Kissing Cusinz

Kissing Cousins


My cousin Phyllis (preferred to be called Phil) was a year younger than me. I went to a technical high, and she, the local HS.

We were in an old, established medium sized Northern town, with the majority of the folks being religious. Read: prudish! Sex was not discussed, even in locker rooms. Straight sex was the way, as a blow job or cunnilingus was something that gays and lesbians did. Most of what else was taboo. Women were not allowed to initiate sex. This was a trait of a “bad” girl which you did not want to marry, or so your dad and mom told you. Cowgirl position? No way. Sex ed was NOT taught in the school system. In those days, and around there, sex was only good for making babies, right?

We were closer to being brother and sister than cousins. Her brother, Mark, died at only 2 years old. The death and medical bills left her family broke. Moreover, dealing with the death of a family member when she was only 6 years old, kind of screwed her mind up. I had a sister who was a real bitch. I mean broom riding, card carrying bitch. Mother trained her into her own image. To both of them, playing pranks, calling names, picking on me was what they did. Although dad was physically strong, in the house he was a real pussy. I stayed away from them as much as possible, hence, hung around with my cousin. Many of my friends thought Phil was my real sister. Soul mates, even

Phil: about 5-1, 95#, almost flat chested and did not have round hips. Her face was nice and framed in thick, curly brunet hair, with muscular lags.(We did not have two cars in either family so we both walked wherever we went. However, out houses was only a half block away. Since her body was skinny, she wore long dresses or baggy jeans most of the time, trying to hide it.

Her thinness was the result of a medical problem and doctors tried to help her gain weight, but to no avail. She was thin like Twiggy, however, physically she was in good condition.

Me: 5-7, 127#, also thick black hair; thick glasses, on the skinny side myself, but not as bad as her. If there’s one word to describe me, it was: average. Being on the brainy side, I was a nerd. Big time. At an early age, I got into electronics, and repaired TVs, radios and record players for neighbors and relatives.

As you can imagine, neither of us dated a lot. At 19 I was still a virgin. And naïve, as I was kept from the “real” world.

My family was poor, but not bankrupt so. My grandpa could not afford a home. My dad’s burning desire was to own a home. They needed 20% down and squeaky clean credit. Both parents worked, and Dad worked two jobs just to own a home of his own. He bought his house when he was 35 yrs old. (They waited until 30 to have me) However, we had little else. Our neighborhood was of homes and families of our social status: money was hand-to-mouth , but not dirt poor. If there was a word to describe it: survival. Dad bought 3 yr old cars and ran them into the ground.

To celebrate Phil’s 18th birthday, I took her to a young adult type night club, (The drinking age then was 18). The band which was playing was one I did electronics work for, and I wired color lights for the bar, so I was treated like an employee there. We had some drinks. I limited myself because I was driving, but Phil was lost to the world, so we left there early. It was a combination of not ever having a drink before and overdoing it.

Her parents, like mine were not drinkers. Someone would give my dad a bottle for Christmas, and it would be only about half gone in June. Her dad was also not a drinker.

On the way she said “Can’t we go somewhere until some of this wears off? I don’t want my mom and dad to see me THIS bad.”

I said “OK. There’s an all night restaurant I know of and I’ll get some black coffee and we will get as much into you as we can.”

I went in and got 3 coffees to go. In their parking lot I got one cup into her and she said “Let’s go to the ‘Hill’ and sit in the car and talk”

The hill has a road which circles the top and is used at night for people “parking” (getting laid). So I said “Are you sure?”

She said “I feel funny here in front of a restaurant. At least there, we will have some privacy while I sober up a bit.”

To the hill we went. After the second cup she said she was nauseous. I got her out of the car. After she barfed, she got back in. She was perking up, and the third cup went down.

I said “Ready to go home, yet?’

She said “Lets stay here a while. I just want to be with you”

I figured she just wanted to talk, so I said “OK”, however…

She slid over on the seat to my side, and put her arms around me, with her head on my shoulder. She kissed me on the lips. This was something new, as she never did that before.

With my sense of humor, I said “Getting frisky?”

She said “Damn well horny”

This time, she planted another one on my lips and tongued me. I was enjoying this and played along, as I was very curious as to where this was leading to. As I said, I did not date much. I said “If we go any farther, our relationship is going to change. And if we do, NOBODY, I mean nobody else is to know. Our dads will literally kill us.” That’s a fact! With their bare hands. They were both big and worked manual labor jobs.

She said “If you don’t want to, say so. If you do want to, let’s continue.”

I said I was not experienced, and moreover, there was no internet back then for sex ed 100. I did have some “girlie” magazines that an older friend gave me when he got drafted. So, needless to say, I played it by ear, eerrr, hand, eerrr, you know what I mean.

She put ,my hand on her chest, and I gave her tit a bit of a squeeze, and she moaned in ecstasy. I responded to that by going up her blouse. Her breast is small, but I found hard nipples there, and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. She was moaning and in a trance like state. Then she slides her hand to my zipper and fingers me through my pants. I got hard fast.

I said “Have you done this before? I’ll admit I am still a virgin.”

She said “I am not a virgin, but only have done this twice before now. He said he loved me but took off after he got what he wanted.”

“In that case, you take charge”

She pulls down my zipper, and parts the snap at the top. Down go my pants and shorts. Being I was hard, it sprang out and nearly hit her in her mouth. She took hold of it and was stroking it. I took my hand out of her blouse and went up her dress. I moved the panties aside and felt hair. I fingered her. She again was moaning and in a trance state, and had gotten wet.

After a while she said “Do you have any condoms?”

I said “no.” (God help me if I ever got caught with one by my parents.)

She said “You will have to pull out before you squirt. I am not protected”

I said “I know SOME things about it.” And got a dirty look from her.

My car had reclining seats, so I put them as far down as I could. I got the dress up far enough and removed her panties. She opened her legs and said “I am wet enough. Do it gently.”

She moved my dick to her hairy entrance and said “Push it in me.”

She was warm, very tight and very wet. After getting it in all the way, I stopped to savior this new experience.

She said “You are supposed to move it in and out of me.”

I made a face like “I know” and did the moves which came naturally.(pun not intended ) I was doing her and it couldn’t have been 5 minutes when I felt my balls welling up and ready to come. I said “I’m ready.”

I pulled out. I had an old towel on the back seat, so I quickly whipped it up and it over my dick, and she was stroking it. I came more than I ever have before and she milked it dry. We cleaned ourselves up.

I said “We will have to do this again.”

She said “Well, when we don’t have someone else, we will have each other.” And she kissed me.

I said “This probably goes without saying, but nobody, and I mean nobody else is to know.