Robin, part 1

The following story is essentially true. The first part is recounted from an earlier story, and the rest continues the story of my long affair with my first cousin. The events happened pretty much as described, though some parts occurred when I was very young, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.

Names have been changed where needed.

Just a bit of background first…

My grandfather molested my mother and her oldest sister when they were in their teens. Her older sister, Peggy, left home as soon as she got out of high school, and went into the Navy, where she later met another sailor and got married. He already had two young daughters, Dale and Debbie, and they had two children of their own, Robin and Richard. Robin, the oldest, was in fact born just a few days before I was, and Richard was two or three years younger.

Once Peggy had left home, my own mother was next in line for her father’s attention, and he began molesting her. This continued for three or four years, until just before she finished high school. Her older brother returned from WWII, found out what was going on, and beat the old man within an inch of his life to make him stop molesting his daughter. My mother’s youngest sister was thus spared the same abuse the two older girls had endured.

On a side note, though, my mother’s older brother, my uncle – the one who had beaten their father for molesting her – then had an incestuous affair with my mother for several days, until he had to report to his new assignment, and as I understand it, they met a few times afterward, until she finally got married.

I have no idea what my grandfather did to amuse himself in the interim, but when my mother left my dad and moved my two younger brothers and me closer to her parents, just a few houses down from them, it didn’t take long for him to begin taking advantage of me. I hesitate to use the terms molest or abuse, because to tell the truth, I liked it. I was seven years old, or perhaps just about to turn seven, when he began showing me how to play with his cock, sitting in the front seat of his car in the driveway, listening to baseball games on the car radio. That very quickly turned into me laying across the seat, my head on his lap, sucking his cock, all while my grandmother and mother often sat on the front porch of the house nearby, maybe twenty feet away, never suspecting a thing.

My mother took over the job of taking my grandmother to get groceries on the weekends, and my grandfather couldn’t have been happier. He never liked having to go shopping – my grandmother never drove a car in her life – and it gave him a chance to go further with me. He would keep me behind while everyone else went shopping, and he and I would swap blowjobs while they were gone. All this time, he never could get his cock completely hard, and his cum sort of just seeped out as we went along, never spurting out…I never knew until later that most men cum in spurts, since I was so young my fluid just seeped out too. At the time, I really didn’t care, I just loved sucking his cock, and having him suck mine.

About a year later we moved again, this time about an hour and a half away from my grandparents. My mom still drove us all up to visit them on the weekends, and took my grandmother and my two younger brothers shopping, and my grandfather and I still used the time they were gone to swap blowjobs and have a good time. In fact, shortly after that, he became bolder, and would actually take me to bed with him. He and my grandmother slept in the same room, in separate beds though, and my mom would sleep in the next room in the spare bed. There was a doorway between the two rooms, but no door, just a curtain. My two brothers and I slept in a pallet on the living room floor, or did until one night my grandfather came out and got me and took me to his bed.

I could hear my grandmother on the other bed and knew she was awake as I sucked my grandfather’s cock. She never said a word, and never made any attempt to stop it, just eventually got tired of hearing us having sex and got up and went to sleep in the other room, in bed with my mother. From then on, my mother and grandmother knew exactly what was going on, and neither of them ever made an effort to stop it. They simply made a deal with my grandfather to allow him to continue molesting me, as long as he didn’t try to do the same with my younger brothers.

By the time I was ten years old, I was an accomplished cocksucker, having been shared with one of his friends by my grandfather, and swapping blowjobs with a few friends from school. I had also discovered girls, and learned about fucking them, and especially about anal sex. My first real orgasm, the first time my cum actually spurted out rather than just kind of seeping out as I went on, came the first time I fucked a girl in the ass. She had enjoyed it so much, I had to experience it myself, and had one of my schoolmates fuck me in the ass. I found I could cum just from that alone. I never told my grandfather about any of the other sex I had been having, though.

When I was ten years old, Peggy, my mother’s oldest sister who had been molested by my grandfather, and her family came down to visit my grandparents for a week or so.