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Chuck and Monica
by Dirty Old Man (no address provided)

***

Chuck and Monica were cousins who grew up next door to 
each other on their grandparent's farm.  Then Chuck 
moved away.  A few years later, he gets to spend the 
summer. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, mast, oral)

***

Monica said: Chuck was the first boy I ever kissed. Oh, 
I don't remember it. We were too young. Mom has pictures 
of us kissing when we were toddlers.

Chuck said: Monica was my best friend. As a small child, 
I wanted to spend every waking moment with her.

Monica said: I don't suppose our hugging and kissing as 
toddlers counts as anything sexual, but what we did when 
we were pre-teens sure does! His was the first dick I 
ever saw.

Chuck says: I remember the first time I saw her tit. It 
was the summer we were 10.

We both lived on our grandparents farm. Grandma and 
Grandpa lived in the main house, and we were raised in 
houses flanking the main house. We'd often meet by our 
grandparents house and ride our bikes up and down the 
driveways hell-bent for leather, racing each other until 
we were worn out.

Monica said: I'd started to grow up that summer. My tits 
were just starting to grow, although they really hadn't 
developed by this time. Just a slight swelling, and the 
nipples and my brown spots had grown a little. But I 
wanted someone, anyone, to look at me. To touch me. I 
didn't know what I wanted; I just wanted attention. So I 
hatched a plan, and it worked out better than I planned. 
It was the late summer, probably in the middle of the 
week. I do remember that school was starting soon. I put 
on one of my oldest jumpers, and went out to ride my 
bicycle. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Chuck showed 
up and we started playing. I said, "Chuck, you can't 
pass me today, my top keeps slipping down."

Chuck said: I said, "OK," and immediately forgot about 
it.

Monica said: It seemed like forever, but I think it took 
him no more than two minutes.

Chuck said: We rode around the barn, and she slowed down 
a little, so I whipped around her. As I passed her, I 
looked at her. Her top had slipped a little, just like 
she said. And there it was. Her tit wasn't big. It was 
hardly more than a bump. But it was a tit. Even at 10, I 
knew what a tit was. And it was a fabulous sight. The 
brown spot was about the size of a quarter, and the 
nipple was smaller than a pencil eraser, but IT WAS A 
TIT! I went past her staring at it. 

There was a strange look on her face, which I couldn't 
quite figure out, but I wasn't interested in her face. 
I'd seen her tit! I almost crashed into a tree stump by 
the driveway staring at her! I saw her shrug up the top 
as we came around the barn. I wanted to take her back 
behind the barn and... and... and... something! I didn't 
know what! But I wanted to do whatever is was that I 
wanted to do!

Monica said: So far, so good. He'd seen my tit. I'd made 
sure he got a real good look. I just didn't know what to 
do next.

Chuck said: But I hatched a plan. I hadn't started to 
physically change at the time, but I had noticed Monica 
was a girl, and that girls were different than guys. I 
let her pass me as we rode past Grandma and Grandpa's 
house, then we turned around. As we went behind the barn 
again, I shot past her. This time, her top was up, so I 
didn't get to see her tit. I was a little disappointed, 
but I knew what to do.

I slammed my foot back, locking the rear wheel, and slid 
to a stop. Monica stopped beside me. "I gotta go pee, 
Monica," I said. "I'm going into the machine shed. Don't 
you follow me. Understand?"

Monica said: Oh, I understood, all right!

Chuck said: I went into the machine shed, where Grandpa 
parked his tractors and other farm machinery. Pulling my 
T-shirt up under my chin, I dropped my shorts to my 
ankles. Quickly, a warm stream of urine flowed from my 
body. I looked up. Sure enough, there was Monica, 
peeking around the corner.

Monica said: I basically knew what a dick looked like. 
It was just nice seeing one.

I knew I wanted to do something, touch him, have him 
touch me, anything! I just didn't know what!

Chuck said: I didn't know what I wanted, either. I just 
wanted. We kept flashing each other for the rest of the 
day. I'll bet I passed her a dozen times that day. And I 
had to pee a good six or seven times.

Monica said: School started the following week. We rode 
bicycles at Grandpa's house after that, but we never had 
our peep show again. I wish I knew why.

Chuck said: That winter, Dad got a new job, and we moved 
away. I missed Monica. She was my best friend.

Monica said: I really was sad when Chuck moved away. 
It's easy to say someone is your best friend, but he 
really was. We'd sit and talk for hours. Play games. All 
kinds of best friend things. We stood up for each other. 
If someone said something bad about one of us, the other 
one would give them hell.

Chuck said: I got into a couple fights by protecting 
Monica.

Monica said: We were more than friends. We were nearly 
brother and sister. Maybe more.

Chuck said: We got back the next two summers when 
Grandpa died, then when Grandma died. I got to see her 
for only a couple minutes each time. We didn't get an 
opportunity to flash each other.

Monica said: I always thought Chuck was good looking. 
Even if he was my cousin. But when I saw him at each 
funeral, he was a little more grown up, a little more 
developed, maybe ... maybe a little better looking

Chuck said: The first thing I noticed when we went back 
for Grandpa's funeral was that Monica had tits! The 
front of her blouse was pushed out a little bit. Oh, how 
I wanted to go back to the machine shed again. Then, at 
Grandma's funeral, the front of her shirt was well-
filled out. Again, nothing was meant to be.

Monica said: I didn't even know myself why, but I just 
wanted to look as pretty as possible for Chuck. I was 
just so happy to see him. And he was pleased to see me, 
too.

Chuck said: We didn't get to see each other over the 
next couple years. Dad's job didn't let us get back 
"home," but Mom and Dad and Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge 
let me talk to Monica on the phone once in a while. And 
we wrote each other letters.

Monica said: The Christmas we were 14 was a special 
Christmas. We went to the midnight services at the 
church, then I was allowed to open one present. I think 
I disappointed Mom and Dad. I didn't pick the one they 
wanted me to pick. I opened a new pair of jeans.

Chuck said: My Christmas Eve present was a new pair of 
cowboy boots.

So Mom and Dad held out the smallest present for last. I 
opened it. Inside was a small slip of paper. "What's 
this?" I asked.

Monica said: The last present was a tiny box. I saw a 
small slip of paper inside. "What's this?" I asked.

"Go ahead and read it," Dad said.

Chuck said: "You can read," Mom said.

So I read it. "The bearer of this certificate will spend 
from June 10 until August 25 with Aunt Marge, Uncle Paul 
and Monica."

Monica said: So I read it: "The bearer of this 
certificate has to entertain one Mr. Chuck Willoughby 
for the period of time beginning June 10, expiring on 
August 25, 1984."

A grin spread quickly across my face "Chuck's gonna 
spend the summer here? That's... That's... That's the 
best Christmas present EVER!"

Chuck said: My brother Dave was jealous. He really 
didn't remember living on the farm all that well, and he 
admitted that he hardly knew Monica, or Uncle Paul, and 
Aunt Marge, for that matter. It was just the fact that I 
was doing something and he couldn't. He was jealous, 
that is, until I pointed out that he'd have the house to 
himself, with no older brother to get into his shit.

June 10th couldn't get here fast enough. Not just to get 
back home, which was great. I wanted to see Monica. When 
we talked later that day, it was all we could talk 
about.

Monica said: I'm surprised I did as well in school as I 
did that second semester. All I could think about was 
Chuck spending the summer with us. Me, actually.

When that Saturday finally arrived, I got dressed 
carefully. I wanted to look as pretty as possible for 
Chuck, but I didn't want to be ... I don't know, 
overdressed, I guess is the word I'm looking for. I 
didn't know why, I just wanted to look as nice as 
possible for Chuck.

Finally, Uncle Charlie and Aunt Betty's van pulled into 
our driveway. I stood beside Mom and Dad as it pulled 
in. Uncle Charlie looked older than I remembered. Then, 
this good-looking hunk climbed out of the back. He was a 
few inches taller than me, but he had dark wavy hair, 
piercing blue eyes, the beginnings of a broad chest, and 
a flat tummy. My eyes widened and a smile crept across 
my face as I walked toward him. "Are you Chuck?"

Chuck said: I got out of the van, and the first thing I 
saw was this little babe approaching me. A couple inches 
shorter than me, she had straight blond hair with bangs 
that reached deep-set dark blue eyes She had a little 
pert nose, and full lips. But what really got my 
attention was just a little lower. Her tight T-shirt 
struggled to keep her large, firm-looking tits inside. 
To my 15-year-old eyes, they looked perfect. Below that 
was a flat, sexy stomach and flaring hips. "You aren't 
Monica, are you?" I asked.

Monica said: I couldn't get to Chuck fast enough. When 
he hugged me, he picked me up off the ground and whirled 
me around. It was so good to see him again. But, to feel 
his body against mine, it created feelings I didn't 
recall feeling before.

Chuck said: When she plastered herself against me, I 
felt her big tits press against me. It was wonderful. I 
had to be careful not to let her feel my hard on, which 
sprang immediately to life. I was so happy to see her, I 
wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to kiss me. But we 
didn't.

Monica said: We moved into the farm house after Grandma 
died. Chuck and I held hands as he carried his luggage 
into the house. I showed him which of the six bedrooms 
he'd be staying in during the summer. I sat on his bed 
and we talked as he put away his clothes.

Chuck said: We didn't do a whole lot that weekend. Hung 
around with Mom and Dad and Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge. 
Dave acted bored the whole time. Mom and Dad left for 
home after church on Sunday, and Uncle Paul showed me 
what my chores would be. There weren't a lot. It was a 
good sized farm, but not big enough to make a living on, 
so they rented most of the land out and had other jobs 
in town.

Monica said: Chuck and I didn't do a whole lot on Monday 
while Mom and Dad were at work. I showed him around the 
farm; we went swimming in the pond. It was nice seeing 
him in his tight cutoffs and nothing else. We rented out 
the house I had lived in when I was little, but the 
other house was empty. The former tenants had moved out 
in April, and we hadn't rented it to anyone yet, so we 
looked around that house. It was clean, but empty.

Chuck said: About 11:00 Monday night, I decided to turn 
in and started upstairs. Monica followed me. "Good 
night, Chuck," she said behind me.

So I turned around and said, "Good night, Monica!"

Monica said: I don't know why I did it. Oh, I know why I 
told him good night. I was going to bed, too. But, when 
he turned around to say good night, he held out his 
arms. So I stepped into them, and we hugged. I went to 
kiss him on the cheek, like I had the night before.

Suddenly, he turned his head just slightly, and our lips 
crashed together. We were kissing. Not just a quick, 
cousin-like peck on the lips, but a real kiss. I sucked 
on his lips like they were life-giving. I didn't want to 
let him know how nice it was, so, after we broke apart, 
I gave him another quick peck on the lips and scurried 
into my bedroom.

Chuck said: Monica kissed me. Or, I kissed Monica. 
Monica and I kissed. A good kiss. I just didn't want her 
to know how much I enjoyed it, so after it was over, I 
quickly gave her a little peck on the lips, and jumped 
into my bedroom. Closing the door, I leaned against the 
dresser. My hard cock was poking through the fly of my 
pajamas.

Monica said: I closed the bedroom door and leaned 
against it. There was a tingling in my pussy. Damn! That 
kiss was nice! Feeling his body against mine, now that 
was a great feeling. And I knew he liked it, too. I had 
felt his dick get hard against me. Pulling back the bed 
covers, I slipped off my nightgown and lay down. I 
squeezed my tits, pinching my nipples. God, they were on 
fire! My hand trailed down my belly. *Mm, Chuck,* I 
thought to myself, *you feel so good. Kiss me again.* My 
finger snaked through my thick brush of pubic hair. 
"Mmm," a moan escaped my lips as my finger rubbed my wet 
lips. An electric jolt shocked my body as I touched my 
clit. I quickly rubbed myself, sliding a finger into my 
slick, slippery cunt

Our kiss still burned in my mind. I could feel his lips 
on mine. I wanted to feel that again! My ass bounced on 
my bed as my fingers slipped in and out of my tight 
hole. I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted 
to feel his body on top of mine. As my fingers slid in 
and out of my pussy, I imagined it to be the hard dick I 
felt against me when we kissed. A strangled moan forced 
itself past my lips. I felt a tightening begin, 
centering on my pussy. Quickly it grew until suddenly, 
all hell broke loose. Waves of pleasure burst over my 
consciousness, like a tidal wave of lust. Liquid drooled 
from my pussy as each spasm caused the next one to form.

Slowly, the waves eased, and finally subsided. I pulled 
my dripping fingers from my pussy and sighed. "Wow!" I 
whispered. "I haven't come like that in a long time!" I 
wiped my hands on an old T-shirt, slipped my nightgown 
back on, and was asleep, almost before my head hit the 
pillow.

Chuck said: It was a real kiss. The feel of her lips on 
mine, her body pressed against me, her arms around my 
neck, my arms around her waist, her large tits against 
me, her lips on mine. I looked down. My hard cock poked 
through the fly in my pajamas. I realized that I didn't 
care if she had seen it. She had to have felt it when we 
kissed.

I could still feel her lips on mine. I yearned to feel 
that again. I quickly stripped off my pajamas, found a 
sock, and lay on my back. Slipping the sock over my 
hard-on, I again felt her kiss, her tits, her body 
pressed against me. I began to quickly stoke my hard 
cock. I knew it wouldn't take me long. God, that kiss! 
Had me on fire! My hand was a blur on my cock. The sock 
felt so soft. Like Monica's lips. Her body pressed 
against mine again, even if only in my mind. A quiet 
moan forced itself past my lips. "Monica!" I softly 
cried.

Faster and faster my hand stroked my cock. I felt a 
familiar constriction in my balls Holding a pillow over 
my face to muffle any noise I made, I exploded. Lights 
blinked in my eyes as waves of horrendous pleasure 
cascaded over me. Shot after shot of my hot, sticky goo 
jetted from my dick into my sock. It took all my 
concentration to not cry out. Soon, the feelings 
subsided, and I collapsed on to my bed, exhausted.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled my sticky, soaked 
sock off my deflating cock, wiped off any vestigial 
liquid, and threw it on the floor. Within seconds, I was 
asleep. I didn't even bother turning off the lamp.

Monica said: It was about 8:00 when I woke up the next 
morning. All I had thought about all night was that 
kiss. How good it felt, pressing our bodies together, 
his lips on mine, deeply kissing. I knew what I wanted. 
I wanted to press our naked bodies together. I wanted to 
feel him deep inside me. I dreamed about it all night 
long, and when I awoke, my panties were sticky. I 
dropped them in the dirty clothes hamper, went 
downstairs and swigged milk from the carton. Mom and Dad 
had already left for work. Dad had left a short list of 
chores on the table.

Back upstairs, I noticed a dim light shining around 
Chuck's door. Since his bedroom was on the west side of 
the house, I guessed he was awake, too. So, I slowly 
opened the door. Chuck was still asleep; he hadn't even 
bothered to shut off his lamp.

Suddenly, I noticed HE WAS NAKED! One quick peek won't 
hurt, I decided. He's asleep. He'll never know. We're 
alone; no one else will ever know, either. I slipped 
into his room and quietly crept across to the bed.

Chuck said: The last thing on my mind the night before 
was fucking Monica. Thanks to the kiss, I knew I'd be 
uncomfortable around her for at least a week, and 
probably all summer. I'd known that I wanted to fuck her 
as soon as I stepped out of the van. My cousin was a 
babe! Then, we got along so well, like nothing had 
changed in the four years we were apart. We were 
together constantly, holding hands. We hugged quite a 
few time, and feeling her firm, curvy body pressed again 
mine was fantastic. Then we kissed. Wow!

Monica said: Yep. He was completely bare ass not a 
stitch on butt naked. I looked at his face. He was a 
good looking guy. His chest showed signs of muscular 
development. Then, down his belly to what I was really 
interested in. There it was, dark-skinned, wrinkly and, 
well, short. Not very big. But infinitely interesting.

Our kiss the night before had awoken something in me. I 
wanted something. And I knew what I wanted. I was afraid 
to take the step needed, but I was afraid not to.

Unbidden, my hand reached out. Suddenly, Chuck moved. He 
rolled so he was a little more flat on his back, arms 
high on his chest, and his legs spread slightly wider. I 
froze, petrified. What if he caught he in his bedroom, 
my hand reaching for him? I stared at his face for 
several seconds. Eyes closed, he smacked his lips once, 
and rolled his head away from the lamp.

I stood stock still for a time, carefully watching him 
for signs of him waking up, but he didn't move again. 
Slowly, my hand began to move. My thighs were against 
his bed. Finally, I touched his dick. The skin was soft 
and warm and very pliable. It was only about an inch 
long, and not much wider than a quarter. I touched his 
scrotum, feeling the balls within it.

I pulled my hand back and stepped away from the bed, my 
eyes never leaving my cousin's naked body. I knew I 
should leave; I'd had my peek, my fun; I should let him 
sleep.

But I couldn't. I just had to do something else. It was 
now, or never, and I decided on now. Slowly, carefully, 
I eased myself on to his bed. Once I was kneeling on his 
bed, I cautiously looked at him. He was still asleep. 
The thought of what I'd do should he awake entered my 
mind. 'What are you doing, Monica?' 'I saw you were 
naked and I thought you might be cold, so I decided to 
cover you with something. Me.' I almost laughed out loud 
at that.

But I couldn't back out now. I stretched out, lying 
between Chuck's legs. Once I was fully prone, my face 
was just inches from his crotch. Scooting forward, I 
took his dick in my hand. It was soft, and it flopped 
down between my fingers. "No stopping now, Monica," I 
whispered. I took his entire appendage into my mouth. It 
tasted like sucking my thumb, but felt nothing like it. 
It felt almost like an empty sack of skin. I seemed to 
have more hair in my mouth. That feeling didn't last 
long, though.

I had a good idea of what a hard-on was supposed to look 
like. Judging from what I felt pressing against me last 
night when Chuck and I kissed, I knew what one felt 
like. His dick quickly expanded, blossoming to its full 
glory in virtually no time.

Chuck said: I dreamed about Monica all night. Holding 
her in my arms, her large, firm tits squeezed against my 
chest, her soft lips pressed against mine. I'd jerked 
off thinking about her a few times at home; that night 
hadn't been the first. But I thought about other girls 
more often. We were going to be alone on the farm all 
summer long. Seeing her in her skimpy bikini at the pond 
the previous day, kissing her that night. I'd jerk off 
all summer long, dreaming about her! Boy, did I want to 
fuck my cousin!

Monica said: I wanted to fuck my cousin! There! I said 
it! I wanted to fuck my cousin.

My mouth slid up and down his rigid shaft, covering it 
with a thin coating of my saliva. Now I wanted Chuck to 
wake up. I wanted him to wake up, pull me up beside him, 
kiss me, feel me, mount me, make me come! I looked up at 
his face. He hadn't moved. His face was still turned 
away from his lamp. I sucked harder on his hard dick. 
How long could he sleep?

Chuck said: I had dreamed about fucking Monica all night 
long. It started all over again. I could almost feel her 
lips gliding up and down my hard cock. God, did it feel 
good! I moaned in my sleep.

Monica said: Finally, I heard him groan! His head rolled 
over. I redoubled my efforts.

Chuck said: Slowly I opened my eyes. Monica was lying 
between my legs, my hard cock stuck between her lips. I 
closed my eyes and opened them again. Yup, I had seen 
that. My cousin, the cousin I'd all but give my left nut 
to fuck, was giving me a blow job. It felt fantastic! I 
moaned aloud, and she looked up at me. I put my hand on 
the side of her head, and said, "Good morning, 
beautiful."

Monica said: I heard him moan, and I looked up. His eyes 
were open. I bobbed my head again, and I felt his hand 
on the side of my head. "Good morning, beautiful," he 
said.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth, giving it a last, 
hard suck on just the head, and said, "Good morning to 
you, too, handsome!"

Chuck said: I said, "That's a nice way to wake up, 
Monica."

"Thought you might like it," she said, scooting up to 
lie beside me. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed 
deeply, our tongues searching each other out in our 
first French kiss. We kissed for a long time, her hand 
searching out and finding my hard cock, slowly working 
it up and down. My hand found her tit through her 
nightgown, the nipple hard on my palm.

We broke apart, and she lay back. My hand quickly slid 
down her flat, trim belly and under the hem of her 
plain, blue nightgown. She moaned loudly as my fingers 
found her bare pussy. Her hand continued its work on my 
cock as my fingers strummed her sopping-wet cunt. "Mmm," 
she moaned. "That's nice."

"But it's not fair," I said innocently.

"What isn't?" she asked dreamily.

I slid my finger part way into her soaked pussy. "I'm 
naked. You still have on your nightgown! Maybe I should 
cover up!"

Monica said: "That won't be necessary!" I said, slipping 
my nightgown over my head.

Chuck said: I immediately leaned down and took her 
nipple into my mouth. It felt like hard rubber, tasted 
like sucking my thumb, and felt fabulous! I worked my 
finger in and out of her pussy and sucked on her nipple 
as she jacked my cock for a short time. Finally, she 
sighed and said, "Chuck! You have got to put that thing 
in me!"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I raised up on to 
my knees as she shimmied underneath me. Lining up my 
cock with her wet pussy, I pushed against her. That 
first contact almost took me over the edge.

Monica said: I inhaled deeply as his silky smooth head 
brushed against my wet pussy. "Come on, Baby!" I sighed.

Chuck said: I pushed and some of my cock disappeared 
into her body. It looked just as I imagined it would, 
but it felt even better. I pushed again, and came up 
against an obstruction. "My cherry!" Monica giggled.

I pulled out and shoved it in again. There was her 
maidenhead again. I pushed again, and still didn't get 
past it. "You won't hurt me, Baby," she cooed. "Push 
harder!"

"OK, Honey," I said. Pulling back, I shoved harder. I 
felt something tear inside her, and her cunt swallowed 
more than half my cock.

Monica said: I pushed hard against him as he pushed into 
me. We pulled back, and shoved against each other. 
Suddenly, something inside my pussy tore. A sharp intake 
of breath quickly followed a sigh of relief from my 
throat. I looked down between us. His dick was stuck 
about halfway into my pussy.

Chuck said: I felt something inside her tear as my cock 
plunged deep into her pussy. I looked in her face at the 
sound of a sharp, quick breath. "Did I hurt you?"

She squirmed a little underneath me. "It hurt a little 
bit," she giggled. "But it feels real good, too!" I 
pulled back out and pressed forward again. My cock 
buried itself to my balls in her hot, wet orifice. I 
looked down at my pretty cousin and said, "We really are 
fucking, aren't we?"

Monica said: I looked up at my handsome cousin on top of 
me. "Yeah. We really are!"

Chuck said: Instinct took over, and within a few 
thrusts, we had a good rhythm going. We were moving 
together like a well-oiled machine. Her cunt was tight, 
and hot. Her wetness provided the oil that lubricated 
out movements. She reached around my neck and pulled me 
to her, kissing me on the lips. Monica moaned quietly 
into my mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, and started 
pumping into my cousin faster and harder. She arched her 
back and cried out loudly. My balls pulled up into my 
groin. "I'm ... I'm cumming," she whimpered as I felt 
her cunt walls grip my cock tighter.

Suddenly, my cock expanded slightly, and my balls 
constricted. A breath choked its way from my throat. 
"Me, too, Monica!" I grunted as the first load of my 
white, hot cum exploded down my cock and deep into my 
cousin's pussy. She clung tightly to me as her cunt 
grabbed my cock, trying to pull it out by the roots. 
Two, three, four shots jetted from me into her. Our 
moans echoed around my bedroom. Finally, the last little 
bit of my cum dribbled from my cock into my hot cousin's 
pussy, and I collapsed on top of her. I sighed. She 
said, "That was nice, Chuck!"

"I'll say," I sighed, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Monica said: "That was the best come I've ever had, 
Chuck."

"Me, too," Chuck mumbled. "But, I've never had a partner 
before."

I giggled. "Me, neither, silly. You felt it when you 
popped my cherry!"

I snuggled against him, keeping my arms around his neck. 
His hardon wilted, but stayed lodged in my pussy. "Feels 
nice," I said, wiggling my pussy against his soft cock.

Chuck said: "Yeah, it does." We lay quietly together, me 
on top of her, her breasts squished between us, for 
several minutes. Our breathing slowly returned to 
normal. I raised my head and looked deeply into her 
eyes. "I've always thought you are pretty, Monica," I 
said quietly. "And I'm right. You are beautiful."

She giggled, blushing slightly. "You say the sweetest 
things."

"I mean it, Monica. You are a really beautiful girl."

"You're very handsome, too, Chuck." I gave her a quick 
peck on the lips. We looked deep into each other's eyes. 
Our faces moved slowly together. My head tilted as our 
noses brushed. Our lips came together in a deep, longing 
kiss. My tongue forced its way past her lips, finding 
hers. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths as a moan 
ricocheted between us. My cock, so recently sated, 
started to grow in her cunt. Unconsciously, my hips 
began to gyrate.

Monica said: It felt so right to be kissing him. My 
nipples hardened, and I could feel my pussy start to 
lubricate itself again. I was ready for another round. 
Then I felt his dick start to react, too. "More 
already?" I asked, faking surprise.

"Mm-hmm!" he said, pumping fully into me as his dick 
sprang back to its full glory.

Chuck said: Within seconds, my balls were slapping my 
cousin's shapely ass again. Suddenly, she stopped me.

Monica said: "I wanna try something different," I said. 
I pushed him off me. "Lie on your back." He did as I 
told him. His dick stood straight up from his crotch. I 
giggled as I straddled him. Holding his dick in my hand, 
I lined it up with my pussy. "I've only heard of this," 
I said. "I hope it's as easy as they say."

Chuck reached up and grabbed my tits. "They feel nice, 
Monica. Go for it!"

I finally held his dick at the entrance of my pussy, and 
slowly lowered myself on to it. His dick slowly impaled 
me as he mauled my tits. I smiled as I leaned over to 
balance myself on his shoulders. "I really don't know 
what I'm doing, Chuck!"

Chuck said, "There only one way to learn, Monica! Go for 
it!"

Being impaled on his hard dick felt very good. Steadying 
myself I slowly rocked up, then back down. I felt his 
dick slide out then back into my pussy, setting off 
little electric sparks in my pussy. I wanted as much of 
my cousin inside me for as long as possible. Sliding up 
and down on his pole, I looked down at him. He had a 
beatific smile on his face as he mauled my tits. It felt 
wonderful. It simply felt right! Like this was the most 
natural thing for cousins to do.

Chuck said: There was less of the frenetic urgency this 
time than there had been the first time a few minutes 
earlier. Oh, I enjoyed the feel of her pussy sliding up 
and down on my cock. I was rubbing her tits 
enthusiastically. They felt fantastic, too. I wanted to 
reach up and suck her nipples, maybe kiss her, but she 
was holding me down by the shoulders. The look of pure 
bliss crossed her face, a groan erupted from her throat, 
and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. I knew my 
orgasm was approaching, too. Quickly, I felt my balls 
constrict, and for the second time, I bathed the inside 
of her pussy with my semen.

Monica said: I came quickly riding his hard dick, then I 
felt his hot cum splashing up into me. Sighing, I let go 
of his shoulders and lay on top of him. He pulled my 
face to his, and we kissed deeply.

Chuck said: We looked deeply into each other's eyes. 
"That was good, Monica," I said. "Thank you. After last 
night's kiss, I wasn't sure how I'd last the summer 
alone all day with you."

She laughed. "I had the same worry about you. Then this 
morning, seeing you naked, I just couldn't help myself. 
Why were you naked?"

I shrugged. "I've slept in the buff for about three 
years, now. That was quite a blow job you were giving me 
when I woke up."

She snickered. "Do you remember Brenda Larsen? She 
showed a group of us what to do last spring, using a 
carrot. Then she ate the carrot."

I winced. "Biting and chewing is a definite mood 
breaker, Monica."

"She said she had learned to give head at summer camp 
when she was 13, and she really enjoyed it. I can 
understand why."

Monica said: I pulled myself off him. His now-soft dick 
popped out of my pussy, letting our mixed fluids drip 
down my leg. I rolled over next to my cousin. He pulled 
me close, and we kissed again. "I could get used to 
this," I said as I climbed off the bed.

"If I have anything to say about it, Honey, you will get 
used to it. I hope to do it more often."

I just smiled at him.

Chuck said: We cleaned up and got dressed. I should've 
realized that sex could get messy; that's why I 
typically jerked off in a sock. But, nonetheless, I was 
surprised at how sticky we were. We showered together, 
and we kissed several times. As much as I would've liked 
to try sex in a different spot, after two rounds so 
close together, even my teenaged body was not ready for 
a third go-around.

We met up in the kitchen after we got dressed. I wore a 
T-shirt and a pair of shorts, she had on a pair of tight 
shorts and a tight tube top. I liked the way it strained 
against her large tits. "Here's our to-do list," she 
said, handing me the paper Uncle Paul had written.

"It's all in the barn," I said.

"Mm-hmm. We'll eat breakfast, and I'll help you." She 
grinned. "You'll just have to help me with housework 
when that's on our to-do list."

I shrugged. "I do housework at home all the time. It's 
no biggie."

Monica said: Dad wanted us to clean up one of the bays 
in the barn. He'd been threatening to do it for years. 
It wasn't really dirty; he never used it and he just 
wanted to get it emptied out, maybe use it for storage.

We spent several hours working in the barn. We quit for 
lunch, but went back out as soon as we finished. I 
flashed a tit once, after I watched him pee. He pulled 
my tit out of my tube top and sucked on the nipple when 
I flashed him, but we didn't go any farther. We both 
wanted to impress Mom and Dad and get it finished before 
they got home.

Chuck said: When we finished, I took the last of the 
trash out to the garbage can. Reentering the barn, I 
didn't see Monica. Just as I put the broom back in the 
corner, I heard Monica call me. "Chuck, come on up to 
the loft. There's one thing that we need to do here."

I didn't think anything of it, just climbed the ladder 
nailed to the wall. As my head popped into the loft, I 
looked around. There was a lot of hay along the edges, 
and the basketball hoop where I learned to shoot hoops 
was still nailed to a strut along one side, but I 
couldn't see Monica. "Where're you at, Monica?"

"Over here, Chuck!"

I followed her voice around some hay bales. There she 
was, alright. She'd laid a cloth on a hay bale, and was 
lying on it. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor 
beside her. My cock immediately responded. "Yep," I 
said, pulling my T-shirt over my head. "There really is 
something we need to do up here." My shorts quickly 
followed, and I stood, naked once again, in front of my 
cousin.

Monica said: His hard cock angled up from his crotch, 
gently throbbing. "Third time today, Honey," he said, 
kneeling in front of me.

"Oh, yeah, Baby," I cooed. "I'm ready!"

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bale. "Me, too, 
Honey!" He pulled me up, and we kissed deeply. I felt 
the head of his dick at my entrance, and pushed against 
it. I couple inches plunged into my depths, but he 
pulled back, and lay me on my back. "We'll do that, but 
first ..." He lowered his face, and stared between my 
thighs. "I've never done this before," he whispered.

I could feel my juices drooling from my pussy. "I'm 
willing to help you learn, Baby!"

Chuck said: I stared at her pussy for several seconds. 
Guys had talked about eating pussy, but no one had 
actually said what you were supposed to do. I knew 
biting off chunks of Monica's flesh was not the answer. 
So, I figured, licking had to be the best solution. I 
deeply inhaled her heady scent. God, she smelled good! I 
lowered my face, gently blowing on her cunt. I timidly 
stuck out my tongue, gently made contact with her 
fleshy, bloated folds of skin. 

"It's OK, Baby," she said. "You're gonna do fine." I ran 
my tongue up her slit, tasting her juices. They tasted 
great! Salty, tangy, sweet, delicious! I drove my tongue 
deep into her, and heard her sharp intake of breath. My 
tongue battered the hard knob I found at the top of her 
cunt, eliciting moans from my cousin. "You're doing 
great," Monica cried breathily. Sliding a finger into 
her cunt, my tongue lapped at the juice leaking out. I 
felt her cunt grip my finger as she squeaked, "I'm c-c-
coming!" My face was bathed in her juices. I looked up, 
and saw her squeezing her tits, her head lay back as 
moans poured from her mouth.

I slowed my assault on her and leaned back. Her smile, 
viewed from between her tits, was beautiful.

Monica said: I came hard. God, it felt good. I looked 
down, between my tits, and saw him resting his chin on 
my pussy. I giggled, "You look good with a goatee, 
Baby."

He laughed and stood up, his hard cock bobbing furiously 
in front of him. "Roll over, Honey."

I gave him a surprised look. "What for?"

Chuck said: "I wanna try something different."

"OK," she said, lying on her stomach.

"No, no, Honey," I said. "Get up on your hands and 
knees." I helped her get into position on the hay bale, 
with her head down and her ass up in the air.

I stepped behind her. Grasping my hard cock, I rubbed it 
up and down her slit, soaking the head. A gasp escaped 
from her lips as I placed the head at her entrance and 
pushed. A couple inches disappeared into my cousin's 
pussy. Holding on to her hips, I pulled out so only the 
head remained lodged in her body. I bounced it a couple 
times, then pushed in again. Most of it popped into her. 
I pulled back out and pushed in hard again. My hips 
slapped her ass cheeks as all of my cock slid into her. 
"Mmm," she moaned. "Feels great, Baby."

I clenched her hips and started to piston my cock in and 
out of her. I knew I wouldn't last long. "You are tight 
this way, Honey," I said between my clenched teeth. I 
reached in front of her and found her hard, rubbery clit 
and strummed it.

"I-I'm c-coming!" she whimpered as her cunt gripped my 
cock even tighter.

I quickly pounded into her. My cock expanded. My ball 
sac constricted. "M-Me, too!" I squeaked as I slammed my 
cock into her as deep as it would go. For the third time 
that day, huge wave of pleasure swept over me. My skin 
felt electrified and long ropes of white, sticky cum 
shot from my cock into my cousin's body. Our orgasmic 
cries echoed in the barn as we came together.

Monica said: It was as powerful an orgasm as I could 
ever recall, a lot considering how hard I'd come that 
morning. I could feel his cock twitching in my pussy, 
and his come splashing in me. Each shot of his cum 
seemed to set off another spasm in my cunt, which seemed 
to trigger another shot from him, which set off another 
one in me.

Finally, they subsided, and I collapsed forward. Chuck 
fell forward, pushing me downward onto the blanket, his 
cock popping from me. He rolled off me, and lay beside 
me. I pulled my cousin to me, and we kissed deeply. "I 
am so glad we've done this," I said.

"Me, too," he sighed. "Me, too."

Chuck said: We spent the rest of the afternoon in the 
loft, exploring each other's body.

Monica said: We were cleaned up and dressed by the time 
Mom got home. We helped her make dinner, acting as if 
nothing was going on.

That night, we sat with them watching TV. It was 
difficult sitting next to Chuck and not touching him, 
but we didn't want any suspicion that we had done 
anything.

Chuck said: We didn't even hold hands when we went to 
bed that night until we were out of her parent's sight. 
Of course, we kissed goodnight. A good, deep kiss. I 
slept like a rock that night.

Monica said: I awoke early the next morning. I looked 
out the window to see Mom and Dad drive to work. I 
waited a few minutes, then, smiling, slipped off my 
nightgown. Just as I got to my bedroom door, it slowly 
opened. There stood my cousin, bare naked. "I guess we 
both had the same idea," he said, hungrily taking in my 
naked body.

Chuck said: I pulled her to me, and we collapsed on to 
her bed, thrashing madly until we were both satisfied.

Monica said: We explored each other's body for the rest 
of the summer. We had sex in every room in the house 
except Mom and Dad's bedroom, including the basement.

Chuck said: We had sex in the barn, in the backyard, in 
the pond, in the empty house I grew up in. There weren't 
many places on the farm where we didn't have sex.

Monica said: The other house was rented, so we couldn't 
do anything in there.

It was difficult not to touch Chuck when Mom and Dad 
were around, but since we had held hands before we began 
having sex, we felt it was OK to do so sometimes.

Chuck said: The closest we ever came to getting caught 
came one Sunday. We were swimming in the pond, alone. I 
had her tit out of her bikini and her nipple in my mouth 
when we heard Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge coming. I 
couldn't come out of the water until the swelling in my 
cock went down!

We had sex almost every day that summer. We even began 
sleeping together in each other's bed. She started 
sleeping naked like me. Other than that, I hope we 
weren't obviously engaged with each other sexually. You 
can never tell, though. I don't think anyone ever caught 
on. Nothing was ever said to us.

Monica said: Summer eventually came to an end, like we 
knew it would. I was really sad as it approached. I'd 
have to give up not just Chuck's wonderful dick, but 
more importantly, Chuck. We'd become best friends again! 
We could talk about anything. We helped each other out 
with our chores. Everything we did together, we did like 
a well-oiled machine.

Chuck said: When Mom and Dad picked me up, we even let 
them see us kiss on the lips as I got into the van. It 
wasn't a long, lingering kiss, like we had after we had 
sex that morning, but it was on the lips.

Monica said: That morning's sex was fabulous! We knew it 
was the last, for a while at least, forever maybe. We 
made it last as long as possible, tried every position 
we had discovered. When we came together, it was lights 
out fantastic.

Then came word that we would be celebrating Christmas 
with his family! I was ecstatic.

Chuck said: With four adults and my kid brother who 
liked to tag along, it was difficult to get alone with 
Monica long enough for sex. Our house has three 
bedrooms, so Uncle Paul and Aunt Marge slept in Dave's 
bedroom, Dave bunked on the roll-away cot in mine, and 
Monica slept on the couch in the living room.

Our first chance came almost at the end of their visit. 
'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the 
house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. I 
awoke and looked around. It was quiet. Dave was sound 
asleep My alarm clock read 3:25. I carefully got out of 
bed, crept around Dave's cot, and went into the living 
room. Monica lay on her side on the couch, sound asleep. 
I tiptoed to the couch and bent over. "Monica?:" I 
whispered. "Monica?" I kissed her on the cheek. "Monica! 
Wake up."

"Chuck?" she murmured. "What's up?"

"My cock," I answered. "Meet me in the bathroom."

I could feel her watch me slink across the living room 
and down the hall. Within moments, she appeared in the 
bathroom and closed the door. I clicked the lock and 
turned on the light. She was beautiful We rushed into 
each other's arms, kissing deeply. "I've never seen you 
in pajamas before," she snickered.

I slid them down my thighs and kicked them beside the 
toilet. "And now you don't!" I pulled her to me, and we 
kissed again, my tongue slinking into her mouth to 
battle with hers.

"Mm," she moaned as I helped her slip out of her 
nightgown. "We have to be quiet, Chuck. Don't want to 
wake anyone else up."

I said, "I know, Monica." I looked around. "Here! Sit on 
the vanity!"

The vanity was exactly the right height. She sat on it 
and spread her legs. I stepped between them, and sucked 
her nipple for a moment before kneeling. I gave her 
pussy a couple quick licks, tasting her succulent 
juices, before standing up. My cock lined up perfectly 
with her pussy. I ran the head up and down along her 
slit, then pressed it home. She moaned as her cunt 
swallowed my cock all the way down to my balls. I kissed 
her deeply as I started to piston my cock in and out of 
her tight pussy.

"Oh, Chuck!" she whimpered as her pussy gripped my 
thrusting cock. "I've missed this."

"Me, too, Monica. Me, too!"

Monica said: I knew I'd missed him. And here he was, two 
days after Christmas, finally giving me the present I 
wanted most. Fucking him. I knew no one could know about 
it, but I was so glad to have it! It felt so good to be 
in his arms again, his hard dick plowing into me. 
Suddenly, I felt it growing in my abdomen. That 
wonderful, special feeling his dick created in me. "Oh, 
God, Chuck!" I squeaked. "I'm going to cum!"

"Me, too," he grunted. I slammed his hips into me. His 
fingers pinched my hips. I felt his cock twitch in my 
pussy, then the first torrent of his white sticky cum 
splashed into my twat. That's all it took. I stifled a 
cry as waves of pleasure engulfed me. Over and over 
feelings of intense pleasure burst across my 
consciousness. I felt more than saw bright lights behind 
eyes squeezed tightly shut. My skin felt on fire. 
Finally, the spasms passed. I felt Chuck lean against 
me, spent. "That was great," I whispered.

"Thank you, Monica. I needed that."

Chuck said: Two days later, their visit was over. Dave 
had already gotten his things out of my bedroom. I was 
straightening the cot, readying it to be put away, when 
Monica appeared in the doorway. "We're leaving in a few 
minutes." she said glumly.

"I know," I answered. "I'm gonna miss you."

She closed the door and stepped into my arms. "Me, too."

She wore a tight sweater that accentuated her large tits 
and slim waist. "You look beautiful, Monica."

"You do, too, Baby," she said, kissing me deeply. "Just 
one more thing I wanna do." An impish smile crept across 
her face as she furtively glanced around the room. 
Kneeling in front of me, she grasped the zipper of my 
jeans. "I just can't leave without this." She pulled my 
hardening cock out of my pants and slid her mouth around 
it.

I threw my head back, and moaned. "Here, Monica! Lemme 
help!" I loosened the belt and unbuttoned my jeans, 
dropping them to my ankles.

"We don't have time for me," she said, licking up the 
bottom of my shaft, "but I don't mind. You've never come 
in my mouth before, and I want you to now!" She engulfed 
my rigid shaft, grabbed my thighs to steady herself and 
bobbed up and down quickly. She milked my balls with one 
hand while she jacked my cock with her other. 

Within seconds, I could feel my balls constrict. Then 
almost without warning, the first shot of hot, sticky 
cum exploded from him cock into her mouth. Several more 
shots followed before the spasms relaxed. She gave my 
wilting cock one last suck, vacuuming out the last 
little dribble, before standing up and wiping her mouth 
with the back of her hand.

Monica said: "Until next time," I whispered. I went and 
washed out my mouth as he finished folding up the cot.

I had just walked back into his room when Dad called, 
"Come on, Monica. Time to go!"

We kissed deeply one more time before walking hand-in-
hand out to the car. I hugged Uncle Charlie, Aunt Betty, 
even Dave, before turning to Chuck. Before I could hug 
him, however, Uncle Charlie said, "I found something in 
my bedroom this morning. Santa must've gotten confused 
and left it under my bed."

He handed it to me. It was marked "To Monica and Chuck," 
in Mom's handwriting. We tore it open. Inside was 
another, smaller, wrapped box marked "To Chuck and 
Monica." We tore open three more boxes before finding 
the present. "Chuck and Monica will spend the summer 
together, at whichever house they prefer."

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
any way, 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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