Close With My Cousin

Close With My Cousin Close With My Cousin

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Genre: True Confessions

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Status: In Progress

Genre: True Confessions

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A record of my initiation into face sitting and oral sex which drove my curiosity and interest further on later when my family moved away from my cousin.

Summary

A record of my initiation into face sitting and oral sex which drove my curiosity and interest further on later when my family moved away from my cousin.

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Submitted: April 24, 2016

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Close With My Cousin

Intro:

 This is a series of true events with my cousin who was 19 and when I was a teenager, 18 and about to graduate high school. I have included background of our friendship and relationship as we grew up, but nothing sexual happened until we were about to finish high school.

The beginning:

When Julie and I were younger, our houses were not far apart and we became very close. We rode the school bus together, helped each other in school and worked together to help our parents with younger siblings. When the weather permitted, we often went into a large patch of woods across the street from our homes. We found a private clearing and it became our “special place” where we would just sit and enjoy the quiet, talk about school, anything bothering us or anything new and exciting.

We took her Dad’s old Army blanket to sit on the forest floor and kept it rolled up in plastic, stuffed in the hollow of an old tree so it would be handy when we needed it. During the course of growing up together, we developed a special trust in each other and shared private thoughts and personal feelings. I remember when Julie and I rushed to our special place one summer day and she confided her embarrassment and confusion because she had experienced her first period.

She was upset because she had no choice in having it, but we discussed it as adults and several months later she was “at peace” with it. I in turn told her my own embarrassment the first time I had an erection. A girl in my French class slipped from her chair and fell. When her dress folded under legs it flashed her legs and white panties and I felt the uncontrollable sensation when my penis grew even as I sat in my seat.

Over time we shared private thoughts, crushes we had on school mates and some fantasies, and had a brief and awkward session one day of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” But realizing our family relationship, we never touched each other or did anything else for a long time, which is where our story actually begins.

The awakening:

The year we were due to graduate, Julie was 19 and I was 18 when she called me one day, more excited than I had ever heard her before. “Meet me at the special place as soon as you can; I have something awesome to tell you!” she gushed.

I was at our spot first and she was still excited when she arrived. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“You won’t believe this!” she began. “Last night I woke up hearing Mom moaning real loud. I got up and went to their bedroom door and listened for a minute. Mom was moaning “yes, that’s good, don’t stop, Henry.”

“Julie, you know about sex, so what’s wrong with them doing it?” I asked.

“Dad wasn’t saying anything and Mom was moaning so much I wanted to see what they were doing. I opened the door carefully and peeked in. The nightlight by their bed lit up the room just enough for me to see. God, Ben it was shocking!”

“What’s so shocking about seeing your parents having sex?” I wondered.

“They weren’t having sex, exactly. She was sitting on his face, hanging on to the headboard of their bed, rubbing herself back and forth; I could only see his chin. Dad has his hands on her boobs and his thing was sticking up in the air and it was HUGE!”

“Yeah, Julie but you know what an erection looks like, so what?”

“But if he was that excited he must have LIKED what they were doing as much as she did, right?”

“I suppose so. Is that all they did?”

“Yeah, mostly. Mom wiggled and moaned for a few more minutes and then tried to whisper but she was loud, “Right there, Henry, don’t stop; I’m coming.”

“We both know people have orgasms, so what’s so shocking?”

She cleared her throat and looked sheepishly into my eyes when she answered. “What shocked me was that it AROUSED me, Ben, a lot. I went back to bed and masturbated just thinking about it.”

Julie and I had both confessed in recent months about some of our dates with friends. She had let boys feel her up and finger her and she had given hand jobs but did not want to go further. I had received a few hand jobs but had never “scored” with a girl. We both knew that the other often masturbated when the need arose.

“I guess whatever was going on was good for both of them,” I said.

“Dad was doing something to her, I guess licking her down there, but I can’t believe he would like it. I mean, pee comes out of there so why would he LIKE having her sit on his face, Ben?”

“I’m not sure, Julie. Do you think you could ask your Mom about it sometime, you know, Mother to Daughter?”

“Oh hell no! She doesn’t like talking about sex any more since I’ve grown old enough to do it. But there is something I want to ask you, Ben, and I won’t be mad if you don’t want to do it.”

She took my hands in hers and stood very close to me and whispered, as though she were embarrassed to ask. “Ben, would you let me try it, to sit on your face? I’m dying with curiosity and I’m so horny I’d even masturbate right now in front of you. Would you?”

The intimacy of our relationship had rose to a new level. This was the first and most surprising thing regarding sex between us, and a serious step to consider. But my penis made the decision for me, as I could feel it slowly inflating as she had been talking. Somehow it seemed appropriate and allowable between us; after all, she couldn’t get pregnant and it would be something we would keep to ourselves forever. The decision was easy.

“If you really want to, Julie, you know I will try it for you.”

We dug out the Army blanket and spread it on the leaves on the ground of our spot. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Just lie there and let me try it and if it’s nasty or you want me to stop, just say so, okay?”

“All right,” I replied. I lay down on the blanket and watched her kick off her tennis shoes and slip out of her shorts. When she stood there with her shirt still on and just her white panties, I could feel my penis begin to throb.

She rolled her panties down over her hips and legs and stepped out of them, seemingly unashamed that she was naked before me. We had never spent any time together naked except for examining each other’s genitals.

She stepped over me, straddling my body, knelt down and rested her weight on my chest. “Ready?” she asked. I thought her breathing was excited already.

“Yep, go ahead.” I answered.

She moved into the position she had seen her Mom do with her Dad, tentatively resting her mound against my face. I will never forget the smell of her sex and the arousal I felt when my nose slipped into her wetness. At first she moved carefully, searching for whatever had pleased her Mother so much. My chin was wet instantly with her fluids. She rubbed back and forth until her clitoris brushed over my nose. Thus began a whole new ball game.

Suddenly her search was over and she recognized her quest, to reach the same goal with my face as she had done with her fingers by herself. She began grinding down harder and I watched her face, fascinated with her quick arousal and sense of need.

She shifted slightly and inadvertently slipped her engorged clitoris against my lips. I instinctively swabbed it with my tongue and she gasped and moaned instantly. “Oh, wow, Ben, do that some more,” she said.

It didn’t take long before her young thighs squeezed the sides of my face and I felt a slight tremor in them as she obviously felt her climax approaching. She grabbed my head with both hands and shook almost violently against my face, her own face grimaced with obvious surprise and pleasure. My penis had a mind of its own and released such a torrent that I knew my briefs would be soaked.

Julie rolled off me onto her back on the blanket, breathing heavily. “Oh, my God, Ben, that was remarkable, marvelous and so exciting! Thank you so much; are you okay?”

“More or less, yeah; my pants are soaked but I’m still hard. That was the most exciting thing ever. Did you really like it?”

“Oh, God, yes, and I want lots more from now on. Do you think boys will do it for me on a date?”

“I’m not sure but I know I’d do it for you again if you wanted me to.”

“Really? You didn’t mind or find it gross?”

“To be honest Julie, when we both had an orgasm at the same time, I decided I would do that anytime a girl asks if it feels that good every time.”

Something happened that day that changed things between us. We both knew that we could and probably would have sex, any way or position that would be interesting to us. And the smell, taste and feel of her was inked into my memory forever.

(Author’s note – months later my family moved and I became involved with a married girl across the street named Jenny who took my curiosity and sexual education to a new level.)

 

 

 


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