writer 's note : The part in this fib do not have an real age listed. If you want them to be XVIII, then they 're eighteen, if you want sure-enough or vernal, based on your own personal preferences, then feel dislodge to adjust your mental image as you like. When I wrote the story, situated in the prison term period that I chose, the role felt between 12 and XV age old in my head.

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Oops, I Fucked My Cousin.

Chapter One

I did n't mean to cum down her pharynx, but she had me balls deep and it just felt so goddamn good that I could n't help myself.

It was the autumn of 1973 and her parents had to go out of the country for several month, I can honestly say that I have no nookie mind why they left, it was too damn long ago and my memory ai n't what it use to be. But I 'll never bury that first night, or the many dark after.

Jenny and I had always been sort of well-disposed enemy as we grew up. I had issues with my mom and sometimes her mom, my Aunt, would do her unspoiled to make me feel included in family matter. That was all well and serious, but sometimes jenny ass would get jealous of the attention that her mom gave me and do her advantageously to get me into worry.

Most of the time thing were good between us though ; I was a few years sometime than she was and I tried to reckon out for her like I was taught to. When my mom told me that jennet would be staying with us for a while, I was happy, and pissed at the same meter ; happy that my little first cousin would be around More, but pissed that she had to stay in my room with me when she was. Our house was tiny and there just was n't any room for her to stay anywhere else.

puberty had molested me knockout a few geezerhood before, and since there was n't any internet back then, it took for-fucking-ever to jack my cock to a satisfying climax while I remembered the photograph of topless natives that I 'd seen in a few subject Geographic clip. Having my cousin-german in the room each nighttime was going to really cut short my fisting time. At least, that 's what I thought until the low night that she was actually there.

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jenny and I went to the same Junior/Senior highschool School ( it was all commingle together in our small Town ), but she was bused in from across townsfolk while I just had to walk a few blocks to get there. Because of her long ride each break of day, she was used to going to slumber and getting up earlier that I was so she went down before I did that first night.

An hour after she she went into the bedroom, I followed and found her out like a light on the new bed that my parents had stuffed into my room. It was later Fall, almost blessing actually, but our house had a weird heat system that sometimes turned my ... our ... sleeping accommodation into a sauna. That night was one such dark and she had fallen asleep on top of her binding wearing a retentive jersey for a nightgown.

I had always slept in my underclothes and I refused to change that habit just because she was there ; we 'd grow up together so she 'd seen me in my slavey hundreds of fourth dimension over the years. I did n't pull in that puberty would make things a whole cluster different, and a 'hole'lot better.

Our house was furnished in the classic ugly-seventies style of fuck rug and aguacate cat valium appliances ; my bedroom was no unlike. I stripped down and settled on top of my binding to register a Holy Writ for a while so I could get sleepy-eyed. I had n't paid any attention to her when I came in and I continued to ignore her until she let open with a bantam snoring and wiggled around for a bit before settling back into a deep sleep.

The auditory sensation caused me to glance over at her and I saw that her legs and settled into a wide-open, floppy sort of pose, with one knee cocked up and the other form of frizzle sideways. I ignored her some more until I got thirsty and went to get a glass of body of water. As I passed her on my way back in, I saw that her tee shirt was pulled up and I could bet right between her stage.

For some reason, she was n't wearing panty that dark and the evidence of her own journey into pubescence was staring me in the face ; I froze and stared. Her twat was just a slit, with almost no lip to address of ( not that I knew anything about brim or pussies in cosmopolitan back then ) but her Dubya was full and compact.

A backstairs peek at a Playboy cartridge holder in our topical anesthetic five-and-dime had told me that miss did n't take in a dick like boys did but, as I stood staring at her defenseless pussy, it suddenly occurred to me that ALL girls had one, even my dorky cousin. It was like the heavens opened up and a chorus of holy person began to sing awful pornography music in my ear.

The next matter I knew, my cock was in one hand and my glass of water was in the other ; I do n't even recollect fishing it out of my underwear, but it was there nonetheless. It took three secondment and three cam stroke for me to film a heavyset current of cum across the bedchamber. I must cause grunted as I squirted millions of air-babies onto the floor, because she suddenly opened her optic and looked at me whacking away next to her bed.

Even through the affright of being caught jerking off, I could n't stop as the pulses that made my knees weak and the piece of ass carpeting wet and sticky. I expected her to start screaming at me or something but she just watched quietly as my cum splattered and my fist flew.

When it was over she asked,"What was that ?"

My putz shrank and I pulled my underclothing back up. I 'd always done my best to be honest with her about stuff and, as I drank my pee and set the empty shabu down, I continued those try and did my outflank to explain to her what I was doing that night, even though I barely knew myself.

She took my run-in in and muddled them around in her heading before asking,"So, you cummed because you saw my cookie ?"

"Yeah,"I answered,"I 'd never saw one in person, and it made me all horny and hooey, so I jerked it. I hope you do n't mind."

She thought about it for a bit before she said,"I do n't intend that I do. Its kind of like a compliment, I think, that this,"she pulled up her t-shirt and showed me her pussy again,"Could make water you do that."She pointed at the floor.

My cock shot back up, tenting my underclothes, as her soft-looking puss hair sat gleaming in the Christ Within from my reading lamp. She saw my extrusion and asked,"Can I see your thing ?"I hesitated and she said,"Its only right, you saw my cookie, so you should show me your thing."

Her logic was flawless and I quickly yanked my shorts down, showing her my quivering four in rooster. She reached out and I pulled back,"Uh uh, cuz, only if I can touch yours too."

She spread her legs give and said,"okey, but be heedful, that push button thing on the top is literal medium sometimes, if you press on it too heavily it hurts."

Her clit was standing out small, but majestic, at the top of her slit,"What if I touch it slow, would that be okay ?"

She nodded and said,"Yeah, I do that all the time. It feels great."

I reached out and lightly poked her clit, running my curious finger all around the flyspeck bump. She hummed and closed her legs on my hand, not stopping me, but not giving me very much room to do work either. There was enough mire for me to writhe my finger around, but I could n't see what I was doing anymore. She kind of moaned and a bit of juice suddenly appeared and my digit started to slide around the top of her puss. She reached for my stopcock again and this time I let her stimulate it.

As her warm digit closed around the helmet she softly exclaimed,"Oh, its so soft and so hard too. I like it."

"Whoa, cuz, be careful with the top. I guess its like your clit and its sensitive too."

"okey, sorry."She continued to run her finger's breadth all around he head and up and down the spear.

I shuddered and said,"Oh, wow, that feels great, cuz, its so much better than when I do it myself."

She smiled at the compliment and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, slowly jacking me. I felt myself getting closer to another coming and my groan started to become louder.

She shushed me and whispered,"Hey, cuz, I passed by my parents room a few week ago and I peeked through their keyhole when I heard some Weird speech sound. I saw my ma do something to my dad ; she stuck her typeface next to his thing and she used her back talk to suck up on it. Do you need me to do that ?"

I nodded my head quickly and said,"Sure. I think that that would be neat."

She leaned over and slipped my headway between her rim, sucking gently on it while her wooden leg slowly flopped back open. I ran my fingers up and down her slit for a second before she slapped them closed on my helping hand again ; it was frustrating, but her sass military action distracted me as she began to sop up a bit harder.

My hips instinctively began to thrust at her face and she opened her lips to let it go deeper. She was a natural born cock-sucker and she soon had about of me sliding in and out as she jacked me into her mouth.

Her legs slowly opened again as she concentrated of gulping my pecker. I was too into what she was doing to pay much attention to her kitty ; I mostly rubbed her button as she kind of hunched against my hand.

My free hand found her read/write head and began to perpetrate her against my thrusting bulwark ; she moaned and the trembling caused a small-scale frisson to lave across my bastard. She picked up speed and my cum rose up and exploded out of my stopcock. She tried to pull back, but I held her nerve against me as rophy after thick forget me drug filled her mouth. She had no option but to swallow each pulse.

As I moaned and fucked her face, she started humping my handwriting harder. Her wild gyrations caused my finger's breadth to fall away between her moist sassing and energy through her hymen as my thumb raked across her pulsating clit.

She screamed in pain as her cherry tree tore around my finger, but seconds later she was screaming even louder as an climax washed over her young consistence. If my tool had n't been half way down her throat, she would have woke the whole house up with her noise.

She kept hunching against my quarter round as I worked her clitoris like a kitty on a toy mouse. I did n't have a go at it what the fuck I was doing, but whatever it was, she absolutely loved it. Eventually, she spit my cock out and whispered,"block, cuz, its too raw now. conduct you finger out of my cookie, that really hurts."She looked between her leg and said,"Oh, man, you broke my cherry."

She saw the mix up look on my fount and explained what her mother had told her about virginity and hymens and sex. It was fascinating to get a glimpse into the world of girlfriend clobber and I almost forgot that I had blown a lading in her mouth until she smacked her sass and said,"Your cums really try out weird ; all salty and thick and stuff. I liked it. Did you like doing that ? ma said that boys like doing stuff like that."

We talked about sex hooey for a while ; it turns out that she knew one Scheol of a lot More than I did about the subjugate thanks to my auntie. Eventually, we both got tired and she kissed me on the cheek and went back to sleep. There was a bit of stock on my finger ; I wiped it off with a tissue and passed out for the Night.

Chapter Two

She would n't let me touch her twat for a week because she said that it hurt, and she would n't impact my turncock if I did n't touch her pussy. By the Fri after our showtime sexual dramatic play, I was quite frustrated with the situation. That night, she finally decided that it felt better and she let me into her bed again.

This time, she opened her legs spacious and said,"My mom said that if I suck on a boys thing, then he has to suck on my cookie."

I looked between her legs with incertitude on my font ; that was where girls peed from and I did n't need anything to do with that. She pointed out that I peed from my stopcock and she was still willing to put in in her sassing. Once again, her logic overpowered my hesitation and I settled onto her bed and nonplus my face between her legs.

"Stick out your tongue, cuz, clout my push button like an ice cream cone."

The mental icon gave me what I needed to give her what she needed.

She reached down and pulled her scratch open and I touched her clit with my tongue."Now, lick it all around, cuz, push it inside me."

Her instructions were loud and clear and she was soon moaning and running her finger's breadth through my hair as she pushed her kitty-cat against my face. She jumped in pain as my lingua slipped between her lips, but I quickly slid back up to her pulsing clit and she forgot about it ; neither of us knew it at the meter, but my finger had only pushed through her hymen, it had n't torn all of it away.

My lingua got tired before she could cum ; I did n't even make love that she was opine to. She moaned in disappointment as I pulled away but nodded her head anyway when I asked her to breastfeed on my prick again.

She had an underlying instinct for fairness, so when she had me all hard and throbbing in her sass, she pulled off and said,"I did n't get any cums so you do n't either."

Again with the logic. I thought about it for a second and said,"How 'bout we push our stuff together and try to cum at the Saame time ?"

She grinned and opened her legs again ; I quickly settled between them and looked around to see how things would fit together. She aimed me at her slit and said,"thrust inside, cuz."

I did as she asked and she yelped and bit at her lip as my peter tore through the last part of her cherry tree. She saw my facial expression of headache as I bottomed out inside her and she said,"I guess you did n't get it all with your finger. Rub my button so it do n't smart so much."

She pushed me over a bit so I was leaning on one arm, freeing up the other one to sacrifice her pleasance. My quarter round found her clit and I began to rub her up and down until she started moaning quietly."Okay, cuz, that 's expert, now start pushing it into my cookie, but keep rubbing my button too."

It was difficult but not too much so ; we soon built up a rhythm method of birth control that had her forefront thrashing back and forth as she pulled her pillow over her face and groaned out loud. Having to concentrate on rubbing her while we fucked kept me from cumming right away, but her tight pussy clamping down on my stabbing prick soon brought me right to the border.

My own need caused me to desolate her clitoris ; I moved so that I was completely on top of her and began to slap my rosehip against hers. She grunted each clip we came together, partly from pleasure but mostly from the shock of my heavier frame on her petite one. She moved the pillow out of the way, accidentally shifting her t-shirt sideways so that I could see her tiny breasts for the first sentence.

I ogled her little pointy cones, the lead covered with easygoing pink areola, as I fucked her pussy. She grinned at me,"You can nurse on 'em, cuz, momma says that it feels really dear when a boy sucks on your titties."

Not one to argue with my knowledgeable auntie, I leaned down and pulled one of her small breasts into my mouth. She bit the edge of her pillow as her nipple crinkled up in my lip. It felt weird enough that I pulled back and marveled at the change in the tip of her breast. She giggled and pulled my case back to her chest.

The full vista became too much for me and I thrust into her one last clock time and filled her tight, wet pussy with gobs and mariner of fatheaded slimy cum. I shuddered and ground my hips against hers as my pecker throbbed and spit interior of her ; she yelped again and clamped down on my aching member, her own orgasm washing over her offspring body.

We both sucked in great pant breathing place as our joy slowly ebbed and fatigue nibbled at the edges of our macrocosm. I slid out of her body with a wet sucking speech sound that made us both giggle. She snuggled against my chest and slid into a Light Within drowse. I waited until she was deeply asleep before I slipped out of her bed and stood next to it for a moment, watching her small breast motion up and down in sentence with her shallow breathing. Eventually, I slipped into my bed and drifted off to sleep.

Neither of us understood how big a thing we had just done with each other, nor did we have any approximation that she could get significant from it. We were fortunate that wintertime ; I dumped gallons of cum into her pussy and none of it took ; we both had several small fry later in life, three with her husband and two with my wife. I guess, fortunately for us, her body just was n't ready back then.

When her parents came back from wherever the hell they went that winter, she moved back with them and affair went back to the way that they were before. We never really talked about what we had done, and as we got aged and realized just how dullard we 'd been, we kind of ward off each former for a few years until we decided that we were being dolt and let it go.

So, that 's the story Y'all have fun now .