Accidental Cousins

This is an account of how I accidently had sex with my cousin.


It seems that all stories like this begin when we are young. But probably not now you are thinking.
I have 2 female cousins on my mom’s side, Tina and Cara. They are 2 and 4 years younger that I am.

When I was 9 my parents moved from the Mid-West out to California. I saw my cousins for the last time the year after we moved.
So the last time I saw them they were 8 and 6 and I was 10.

When I was 13 my folks got a divorce and we lived with my mom.

When I turned 18 I joined the Army. It was a good fit for me. It provided me structure and pushed me physically.
It helped me grow a lot. I got out of basic being 6’1 and 180 pounds of muscle.

I deployed with my unit to Desert Shield/Storm (part 1) in August of 1990.
After 8 miserable months in the desert we deployed home.

We arrived home the middle of April. The command had promised to set up block leave for units returning, but it would take some time to figure out the schedule. Being a Wednesday, they said we needed to do some equipment maintenance and turn in by Thursday and then they would give us a 4 day weekend.

One of my buddies Jim had the idea of heading off to Florida to catch some of Spring Break.
After 8 months of looking at sand, camels, spiders and guys, I agreed to go with him.

Thursday evening we hoped in his convertible Camaro and headed south!

We didn’t really have much of a plan as we started out. Since we didn’t have a place to stay, we were planning on sleeping a few hours on the beach each day, hit the clubs at night and hope to find a table at Denny’s until the sun came up.

Jim’s old roommate went down 2 years prior with a room, but wound up doing pretty much what we were planning.
We were also hoping to hook up with a couple of college hotties and maybe sleep in their room.
After all, it was only 4 days and we’d gone with 2 and 3 hours of sleep for longer than that just on exercises.

We drove all through the night. It wasn’t hard, since our body clocks were still on Saudi time.
When we got to Daytona it was a zoo! Well in a good way. There were bikinis everywhere!

Jim found a place to park about 10 blocks from the beach. His car would be our base of operations. We quickly changed in to swim trunks, took out the beach chairs and towels and headed for the beach.

We quickly found a place with some thumpin’ music in the background and marked our spot.

Jim went and found a couple of beers and we sat down to admire the scenery.

With the heat and the beer, I actually nodded off for about 2 hours. When I woke I felt charged and ready to go.

Jim and I walked along the beach admiring all the honeys and trying to talk with a few.

We came across a couple of wet t-shirt contests and a few other Spring Break games.

Over all, we didn’t have much luck with the ladies, but there was a lot of competition. We did have a few ask if we were Marines.
I guess the flattop haircuts didn’t help much.

As nighttime approached, we walked over to the beach showers and hosed the sweat off of us.

Then we walked back to the car, did a quick change in to shorts and a button up shirt and walked around looking for food.
Thinks were a madhouse and it took us 2 hours to get a seat to eat.

We had heard of a couple of places to party so after we ate we went out on a mission to find a place to party.

We go to the first club about 11:30. It was pretty jumpin’. We moved our way in through the crowd and to the bar to get a drink.
There was a wide range of ages, anywhere from 17 to 50. Being 23, I felt pretty though.

After getting our beers we moved around trying to start up a couple of conversations.
As we circled the dance floor I spotted a little cutie dancing with her friends.
She was a dream. She stood about 5’4 maybe 110lbs. Brown hair just past her shoulders with bangs that framed her beautiful face.
She was wearing a pink tank top, bra, and a jean skirt.
I remember seeing her look up while dancing and seeing me. She seemed to give me a quick smile and spun back around where her friends were.
I nudged Jim and pointed out the girls on the floor.
While I was pointing them out, she turned around again and then poked her friend and nodded our way.
Her friend motioned us over and we didn’t need much more of an invitation than that.

We dance our way on to the floor.
Now I am not an expert dancer, but I do dance pretty well. Now I was face to face with this little cutie while Jim worked on her friend.
She looked up at me and yelled “You’re a good dancer”, though it was barely audible over the music.
“Thanks! You too!” was my reply.