Cousins — a Tale of Teenage Incest (Part 1)

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Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel (glassnegman@yahoo.com)

Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered “Fiction” although it has its basis in “Fact”. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I’m telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms better/stronger/faster. Thank you, and enjoy.



Part 1

Ronnie was considered a handsome boy, that’s for certain. All of the girls fawned over him. Whenever he was around, he had his posse of teenie-boppers hanging around him. I should know; I was one of them. Mullets were the style in those days, and he had a nice one, down to his shoulder-blades. Once in a while, when it was late at night, and he was sitting on my grandparent’s back porch, drinking a beer, he’d let me run my fingers through it. It was silky and soft, and felt like sex, I thought — what did I know about sex?? I was 14, and even though my younger sister was no longer a virgin, and my older sister was virtually a slut by that time, me, well, I was uncharted territory, and although I didn’t realize it, I was setting my sights on Ronnie.

My Grandparents owned an old cabin up in the northern tier counties of Pennsylvania. It was a real “cabin”: no running water, which meant no indoor toilet, no electricity, and we cooked by fire in one of the stoves.

There were 2 bedrooms, but they were occupied by my parents, and grandparents, and, on occasion, my sisters would sleep on the floor in my parents’ room. This left my brother and me to sleep out in the living room with whatever of the “cousins” might be along for the week. I used to love when Ronnie would come along. There was a “fold down” sofa — rather like the futons of today, and Ronnie would take the front, and I’d take the back, and I’d snuggle right up next to his back, as he’d always sleep facing away from me. Oh how many nights I wished he’d turn towards me, lying there in the pitch black, feeling him close to me. I never felt my feelings were “wrong” actually… he wasn’t a “close cousin” — in fact, I didn’t even know how we were related, really. My Grandmother just told me once that he was “a second cousin”, and that, as far as I was concerned made him “fair game”. The fact that he was 6 years older than me didn’t seem like much of a big deal to me at the time, and to be truthful, it never has since.

Besides, I had read “flowers in the attic” — If a brother and sister could fall in love, why not 2 “second cousins”?? Then one night, I guess the heat got the best of Ronnie, and he just couldn’t sleep, or something, because at last, he turned towards me. I was pretty much fully-developed as far as my breasts were concerned at that age, and he took his left arm, and put it in under my body, holding me, and my big breasts close to his bare chest. I wished I could sleep bare-chested like the guys… Oh how I’d love to feel his chest against my bare breast right now… With his right hand, he slowly rubbed my crotch through my sweat-pants, and oh, how I wanted to feel his touch inside those pants, and just as I thought that, he slid his hand inside the elastic waist of the sweats, and started rubbing what I later learned was my clitoris.

OH DEAR GOD, that felt sooo good. I grabbed hold of his shoulder, and drew him even nearer to me. He kept rubbing and rubbing that “special spot” that I never even knew I had before, and then, he slipped one finger, and one only, into me… OH DEAR GOD, something else that felt like heaven also… I was actually grinding against his hand… This went on for some minutes, but I did not reach orgasm, sadly….