Kissin Cousins

My mother and her sister were married the same year and one year later each had a baby, my mother, a girl and my aunt, a boy. We lived in the same city at the time but when I was three years old, my father was transferred to a mid western town. The families were close so when I was five, our parents decided to purchase a vacation home together where they could go fishing and hiking in the summer and skiing in the winter. The two families would meet every year during the Christmas break. The rest of the year either family could use the home at their convenience. As it evolved, my mother and her sister decided they would meet there every August without their husbands who had to remain home to look after their businesses during the busy season.
I remember Cousin Mike almost from my earliest years. He and I hit it off from the start. Each summer when we met we would run and throw our arms around each other. We would kiss and our parents thought it was so cute that they encouraged us to kiss each other every night before going to bed. In our early years on really hot days our mothers would let us run around naked Even when we were clothed we would go down to the creek in the woods take off our clothes and cool off in the stream which never got higher than my chest In our younger years our mothers would go down with us for safety reasons. Bathing in the stream became a daily ritual with us and as we got older and our mothers thought we could take care of ourselves they stopped going down there with us. That must have been when we were nine or ten. It was about that time our mothers decided we shouldn’t sleep together any more so Mike was told to sleep in the downstairs porch . I was angry with that and couldn’t understand why we had to be separated. The only answer I got was “You two are getting older.”
Over the years we had gotten used to each others bodies, examined each other as children do
When Mike and I slept in the same bed we used to tell each other ghost stories, sing songs, tickle each other and wrestle. One night we were wrestling and I grabbed his scrotum. He winched in pain. I said “What’s the matter?” He said “You grabbed my balls.
“Let me see, “I said and I examined his crotch area and felt his balls. “What are those for? “I asked. He said he didn’t know. I took hold of his penis,” Why do you think I don’t have a peepee? He tols me “You don’t need one. You sit down when you pee.”

I remember when we were maybe six, watching Mike pee in a field and I said I can do it standing up too and I stood up, spread my legs and peed. That night at supper, I told our two mothers how I could do the same thing Mike can do – stand up and pee and the adults roared laughing.

We were the best of friends, Mike and me, Sometimes we quarreled, sometimes we teased each other but we always kissed and made up.From the time we were five our parents had us kiss each other good night and as we got to 10 and 11 it wasn’t just one good night kiss. We sometimes would lie in bed and kiss each other over and over because, well, it just felt good. There we were, naked and getting aroused and we didn’t even know what sex was. It was about that time that Mike was told to move to the porch.

The year after we turned eleven Mike’s father had to go out of the country for a year and the rest of the family went with him. As twelve-year-olds we didn’t see each other at all, not even at Christmas. By the time I was 13 I had started menstruating. My body had filled out and my breasts had swelled to a mature size.

The following summer, when we were both 13 and going on 14 we again went to the summer home. For some reason I hadn’t expected the changes I saw in Mike. He was no longer a little boy. He had grown at least a foot, his body was muscular, and he had the beginnings of hair on his face. When we met for the first time that summer it was a bit awkward. We stood in front of each other not knowing what to do, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally my mother said,” Well aren’t you going to kiss each other.” Mom was always big on kissing “ You haven’t seen each other for almost two years.” He reached out his arms and pulled me to him and we kissed as we had done each year before. Our mothers were watching so it was hardly a kiss at all, more like a peck but even that brief kiss felt better than any kiss I ever had before. We both took our bags upstairs to my room to unpack. Since Mike had been exiled to the porch he had to keep his clothes in a chest in my room. We started unpacking and when I took out my panties to put them away Mike looked at me and blushed. “It’s not like you’ve never seen my undies before, either on me or off me. “ I said. Mike laughed. “Seems a bit different now.”

It was kind of cool and rainy the first couple days of our visit and Mike and I used the time to get to know these new people we now were. We read, played board games, and talked about our school experiences over the past year. The first clear day he and I decided to go for a walk and check out the area. We walked along holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we sang some silly song. I was feeling so happy, so energetic that I gave him a push, “You’re it” I said and started running up a hill. Mike came after me and about half way up I stumbled and Mike ran up and dropped on top of me. He straddled my body, pinned me down and held my hands over my head. “Got you now. You can’t move. “ I looked up at him and said, ”Oh Mike, I’m so happy we are together again. I thought of you every day that we were away from each other. “

He looked down at me.“My adorable cousin,“ he said and bent down and gave me a long passionate kiss.” My whole body throbbed but it was a warning too. I looked up at him – into his eyes. “Mike, we can’t kiss like that. No more. Nothing sexual. We’re cousins and we can’t forget that. No matter what we feel for each other we have to remember we are just cousins.”

Mike helped me get up. “I know, he said. I know only too well.”

We walked back to the house in silence. That night as I was going up stairs to bed my mother said, “Aren’t you going to kiss Mike good night? You always have before.”
“Of, course I am, mother.” And Mike and I touched lips momentarily and separated.

The next day was scorching hot. After lunch the two of us strolled down to the stream and watched it flow by.“It looks so refreshing, I said.
“Too refreshing, Mike said “Let’s go in.”
“We don’t have bathing suits,” I said.
“We don’t need them,” he said. “We never needed them before.”
“Mike, we can‘t. We…we’ve changed.