Holiday with my cousin

This is an almost forgotten story from many years ago. Just recently I met someone who lived just a couple of miles from the place where a cousin of mine had lived and that brought back memories of how , many years ago, I was on holiday with her on the south coast of England. So here , with a few details and the names changed is the almost true story of the happenings during my 2 week vacation with my cousin Brenda.

So, we had arrived at the bungalow on the south coast which was to be our holiday home for the next 2 weeks. The bungalow had been extended and could conveniently take 5 people, but there were 7 of us so it was going to be a bit of a squash. There was my mother and me, my older sister and her boyfriend, my aunt and uncle and my cousin Brenda. The squash would improve after 3 days when my sister and boyfriend would be leaving as they only had a few days off work. I had just reached my teens and Brenda was 11, but she was very well developed and could have passed as a 13 year old any day. Right from the start she flirted cheekily with me and my mother noticed. She said something to my aunt about it who just said “Oh, ignore her, she’s harmless” or something like that.

I had to share a bedroom with Brenda; it was a small room just big enough to take 2 single beds and at bed time one of us changed into our night attire in the bedroom while the other used the bath room. Then when we’d been “tucked in” one or other of the adults would peep round the bedroom door every 10 minutes or so until they were satisfied that we were both asleep. They said that was to make sure that we were “alright”. Now in common with most other healthy 13 year old lads, I was in the habit of giving myself a pleasure fix at least once a day and usually just before I went to sleep. However, with this arrangement that was bordering between difficult and impossible. I tried staying awake till all the adults were asleep but that didn’t work and Brenda moved around a lot in her sleep so I could never tell if she was awake. In the end I gave up trying to have a wank and just got more and more frustrated. My dick was hard more often than not and my testicles started to ache. (At that time in my life I had not heard of “blue balls”). To make matters worse there was this precocious young female who would ply me with loaded questions every time the adults were out of earshot.

I soon came to the conclusion that Brenda knew nothing about sex but that given the opportunity she would be very willing to find out. That opportunity came at the week end when we were left alone for a couple of hours. Another aunt and uncle were going to join us for a couple of days and after being met at the station they were all going for a drink before returning to the bungalow. Brenda and I were left playing some game, I think it was table billiards (there were no electronic distractions in those days) and the adults left for the station.

After about 5 minutes the questions started again, only this time I was able to give some sort of answer. “What’s the real difference between boys and girls; why do they keep peeping into our bedroom; why do we have to change in different rooms ; what was that bulge in your pyjamas” and so on. I decided that I would have to give her a quick lecture on where babies come from and how they get there. At the end she was a little surprised but quite prepared to believe as it all fitted in with rumours that she’d heard. “There’s still one question” she said “The bulge; you’ve got one again now. Why”. I explained how in order to plant the seed the “planter” would have to be stiff in order to get it in and that when it wasn’t required it sort of folded away. “That still doesn’t say why yours is stiff now” she said. I think by then I was getting a little red in the face but this conversation was going the way I wanted and I was determined to keep it on track.

It had been over a week since I had jacked off, so my sperm sacks were full to overflowing, my seminal vessels were full up and my system was turbocharged with testosterone, and I felt that Brenda was ready for some practical experience.