. At one point near 
lunch time Dad in his frustration tossed me the car 
keys:

"Here, Mike go to the store and get whatever it is they 
need," along with a ten.

To say the least I was shocked. I looked around for 
Matt; he'd just gotten his license in October. But I 
hadn't seen him or Linda since breakfast. Mom was busy 
with the other women preparing the evening meal. Becky 
had been recruited for kitchen duty again. She knew my 
Dad was not happy with all the running to the store. She 
quickly broke away from what she was doing:

"I'll go with Mike, Uncle Carl," she offered. "I know 
what is needed."

Dad didn't say anything as we pulled on our coats and 
ducked out the side door from the pantry in to the 
fridged –air of the late morning. 

"I thought you just had your learners permit," she said 
as I helped her into the car.

"I do," I told her closing the door. I got in, nervous, 
but thank god the store was only a half mile away. "He's 
doesn't like all the running around we're doing. Just 
the way he is."

Becky slid across the wide seat to sit beside me. I was 
nervous enough; I felt like an Air Force cadet on his 
first solo flight. (Which way is north?) I gave her a 
nervous look as I started the engine, put the heater on 
then put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway 
past the cluster of other cars. 

I must not have breathed until I pulled in the parking 
lot of the grocery store. I let out a sigh of relief: 
Where were the cops this morning? 

"Now what was it Aunt Faye needed?" I asked turning the 
engine off.

Becky pulled the list from her coat pocket. Suddenly I 
had a dire thought: "Um, by the way what are we getting 
anyway?"

She pulled a ten dollar bill from the other pocket. 
"Mama gave me a list and Daddy gave me a ten."

I sighed in relief. I showed her the ten my Dad gave me.

We picked up exactly what was on the list, nothing more 
and headed back to the house.

Becky was thrilled to say the least that I'd made it to 
the store and back without incident. I gave the keys 
back to Dad, the only response was: "Good. No problems, 
eh?"

"No, sir," and settled in to watch the rest of an NFL 
football game.

That was it until dinner time. Everyone in the meantime 
took turns changing in to their "Sunday best" for 
dinner. Becky came back downstairs wearing a red velvet 
and white lace sequined dress with sheer nylon sleeves 
and white stockings and white pumps. She was an absolute 
doll in that dress. I got an instant hard-on, which was 
not hard with her anymore. She instinctively knew what 
turned me on. Matt and Linda reappeared a short time 
later from wherever they'd been holed up most of the 
day. I don't know if anybody else noticed it, but Linda 
had the satisfied look of being well fucked the past two 
days. Linda was dressed in a Royal Blue and white dress 
with black stockings and matching shoes. 
 
After dinner, at 7 pm there was the mandatory Christmas 
Eve candle light service the whole family attended. We 
trooped in to occupy two pews near the middle of the 
sanctuary. Becky and I managed to sit together as did 
Matt and Linda. The little kids were sandwiched in with 
their parents.

After the service and the usual pleasantries paid to old 
family friends we went back to the house and the 
Christmas Eve opening of the first round of gifts: Later 
the toys for the little ones would be taken from the 
hiding places as if old Saint Nick made his drop of 
goodies for them.

Grandpa put a stack of Christmas LP's on the stereo to 
play softly and suggestively in the background. We were 
gorged with cake, ice cream, cookies, pastries of all 
types, drinks – the adults alcohol, us kids soda but 
that didn't stop Matt from spiking Linda's drink. 

Then Grandpa announced it was time: Time for the 
presents and gifts.

Becky and I occupied a chair on the edge of the 
gathering as did Linda and Matt. Linda ended up sitting 
on Matt's lap so one of the Aunts could have a seat. I 
watched them from the corner of my eyes. Linda was 
facing us, her back to the Aunt. I was doing my best to 
ignore them but it was hard when I noticed Matt sneaking 
his hand under the hem of Linda's dress. At the same 
time Linda was moving her butt in gentle back and forth 
motions over Matt's obviously hard cock. 

His face was as red as Becky's dress and breaking a 
sweat. However, Becky was not to be out done by her 
sister; in an obvious show of overdone delight over a 
special gift from one of the Aunts, Becky moved on to my 
lap, in her excitement she began rubbing her bottom on 
my already raging hard bull. Matt shifted a strained 
glance my way that seemed to say: "Welcome to the club, 
bud."

Linda, it appeared was close to an orgasm as was Becky. 
I was doing my best to hold back until I could get 
upstairs in to either the bedroom or bathroom to release 
the load that was threatening to explode in my pants.

Within a short time Grandpa brought the festivities to a 
close and the kids were ushered off to bed. There were 
only a couple of us teen-agers, we were able to hang 
around with the adults a few more minutes – more for the 
sake of propriety than anything else. The girls were the 
first to head upstairs followed by Matt's sister, Tammy. 
Seems she got stuck sleeping with a couple of the 
younger girls – eight and nine, Tammy was twelve going 
on thirteen herself. The girl had a body that'd become a 
man killer someday. She was already nicely formed, light 
brown hair, blue eyes, tall, slender, nice small breasts 
that filled out her blue nylon and lace holiday dress.

As she said: "Good-night..." and all, she gave me a sly 
glance that seemed to indicate she knew what was going 
on behind closed doors at night.

"Good night, Mike," she said in a sexy tone, her doe-
like eyes seemed to take on the look of those bedroom 
eyes you read about in men's sex magazines. The look in 
her eyes was one that would speak loud and clear: "I am 
available any time you want me."

In the space of a breath I couldn't help but wonder what 
she'd be like in bed. I merely said: "Night, Tammy – 
Merry Christmas..." Saying our good-nights, Matt 
following, we headed up stairs. As we reached the foot 
of the staircase, we darn near broke in to a full sprint 
up the stairs; we didn't have to exchange any words we 
both knew what was waiting for us within reach of the 
bedroom doors. Matt continued quietly along the hallway 
to a door at the end. He stopped long enough to quietly 
open the door. The door opened to the attic. Thought so. 
I should have guessed that's where those two had holed 
up most of the last two days.

I stepped in to the room that I'd had to myself with 
Becky last night. I quickly undressed and slipped in to 
bed. During the afternoon I'd located the linen closet 
and a couple towels. I'd read somewhere in some magazine 
that if you're going to bed a virgin and don't want to 
mess up the sheets, have a couple bath towels handy to 
slip under her when you pop her virgin cherry.

Within a few minutes the door opened, light from the 
hallway spilled in as the shadow of a slight figure 
slipped in, the door closed and the figure seemed to 
feel her way across the room to the bed. I knew it was 
"her" by the way she moved and the soft shuffling of 
feet across the hardwood floor. Clouds hid the moon, 
hinting at the proverbial white Christmas this year. 

She reached the bed, grasping the footboard she moved 
around it to the other side and climbed in under the 
covers to lay close to me. I reached over to touch her. 
She reached up, her hand a shadow within the shadows of 
the room. The hand grasped my hand. Instinctively I 
pulled her toward me. The scent of perfumed hair filled 
my senses.

"I'm yours tonight, Mike," she said softly moving closer 
to me. "Promise..."

Becky. I was elated to say the least. I was a bit 
worried for a moment.

"Becky," I began reaching back to the bedside stand to 
turn on the lamp. "I got something for you..."

I rolled over taking most of the heavy quilted blankets 
with me. I fumbled around until I found the purple 
velvet box. Sitting up in bed I looked down on this wisp 
of beauty beside me, her eyes shone in expectation until 
I opened my hands to reveal the box, then what was 
inside of it. The covers fell away from her as she sat 
up. She wore a white nylon baby doll nightie. The dark 
areoles of her nipples were visible, the nipples tenting 
the fabric. 
 
Becky stifled a cry of joy as she looked at the delicate 
piece of jewelry and tiny single karate diamond.

"Sssh," I hushed her as I took the ring from the box to 
slip it on her left hand ring finger.

Becky literally threw herself on me at that point 
knocking me back. Our mouths locked in a long lingering 
kiss, our tongues intertwined in a dance. The box 
tumbled to the floor. I wrapped my arms about her 
holding her close then pulled the top up until I felt 
Becky's nice small breasts and the hard swollen nubs of 
her nipples pressed against my chest.

"Make me yours tonight, Mike," she pleaded softly in to 
my mouth. "Whatever you want to do – you can do it to me 
tonight – and forever!"

My cock was aching with the stress of relief. I'd 
imagined this moment since the Labor Day picnic – and 
Fourth of July weekend before that. I'd been close to 
the desire to rape her on either weekend. I suppose she 
knew that she would have been raped if I'd decided to do 
it to her – there would have been nothing she could have 
done but give in and accept it.

I turned looking up into her hazel eyes and pulled her 
head down brushing her mouth with my lips. Becky sighed 
and parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip into her 
mouth and explore, probing slowly, gently. My tongue 
touched hers and she sucked gently, drawing me back into 
her mouth. I bit gently on her lip, nibbling softly and 
pulling it between my teeth. Releasing her lip, I kissed 
her eyelids, then her cheeks and the lobes of her ears. 
My arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her closer 
to me and she reached hers around my neck, surrendering 
to my caress. 
 
Holding Becky close, I slid my free hand over her hip, 
higher, onto her waist along her back then chest until I 
could cup her breast in my palm, her nipple trapped 
against my fingers, hard and swollen with desire. Becky 
moaned softly into my mouth as my hand tightened gently, 
squeezing the smooth curve of her breast. My fingers 
brushed Becky's nipple through the thin nylon of her 
nightie, making her tremble in my arms and she wriggled 
against me, feeling her pussy moistening with the 
familiar tingle of our recent love making starting in 
her belly. Our mouths parted, both of us a little 
breathless. 
 
"Do you still want me to take you – to be your first 
tonight?" I asked still looking for the assurance she 
was willing to give in knowing she was about to lose her 
virginity that night.

Becky merely nodded her head in reply. "Yes. Yes... 
please, make me yours tonight, Mike. I want you to be my 
first; I'm willing to be yours tonight. Do whatever you 
want with me..."

Laying her on her back I slowly, a kiss at a time moved 
my mouth lower, over the swell of her breasts and onto 
the ruche skin at the base of her nipples. Becky arched 
her neck and moaned softly as I flicked the tip of my 
tongue against the tender flesh, tasting the saltiness 
of her sweat. My hand slid lower, the tip of my 
forefinger snaking through the soft hair, damp from the 
sweat and other juices that seeped slowly out of Becky's 
pussy. 

Becky reached out to touch me, brushing her cool fingers 
over the shaft of my erection, gasping as she felt the 
heat of my excitement. Gently, I pulled the flimsy 
material of Becky's panty down, past her hips as she 
lifted her taut, rounded ass from the bed. Now her downy 
covered pussy was bare and I could gently play my 
fingers over her sensitive mound, tracing the swollen 
puffy lips and teasing them apart. 
 
Becky gasped as my fingertip brushed against her clit 
and I slid the length of my forefinger along the moist 
slit of her pussy. Becky moaned into my mouth as I 
kissed her and pressed my finger gently into the opening 
of her throbbing pussy, feeling the hot moisture making 
my finger slick and slippery. Her hand tightened, 
reflexively around the base of my erection, feeling the 
firmness and moving the velvety skin against the 
hardness of my shaft beneath it. 

A clear gem of pre-cum formed in the slit at the head of 
my manhood and she caught the moisture on her fingertip 
and, instinctively, spread it over the velvety skin of 
my glans. I pulled the panties down the silky smoothness 
of Becky's thighs, to her knees and, as she bent her 
legs to slip the wisp of silk off, I pressed my hand 
against the inside of her thigh, spreading her knees 
wider, so that I could slide my fingers along the inside 
of her thigh and use the tips to spread the lips of her 
virgin pussy. 
 
Becky whimpered a little in delight as I slid my middle 
finger into her pussy, slowly penetrating her and 
plumbing the bubbling depths of her virgin passage that 
only I knew. Even though my finger was much slenderer 
than my cock, Becky could feel it stretching her, 
filling her just enough to excite her; I touched her 
cherry girlhood feeling the gossamer thin membrane that 
had kept her virgin until that moment. Her nipples stood 
upright, like miniature towers on the shallow hillocks 
of her breasts, and her chest heaved as she gasped and 
panted lustfully. I slid my knee between her thighs to 
keep them spread wide and with a dexterous roll of my 
hips, swiveled myself on top of her. For a moment, a 
spark of fear flashed at the back of her eyes as I 
pinned her to the bed and then the hot flame of her 
desire quickly consumed her. 
 
Reaching down between her thighs, Becky pulled her pussy 
lips apart with the tips of her fingers, opening the 
pinkly wet passage to the tip of my cock. Gently, 
slowly, I guided the swollen head between her lips and 
eased it into her. Becky groaned deep within her throat 
as I pressed my cock into her stretching her hot 
lubricious pussy over the tip. My cock slid a little way 
into her and I stopped, panting as though I had just 
finished a sprint, waiting for her body to become used 
to this intrusion despite the first time on Labor Day 
when I nearly lost it, close to raping the girl. Rocking 
back and forth, I thrust gently, tenderly into Becky's 
willing body, each movement dipping a little deeper into 
the well of pleasure that was her virgin pussy.

Becky was small, nice and tight, her pussy grasping the 
thickness of my engorged cock.

It seemed to take forever and Becky was sobbing, almost 
ready to beg me to take her but, at last, I could feel 
the resistance of her maidenhead against the tip of my 
cock. Trembling, I paused, my weight supported on my 
outstretched arms, her wrists caught in my hands and my 
mouth at her ear. 
 
"Are you ready, sweet heart?" I asked. 
 
"Oh yes, Mike," she whispered back. "Take me, take me 
now... darling please!" 

She was ready and willing.
 
I pushed, feeling the tearing of the delicate membrane 
that kept her virgin until that moment, knowing that I 
was about to take her virginity. Becky bucked once, 
violently beneath me and cried out in pain and triumph 
as she felt something inside her snapping, followed by a 
burning, deep inside her, as I pressed the length of my 
cock to the very depths of her pussy. Exquisitely 
slowly, I eased my cock back and then slid it back, deep 
into her pussy. It seemed to burn for a few heartbeats 
but, with every tiny movement of my cock inside her, it 
became easier and, within the space of three deep 
breaths, I was sliding the length of my cock easily in 
and out of her hot, bleeding pussy.

Becky's virgin pussy enveloped my hard thick cock like a 
glove; she was so nice and tight, her pussy pulsed with 
my thick malehood lodged inside her.

I didn't move for a moment, giving Becky a chance to get 
used to the feel of me inside her. Then, kissing her 
gently, I rocked my hips in and out, building a smooth 
rhythm and taking care to give my sweet, beautiful 
cousin an orgasm she could never, ever forget.
 
"Do it, Mike! Do it to me!" Becky cried, and, as her 
face tightened with pending release I finally abandoned 
all control, driving my cock in and out of her with all 
the force I could muster, making Becky's every nerve 
ending crackle.
 
"Ah! Ah!" she cried. "Mike! Mike! I–I'm coming!"
 
This time Becky's entire body thrashed underneath mine 
and I could hold back no Longer: Jet after jet of my 
male juices erupted through my pistoning prick, and we 
moaned each other's names as passion washed over us like 
foamy storm waves at high tide. 
 
Gradually, our passion subsided and we kissed and 
caressed each other softly as our bodies, glistening now 
with sweat and each other's juices, disengaged, and we 
lay in one another's arms, gazing with love and 
adoration.
 
Becky held her left hand up to gaze with wonder at the 
ring. Shifting her gaze toward me she said: "I'm yours, 
Mike. I'll always be yours. You know that."

"Yes," I answered turning to kiss her again. I lifted my 
mouth from hers, I said: "I've wanted to make love to 
you for the longest time. You're so lovely, Becky. And 
I've wanted this for a long time..."
 
"So have I," she said as we wrapped our arms about each 
other; we made love again more slowly and passionately 
before finally falling asleep. 
 

Part VI
 
Time moved on for us. Whenever there was a family get 
together or some function and we'd be together, we would 
slip off somewhere to just fuck for a while. However, I 
finally graduated from high school and had no interest 
in college – not with a bunch of whine babies who would 
rather protest a war than attend classes and get an 
academic education; I decided to enlist in the Army and 
go to war anyway. Screw a bunch of whiners!
 
One of the first letters I got at basic from Becky, she 
told me Linda was pregnant with Matt's baby! When Matt 
found out Linda was pregnant he left town and for the 
nearest Marine recruiting station and ended up in `Nam. 
I laughed myself until my stomach ached. Somewhere in 
our passion and lust, Becky and I got smart about the 
use of protection – me to her. I didn't want my 
sweetheart getting pregnant just yet.

Over the next four years I'd been to `Nam, Germany, back 
to `Nam and back stateside.

In that time my love for Becky never waned. We would get 
together for a couple days when I was home on leave; she 
was my main reason for coming home at that time. After 
being away nearly five years I was coming back stateside 
for a senior NCO school. Becky was thrilled. She managed 
to meet me at the airport. As the plane taxied up to the 
terminal I could see a young girl in a white mini-dress 
standing at the window of the arrival lounge. 
 
I finally was able to get off the plane with the press 
of other passengers. Becky spotted me, called my name: 
"Mike! Mike!" and ran up to me throwing her arms around 
my neck. "Mike oh, Mike!" she cried, tears spilling down 
her cheeks.

We hugged and kissed, the other passengers managed to 
move around us like water around rocks in a river. 
Finally I was able to take a blue velvet box from my 
uniform jacket pocket. Becky watched with astonishment 
as I managed to open it for her to see the 24 karat ring 
set.

"B-Becky..." I stammered, despite all the practice on 
the way home, "will you marry me?"

Becky lifted her tear filled eyes back to mine. Without 
hesitation she said: "Yes!"

Suddenly the crowd around us erupted in to cheers and 
clapping that seemed to last forever, echoing the next 
thirty-three years of our life together. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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