When I was in my teens, I was sent away on vacation to my cousin's house.
Her mother was my father's sister. My cousin was a couple of years older,
and the cutest blonde, about 5'3", with small firm tits and a beautiful full
ass. I had met my cousin when we were about 10 and 12. Girls didn't mean
much to me at that age. My father and her mother had gotten along very badly,
and it wasn't until my grandmother died a few years later that we saw that
side of the family. My aunt was trying to stay in good with my father; by
then I was about 15, and I guess that's when the idea of my visiting her
family came up. It was Summer, and their house was south of New York City.
The idea was actually insane. The French, who have more sense about some
things, say that "Cousinage, c'est une dangereux voisinage", but our parents
didn't quite get the idea. Or maybe her mother did. Anyway, her name was
Louisa, and we got friendly quite fast. At her parents' house, we started
out by sitting on the side porch, where it was dark. There was a window behind
the couch, and I guess her father thought that if we could see him, that
was 'chaperonage' enough. Her parents would play cards, and we'd listen to
the radio. Louisa wore very tight shorts, and as she was a champion runner
in her high school, they just barely managed to cover a beautiful muscular
little rump. We'd sit at either end of the couch, and she'd put her feet
in my lap. After a few nights I noticed that her shoes weren't on any more,
and that her bare feet had been comfortably positioned right where they would
have the most effect. I had a teenager's instant erection, which bothered
me until I realized it didn't bother her a bit. I was scheduled to be there
for two weeks, so her feet were all I got for a few nights, and I went to
bed sore but very happy, and very much in love. Sleeping in the same room
as her young brother, I was afraid to start masturbation, and had to wait
until my shower the next morning.
One night her father took us to dinner...her brother and sister, Louisa and
I. Her sister, Karen, sat in front with her Dad, and Louisa and I sat in
back with her brother, who was eight or nine. She turned away from him as
if to go to sleep on my shoulder; but instead she put her hand on my erection
and began to massage it. My right hand was around her shoulders. It was a
long trip, and her brother fell asleep. I moved my hand carefully down her
back, and when I came to her bottom, she lifted it a little so I could get
my fingers underneath. My fingers searched under the elastic of her panties
and into the crack of her buttocks. As I moved down, I found a little mound
of muscle; and before I could pull away, she gasped and clutched my crotch
hard. I could only guess that where my finger had stopped felt good to her,
so I pressed in the middle of the little mound and found the tip of my finger
going into her ass. She gasped again, I pressed a little more, and ended
up with the end joint of my middle finger trapped in her asshole. I knew
enough about girls, although not in that particular spot, to work my finger
in and out, and each time I did she breathed harder and clutched my crotch
harder. I felt like starting a masturbation session right there! I expected
her father to notice that we were getting pretty entangled, or her brother
to wake up and ask what we were doing, but it was dark in the back seat,
the car just continued along and my finger went deeper and deeper into Louisa's
slippery hole, and each time I wiggled it in the tight little place, I could
feel the muscles in her buttocks and abdomen convulse. I kept doing what
I was doing, and so did she, and after a few more blissful miles my penis
was bursting and it finally erupted in jets inside my underpants. This led
me to redouble my efforts in her asshole, and her ass and belly convulsed
in a way that was unmistakably an orgasm. Finally, we could relax and breathe
again. Her brother showed signs of waking up, and I recognized the streets
near her home, so I pulled my finger out (her anal muscle seemed to grip
it tighter) and took my hand out of her panties. When we went in the house,
Louisa was dreamy-eyed; and as we went in the kitchen for some milk and cookies,
she gave me one open-mouthed kiss that still stays with me. Our relationship
developed rapidly after that, and lasted a long time. I took many car trips
from college to New York She wanted to marry, and said that her mother wanted
it too; but our religion almost entirely prohibited marriage between first
cousins. By the time it was over, 15 years later, we had done everything
that two experienced perverts could have thought of, but we didn't think
of ourselves that way; rather babes in the woods, and I think the people
who knew us thought the same. I have used the memories for my own masturbation
for years. The frequent masturbation thoughts can make it all so vivid, like
it was yesterday.
