COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 3 revised

COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 3

Romance, incest, male/female, softcore

This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It covers a number of years.

For photo of Lila see:
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I felt it was more sensual in B&W.


BACKGROUND TO OUR STORY……….

It was 1992 when my family moved to live close by to my cousin Lila, who was about the same age. My name is Jonathon but my family has always called me Johnny. Our mothers are sisters. Layla’s mother is about one year older than my mother. Lila and I are only children. We attended different schools. Lila attended a private girl’s school. My mother and I would visit their house and Lila and her mother would visit us. Lila and I became quite close. We seemed to like to do the same things.

Our story: ……………………



CONTINUATION


………….A NEW YEAR

With swimming finished we continued our alternate visiting routine.

We were even closer as we became older. With the stay over arrangement we did not see each other Tues-Thurs. We asked our mothers if we extend our stayovers. However, they would not agree. They believed we were spending enough time together.

We settled into a regular routine on stayovers.

At Lila’s, there was now a new game, she received at Christmas – Scrabble. It was good for learning words and could be played over more than one day.
Lila said she wished she had a big bed so that I could keep her company during my stay.

At my house, my collection of Lego had expanded with the addition of Power Functions. Lila liked that we could now build working models.
The beds in my room were called ‘king singles’. Lila liked staying with me, more than ever, because there was enough extra space for her to sleep the night with me, which she now did often. I grew to enjoy Lila sleeping with me and waking up to feel her naked body cuddled up close.

…………SOME DEVELOPMENTS

She was excited (and so was I) that her breasts were getting larger, although not yet as big as Mary’s. She had me regularly check her pubic hair which was now starting to show on her mound. She badly wanted her hairs to be curly, like her mothers. She would lay on the bed open her legs wide…………… “can you see any curls yet?” she would ask. There were no curls but the hairs were growing quickly and showing clearly.

As it was getting warmer, I started to think about the fun that it was going to be when were back swimming. Lila always looked cute running around the pool and diving in – with little breasts and dark hairs on her mound she would look even cuter. Mary might even come again – I was sure her breasts would be lots bigger……….and her pubic hairs?? Lila was disappointed that I did not have pubic hairs……….. “not even one” she would say.

One night she said to me “you dick looks to be growing…………………stand up…..let me measure it again.”
She found the ruler and tape ………….”I can’t do it unless it’s sticking right up Johnny……………I don’t know why I have to help make it hard so much………………..it would be much better if you could make it go up when I need it” Lila put her hand around and gave it her usual massage. “It’s coming up ………….I hope it does not stop working altogether!”

On the ruler, Lila read off 5 inches, on the tape, another 5 inches and then marked the ruler and tape……………”Gosh it’s slow……………again that’s only ½ inch improvement in about a year. Next she counted along the ruler, ½ inch at a time – 1….2…3… to 6………… “At the rate you’re growing it is going to be 6 more years before you reach 8 inches long!!”

…………..VERY BAD NEWS

On one visit, Aunt told my mother that Lila’s Dad had been transferred overseas and they would be leaving in 6 weeks. That meant we would not have much summer break before they left.

While away, Lila would be attending a private girls’ school, which was not far from where they would be living. Their own house would be rented out until they returned from overseas. However, they would be returning here on their holidays at least once a year.
Lila cried when she knew she would not be seeing us for some time, but felt better when knowing we could keep contact regularly by email and phone.

The day Lila left was the worst day of my life.

When I went to my bedroom I looked at the spare bed Lila used and felt very lonely. I think I cried a little for a couple of nights. The fact that I had had plenty of notice that she was going did not help. She was my soulmate. I would miss her a lot. The first few days after Lila left, I waited for the school bus that she use to arrive on, hoping she would be there.

With Lila gone, my mother convinced me to become more involved in tennis. This meant an extra three afternoons, after school, and joining the junior practice squad, with play on Saturday. An added distraction was going to Junior High. But night time was the lonely time. My father bought a TV for my room and a bunch of video travel documentaries about the UK, where Lila would be living. I knew Lila would have liked the videos because she had become very interested in history during the previous year.

………………LILA RETURNS ON HOLIDAYS

About a year or so later, Lila and her parents returned for a holiday. They stayed with Lila’s paternal Grandparents about 1 ½ hrs from us. Lila was always excited when we came to visit, which we did a number of times.