Message-ID: <5984eli$9711301119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: EricShon@aol.com Subject: REPOST: "Cousin's Delight" part 1 of 5 (mf, teen, voy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971130051821_1806761588@mrin85.mail.aol.com> This is a work of fiction. It's dirty. If you shouldn't be reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be offended, sign off and go watch TV. Cousin's Delight By Eric Shon Part 1 It was a typical midwestern August day...sunny and hot. I had just turned 15 two weeks before, and thought at the time that I had grown out of the annual family trip to Lake Wetauga. It had seemed for the last two years that I had grown out of everything. My parents annoyed me, my younger sister, 12 at the time, couldn't breathe without making me want to drive a nail through my head, and it seemed all my baby brother, 7, could do was whine and cry. I had fought to stay home this weekend, but my father, tired of hearing my mother trying to cajole me into wanting to go, finally said, "You're going whether you want to or not...and you'll like it!" Yeah, right. Every year the trip was the same thing. Rain or shine we packed up Dad's Suburban, headed out around 7:00 in the morning, drove for what seemed like a thousand miles to Sonoma Beach (I always thought it sounded like an old Italian guy swearing!) on Lake Wetauga. Of course, the next year, when my father convinced me to make the trip by letting me get behind the wheel, my first adventure with my new driver's license, the drive turned out to be only about two hours. Too short! Anyway, we always signed out one of the picnic pavilions that stood about 50 yards from the water, and met my Dad's two sisters and their families, and we'd sit around and talk, grill dogs and burgers, splash and play in the water, play volleyball, roast marshmallows, and then say our goodbyes until Christmas, and then we'd all head home. By the ripe old age of 15, I had grown tired of the ritual, and since I had been forced to come out, I adopted the attitude that day that I would make my parents sorry they made me come. We arrived, and my Dad made sure I carried something to the pavilion. I set the cooler down without saying a word, but my Aunt Linda said, "Hi, J! Happy belated birthday!" She sized up my tank-top and baggy trunks clad body and said, "Gosh! You've grown so MUCH since last year! And look at those MUSCLES!" I had gone out for freshman wrestling that previous year. I got my ass kicked every match, but the coach kept pushing me to practice hard. So, by the Summer I was pretty toned up, but really gangly. Whenever I look at pictures of me from that time, I just look like all arms and legs, with little patches of virgin hair popping out all over. So, even though she made a comment about my muscles, I still felt she was kind of making fun of me. And that just helped my attitude along... Then she said, "Carol and Tina are already in the water. Go say Hi." Since my Dad was approaching, and no doubt going to tell me I carried the cooler the wrong way, I made for the beach. As I walked slowly, Bethy and Tyler, my sister and brother, raced past me and into the water as far as they could go before it was too deep for them to run, and they both tripped headlong into the lake. They both resurfaced, sputtering and laughing, and Carol and Tina swam toward them. In the water I couldn't tell my two cousins apart. They both had brown hair, and both were in the water up to their necks. Carol was 14, Christina 12, the same age as Bethy. I kicked off my shoes and curled my toes in the wet sand. They called to me. "Come on out, J." My name is John...another stupid thing my parents did, giving me a name owned by 44% of the men in this country. So I shucked it in the 7th grade and made all my friends call me J. So by the age of 15, and even still today, the only people who call me John are my parents and my brother and sister. I said, "Nah, that's OK. I don't feel like swimming." Truth is, at the time our families got together so infrequently that the gatherings were very awkward for me. These people were family, but I felt like I was meeting them for the first time every time. I didn't feel like getting re-re- acquainted again. Then Carol said, "We're gonna come get you!!" I just shook my head. Then I could see her talking to Bethy and Tyler, and then all four of them fanned out and moved toward me. I just rolled my eyes and dared them to try. I sat on the log that lay there, and waited for them to come after me. My siblings fanned out farthest away from me, then next closest was Tina, and closest was Carol. Two years earlier, as the day ended, Carol tried to kiss me. Well, she DID kiss me. It was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, but she smashed her lips against mine and nearly broke my nose, and held on for about 10 seconds. She was 12, I was 13, and the family all thought it was a hoot. I was embarrassed to hell, but I was keenly aware that my cousin had a crush on me. The next year I didn't let her get near me. And now she was approaching again. Of course, now I was equipped with some slippery wrestling moves, so if she tried to grab me, I would be very elusive! So I stood there, trying to look cool and tough, grown-up and indifferent. When Carol got to the sand bar and stepped up out of the deeper water, my eyes almost fell out of my head! She was wearing a red bikini that, wet, clung very tightly to her young body and left nothing to the imagination! To this day I don't see how it is physically possible for a flat-chested, no-hip girl of 13 to develop into the full-chested, shapely bikini model she had become at 14! There was bounce and jiggle in her breasts that a 24 year- old would envy! As she approached, I could see her nipples hardening as the cool air hit the bikini fabric, and as the soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms clung tight, I could make out the intricate pattern of hairs on her pussy. I was mezmerized by the hard points of her nipples bouncing and jiggling against the wet bra, and I didn't notice she had gotten within reach until she said, "Hey, Stupid!" and grabbed my arm. Conditioned in wrestling for just such a move, I instinctively countered her move by diverting her arm around in front of her, turning her back to me, and engaging her in a half nelson. I did all this without really thinking about it, and suddenly, with a surprised "HEY" escaping her lips as she was twirled around, her back was against my chest, I was looking down the front of her body and onto those amazing tits, and her butt was mashed up against my crotch. She had to have noticed my cock against her ass cheeks. I have the kind of hard-on that sticks out rather than up, and it had reached full hardness within about four seconds! When her ass bumped into me, I felt it poke her for a brief moment, and then bend upward, flattening against my lower belly. Completely at a disadvantage, she playfully said, "Gotcha now!" and squirmed to get free, which resulted in her ass grinding exquisitely against my cock! I was afraid she was going to notice it, and that she would freak out about it, so I turned her loose and sprinted for the water, stripping off my tank top along the way. She and Tina chased after me, but Tyler and Bethy went back to the pavilion for snacks or something. Aunt Linda had a pool at her home, so the girls had always been very good swimmers. I, on the other hand, was a wrestler...and not really very good at that. So both Tina and Carol caught up to me very quickly, trying to splash me and dunk me. Tina stayed beyond my reach, preferring only to splash me with as much water as possible, but Carol kept coming in and climbing onto my shoulders, trying to force my head under water, but each time I countered her, and she wound up going under. One time I flipped her over my head and caught her in my arms, cradling her just on top of the water. One hand was under her legs, but the other was just under her armpit, my fingers resting on the side of her breast. It was amazing to look down at her in my arms, knowing my fingers were RIGHT THERE! Suddenly she wrapped her arms around my neck and flexed her stomach muscles up like a gymnast, and pulled my head down in another attempt to dunk me. My face hit high on her belly, with my cheek and ear pressed tightly against a breast. My hard-on raged the entire time we wrestled in the water, so when I countered her latest move, by pulling my hand out from under her back and forcing her head into the water, she released my neck. Her body was pressed against mine as she slid down the entire length of my body. Under water her face, breasts, then her belly, then her pussy all brushed against my rigid cock. She stayed under water for a few seconds, and the thought flashed through my mind very quickly: I was going to jerk off like a maniac that night! She came out of the water coughing and sputtering, with snot running out of her nose. "Are you all right?" I asked. She pressed her hair back on her head and nodded. "You surprised me with your...er, with that move," she said without looking directly at me. "Hey, let's take a break," I said as I swam back toward the far end of the beach where the boulders were. She climbed out of the water onto one of the boulders with a little help from me. I stood in the shallow water, leaning against her boulder. We made small talk, asking each other about favorite songs on the radio, trading stories about the evil teachers we had at school. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest with her arms around her knees. After a few minutes she shifted, leaning back a little and unfolding and refolding her legs to sit indian style. The move placed her knee right by my face, and gave me a straight shot to her crotch. I tried not to look because in the swim over to the boulder my hard-on had subsided. But I was 15, and there was a 14 year-old female crotch on display less than two feet away! And when I did steal a glance, it became a stare. The fabric of her bikini bottoms had slid off her butt cheek and lodged in the crack of her ass, and the legband had pulled away juuuuust a little, but enough that I could see darkness, and a couple wisps of pubic hair peeking out! I swear I could hear the sound like that of an inflated balloon being stretched and twisted as the blood returned to my dick instantly, tenting out the front of my trunks before I could take a breath! I cleared my throat and sat down, bringing the water up to my navel, and hiding my pre-dick-ament. The small talk continued, and she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I hadn't even been out on a date yet, but I didn't want to admit that to her, so I lied. "Yah." "What's her name?" My heart skipped a beat as I fished for a name, "Andrea Pierce," I blurted out, giving her the name of the girl that EVERY guy at my high school wanted to fuck. "Is she real pretty?" "Yah." No lie there! Carol paused for a moment. "You ever make out?" OK, so I'll go to hell... "Yup." "You ever feel her titties?" Carol's eyes were glowing. If I hadn't been staring off and on at her tits, I'd have sworn I was talking to a teenage guy! To try to break this question and answer phase, I tried, "Yah, I've done it all." Please stop asking me questions, now. But my prayer wasn't answered. She leaned forward, whispering now. "Really?! What's it like?" OK, NOW I was in WAY over my head! "Ummm, great. It's real cool. Awesome." "Does she like it?" OK, now my fictional prowess was being questioned. "Of course! When I'm home she can't keep her hands off me. My parents almost caught us once!" "Really." She seemed disinterested, and I began to think she no longer believed me. Why didn't I just say No to her first question? "Does she..." Carol swallowed and sorta looked around, "...does she ...suck your...thingie?" My eyes widened. I nodded, this time unable to perpetuate the lie with my lips. "How does she do it?" OH GOD! NOW WHAT DO I SAY?! I should have just said No the first time, and borne the shame of being a virgin at 15...Oh, the humiliation! But no, I had to be the tough guy. I had to be cool. I had to have...the ATTITUDE. I wanted to be bad, today, right? So what better way than to corrupt my innocent cousin's mind? I tried to recall every Forum letter I ever read in my friend Kenny's Dad's Penthouse collection that discussed the fine art of sucking cock. I took a deep breath. I had to sound like I knew what I was talking about. Had to talk tough. "Um... well... First she sorta licks it. I like her to lick just under the head, cuz that's where it feels the best," (I knew at least that much just from jerking off!). "Then she puts it in her mouth and sucks on it and licks on it, and she sorta bounces her head up and down on it until I come." Oh, yeah. Straight to hell. In a hand-basket! When I looked at Carol again, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had changed. She had been staring off onto the lake, but came back a few seconds after I finished. "Does stuff really shoot out of it?" OK. Something I actually KNOW. "Yes." "What's that feel like?" Another truth I could tell! "It's great! I could do it all day if I had the chance!" "No," she said. "The STUFF! What does the stuff feel like?" "Oh. Well, it's warm and sticky and..." She cut me off. "There's a boy at school that likes me, but I wanted to find out about it before I..." "Kids!! Hot dogs are done! Come on!" It was Aunt Linda calling from down the beach. And then Tina appeared on the boulder, behind Carol. "Let's go! Food!" I made sure Carol got up first and was several steps ahead of me before I got out of the water. As quickly as I could, I reached down into my trunks and pulled my swollen prick up into the waistband to hide it. Fortunately everyone was formed around the grill waiting for their hot dogs, their buns in hand, for walking behind Carol, her buns swaying back and forth five steps ahead of me, did nothing to quiet the rage going on in my trunks! Everyone was looking at their hot dog, so nobody noticed my sausage! I "wasn't hungry" until the hard-on was gone. Man, was I going to jerk off that night!! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /