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Sarah and John
by JSR (storytellerxxx5@gmail.com)

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Two cousins grow up together, and become very attached 
to each other. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, oral)

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My name is John, and Sarah is my cousin. I am 2 years 
older than Sarah, and was 5 when she came to live with 
us. Her parents were killed in Iraq, and since mom was 
their only relative the courts sent her to us.

The house we lived in had been remodeled several times. 
Sarah was put in a room next to mom and dad's, and I was 
moved to the room on the other side of Sarah's. There 
was a closet on each side of the walls between our 
rooms. The bathroom was at the end of the hall with a 
door to the hall, and one into my bedroom.

When I was about 8, I was looking for something in my 
closet, when I saw something that looked like a door, in 
the center of the closet. Unless you were inside the 
closet you couldn't see the door, and in the darkness of 
the closet, I could not see how it opened. I was 
intrigued, and went to the garage and found a 
flashlight. 

Using the flashlight in the closet, I could see that the 
door was a pocket door, and could be opened by recessing 
it into the wall, which I did. On the other side, was 
Sarah's clothing. Neat, I thought, now we can play 
together after we go to bed without mom and dad knowing. 

Later that day, I told Sarah, that I had a secret, and 
would show her later, but she had to promise that she 
would never tell mom and dad about it. She was excited, 
and swore that she would never tell.

About bedtime, Sarah whispered to me, "What about your 
secret?" I answered, "I will show it to you after we are 
sent to bed. Just be sure to keep your light on, and you 
will see it." 

"Alright she answered." 

At bed time, I waited until I heard mom and dad's door 
shut, then I went to my closet and opened the door 
between Sarah and my rooms. Then I opened her closet 
door and stepped into her room.

I put my finger up to my lips to indicate that Sarah 
should not make a sound, and then motioned for her to 
come with me. Back through the closet we went and were 
in my room. Now we could talk without mom and dad 
hearing us. I told her, "Now when you have to go to the 
bathroom at night, you can come through here and it will 
not wake up mom or dad." She said, "What about you, will 
you wake up?" 

I answered, "It doesn't matter. I won't not give you the 
third degree, wanting to know why you are up at night."

We played for a while, and then decided to go to bed. I 
told Sarah, "Just close the closet doors, and leave the 
center door open. No one will notice it, and it will 
make it easier for us to go back and forth." She then 
went back to her room, closing both closet doors. I took 
off my clothing, and went to bed. I always slept in the 
nude. I didn't like for my pajamas to bunch up in my 
crotch, and started sleeping nude a year or so before, 
and a lot of time I would lay on top of the covers, when 
the house was warm enough, which it was this night.

In the morning, I got up and went into the bathroom, to 
take a shower. A few minutes later, Sarah came through 
my room, and into the bathroom. She looked at me in the 
shower, and then went to the toilet so she could pee. 
She pulled her pajama bottoms down and did her job, then 
went back to her room. While I did not try to hide my 
cock from her, I was a little embarrassed, but I watched 
her and saw her pee for the first time. 

I finished my shower and went back to my room to dry 
off. Sarah was there, nude waiting to use the shower. 
This was the first time I had seen her nude for a couple 
of years, and I asked her about it. She said, "I saw you 
naked last night, when you were sleeping, and I don't 
care if you see me. Just don't let mom and dad (she knew 
they were her aunt and uncle, but preferred to call them 
mom and dad), know."

She left the bathroom door open when she was taking her 
shower. This was the start of a nude relationship 
between the two of us. Whenever possible, we would be 
nude together. I felt comfortable being nude around 
Sarah, and she was very comfortable being nude around 
me. At this point, there was no thoughts of sex, we were 
both too young to think of such things.

When I started puberty, I never thought of Sarah, it was 
always one of the girls in my class, or one of my female 
teachers, that I would be thinking about when I jacked 
off. I also hid this from Sarah, not knowing what she 
would think. We would both be nude together, but I never 
thought of her as a sex object.

When I was 15, Sarah started through puberty. Her 
nipples got puffy, and she started her periods. She 
started getting horny, when she saw my cock, and began 
masturbating in front of me. I asked her what she was 
doing, and she said, "I don't really know, but it feels 
so good." 

This went on for a while, and one day she asked me if I 
would play with her nipples, while she masturbated. To 
please her, I lightly pinched and pulled her nipples, 
and they started getting hard. She said, "That feels 
really good, you can do that to me anytime you want." 
She also noticed my cock getting hard, and asked me 
about it.

I told her that it was, "Getting ready to make babies!" 
I also told her that she would learn about that, next 
semester at school, and they could teach her better than 
I could, so ask them the questions.

A few days later, Sarah caught me jacking off, and 
wanted to know what I was doing. I said, "Remember the 
other day when you played with your pussy?" 

"Yes," she answered. I said, "This is the male way of 
doing what you were doing." 

She then asked, "Can I try to do it to you?" 

I tried to discourage her, but she was adamant, that she 
wanted to do it, so I taught her how to give me a hand 
job. I also told her that she, "could not tell anyone 
that she gave me a hand job, as it would get both of us 
in trouble."

Now when I jacked off, I realized I was now thinking of 
Sarah, instead of the girls at school. I had to find a 
way to stop this, before it went too far. But How? All 
Sarah had to do is look at me with her sweet smile, and 
I would melt, and do what she wanted.

I could not say anything to mom or dad, that would be 
disaster. All the teachers at school would turn me in as 
a pedophile, and all my friends would try to fuck Sarah, 
if they found out. I was at my whit's end. Nothing I 
could think of would help.

Every day when we came home from school, Sarah would go 
to her room, take her clothing off, and come into my 
room, smile at me and grab for my cock so she could give 
me a hand job. She also wanted me to play with her pussy 
and tits while she was doing it, which I did. 

Then one day when she was giving me a hand job, she 
asked, "What is a blowjob?" 

I almost choked, when she asked that. I managed to ask 
her, "Where did you hear about blow jobs?" 

Her answer was, "One of the girls in the shower after 
gym class was talking about giving her boy friend a 
blowjob, but she didn't tell us what it was."

I said, "Are you sure you want to know? Some girls think 
that blowjobs are nasty, and will not do them." 

"Have you had one?" she asked.

"No," I said, "I don't even have a girlfriend yet." 

Then she dropped a bomb on me, when she said, "I will be 
your girl friend, now tell me what to do, and I'll give 
you a blowjob." 

I said, "I am your cousin, it would not be right." 

She said, "If we think it is all right to do, then it is 
all right. Please tell me," as she put on her magic 
smile.

I told her to take my hard cock, and lick it up and down 
and all around. Then to put it in her mouth and continue 
the same, while sliding up and down on it. She started 
licking my cock and then took it into her mouth, and 
tried to shove the whole thing in her mouth, until she 
started gagging. 

I pulled out of her mouth and told her not to put so 
much in, that it took time and training to be able to 
deep throat a cock. She went back to work on it, and was 
making me feel really good. I decided to give her the 
whole treatment, and cum in her mouth, and maybe it 
would dampen her ardor. 

I held off cumming for as long as I could, then dumped a 
big load in her mouth. She swallowed most of it, but 
some leaked out onto her face. Once she took my cock out 
of her mouth, she used her finger to clean up her face, 
and said, "You did not tell me that I would get a good 
tasting meal. I like doing that. I will do it for you as 
often as I can."

It seem like the harder I try to discourage Sarah, the 
more she wants sex. I don't know what I will do when she 
discovers intercourse. I sure hope I can keep that from 
happening.

One day Sarah came into my room (through the closet, and 
naked, as usual). I was laying on my bed, reading 
something for one of my classes, and Sarah came up and 
asked, "What does it mean when someone says, 'my 
boyfriend ate my pussy last night'?" 

I dropped my book in surprise, and asked, "Who said 
that?" 

Sarah said, "My best friend Susie, said it, to several 
of us this morning."

I really think that she knew, but was asking to see what 
I would tell her, so I said, "I think you can guess what 
it means." 

She said, "I would think that it would hurt a lot if 
someone ate my pussy. Their teeth would tear me a part." 

I then said, "It is just an expression, it just means 
that someone was licking and sucking her pussy with 
their tongue and mouth."

She then gave me her magic smile and said, "Please do it 
to me so I will know exactly what it is." I was hooked 
the instant she gave me that smile, and said, "Lay on 
the bed, on your back, and spread your legs as far apart 
as you can." 

Once she was in position, I got between her legs, and 
started licking her pussy. I also spread her pussy lips 
apart with my hands, so I could lick inside of her. At 
the top of my stroke, I hit her clit, and she jumped a 
little. "That feels great," she said, "don't stop." I 
kept at it until mom called us to come down for supper. 

Sarah went to her room to put her clothing on, while I 
dressed. I had a hard on, and it was hard to hide when I 
got to the dining room. I saw mom looking at me, and she 
had a smile on her face, and quickly turned around. I 
think she noticed my hard on, bulging against my pants, 
but she never said anything.

Later, when mom found me alone in the den, she said, 
"Was that hard on you had for me, or Sarah?" Then she 
gave a quick laugh and said, "You don't have to answer 
that, but one of us should be careful that you don't use 
it." 

I gave mom a strange look, and she said, "You're growing 
up and hard-on's will become more frequent when you are 
around good looking girls, no matter if they are related 
to you or not. But, Sarah and me, are off limits to you, 
always. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I answered, "Mom, I know what incest is, and like most 
boys, I fantasize about you, but I also know that it 
will never happen. Sarah is my cousin, so she is 
likewise off limits. You should not worry about it."

Mom then said, "I will always worry about my children. 
Just be careful." This was the first time that mom or 
dad for that matter, had even approached the subject of 
sex, even in an oblique way.

Later, I told Sarah, "We will have to stop playing with 
each other, Mom and I had a session this evening, and 
she made it clear that they are watching us." 

Sarah answered, "Dad asked me several questions tonight 
also, but I think that's just their way of giving us THE 
TALK, and I don't think they even suspect anything." 

Sarah then said, "I want you to eat my pussy, while I 
give you a blow job." 

"A 69," I said, and we went at it again. At least three 
times a week we would do this, for the next year. Then I 
turned 16.

I started dating, but every girl I went out with, I was 
comparing to Sarah, and almost all of them was lacking 
in some way. Being a very popular, and beautiful girl, 
Sarah was being asked out a lot, but was only allowed to 
go out on a date if it was a double date with me. This 
was only allowed once a month, so it was not too bad.

I liked to watch sports, so I started going to the High 
School football and basketball games. Sarah was sent 
along with me, I guess to keep me out of trouble. At the 
games, she would act like she was my girlfriend, and at 
times it was embarrassing.

We were still doing "69's" a couple of times a week. 
Sarah's tits were growing rapidly and she developed into 
a 34DD. I loved playing and sucking on her nipples, and 
sometimes she would go to sleep in my bed. Those nights 
I had raging hard-on's, but was able to keep from 
molesting her.

In my senior year of high school, Dad had a massive 
heart attack. Unfortunately, he did not survive. He had 
however planned well, and there was enough money that I 
could go to the Community Collage, without having to 
work. Mom, was a basket case for several months. It was 
also very hard on Sarah and I.

Sarah was now allowed to date without me being there, 
and after she would return home, she would tell me in 
detail what they had said and done. She said that she 
never did more than kiss anyone of the boys she went out 
with. I asked her, "Have any of them tried to fondle 
your breasts, or get into your panties?" 

She answered, "Yes, but you're the only one I let touch 
me."

With dad gone, mom started letting down her standards, 
and would occasionally be seen by me and/or Sarah in the 
nude. She would leave the bathroom door open when she 
was in the shower, and now and then would wander around 
the house in the nude. I was beginning to think that she 
had lost her mind.

Sarah graduated from high school a week before I 
graduated from the Community Collage. Mom was at both 
ceremonies, and seemed to be her old self again.

I was offered a job in a town about 100 miles west of 
ours, so I had mom and Sarah sit down to talk about it. 
I said I wanted them to go with me, so the family would 
not be split up. Sarah readily agreed, but mom said that 
she wanted to think about it a while. 

That night, mom knocked on my door, and asked if she 
could come in. I said, "Just a minute." Sarah made a 
beeline back to her room, and I put on my pajamas, then 
opened the door. Mom was nude, "I need to talk to you 
alone, about this move." She said, "would you come to my 
room, so we can talk without Sarah hearing us?" 

"Sarah can't hear us here." 

Mom then said, "I know all about the door in your 
closet, and have for a lot of years, so let's go to my 
room, please."

In her room, mom closed and locked the door. She then 
sat in a chair and put one leg over the arm, opening up 
her pussy widely, so I could see it. I must have turned 
red as she said, "Why would you be embarrassed to see my 
pussy, when you have been seeing Sarah's for a long 
time?" 

I stammered, "You... you are... are my... my mom..." 

She then said, "Since your dad died, I have been doing a 
lot of thinking, You, Sarah and I are all that is left 
of our family. I think it is time for the three of us to 
build the family up again."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Do you remember a talk I had with you several years 
ago, when I was talking about you, me and Sarah?"

"Do you mean the time you gave me a talk about incest, 
mentioning both you and Sarah?" 

"Yes," she said, "I was hoping very much that you would 
act upon my unspoken word that day. So far, unless you 
and Sarah have done more than I think you have, you have 
not acted upon it."

"Mom do you mean that you wanted me to fuck you, and 
also Sarah?" 

"Not exactly," she said, "I did want you to start 
fucking Sarah at that time, and after you dad died, I 
started letting you see me without clothing, in hopes 
that maybe you could take your dad's place in my bed now 
and then."

"I have watched you and Sarah several times from the 
closet. She did not always think to lock her door before 
she went to your room. I have seen how gentle, and good 
you are, and I need to be fucked at least once a week. 
It has been very hard for me these past two years 
without any sex at all."

"So here is my proposal, we will move so you can take 
the job. Since Sarah has a different last name, once we 
are there, the two of you can get married, and I will 
live with you. We will get a large bed for the three of 
us, and you can get both of us pregnant. I will be seen 
around as a free spirit and if I get pregnant, no one 
will think anything of it. Sarah of course will be your 
wife and no one will question that. What do you think of 
that idea?"

"Mom, you are saying that you want to have my baby, and 
you want Sarah also to have my baby?" 

"Yes," she answered. 

I said, "Then I think that you should ask Sarah to come 
in here and explain what you have just said, to her." 

"Then you approve?" she asked.

"Let's just say, if Sarah is all right with it, we will 
do it. If not maybe she has an alternated plan."

Sarah was called into mom's room and mom told her the 
proposal. She then asked her what she thought about it. 
Sarah said, "I have often wondered why John did not try 
to fuck either one of us. I gave him every opportunity 
to do so, but he was just too good to do it. As for you, 
I even suggest once that if he fucked you, it would do 
both of you good. When can we leave?"

Mom said, "Not until after he has fucked both of us. 
Then I'll put the house up for sale, and he can go to 
the new job. He can then use his spare time to find us a 
place to live and after we move in, the two of you can 
get married."

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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