Kissin Cousins
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Author: Anon
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[edit] 1
I spent a month with my cousin Kevin two years ago. I was thirteen and he was fifteen. We messed around a lot, even though Kevin was one of those super manly kids, already trimming his goatee and shadow of a moustache and I was a skinny whelp of a kid. I was at the beginning of purity, he was right in the heat of it. He made the moves and I loved it.
I live in New York City, Kevin lives in South Hampton. My uncle, his father, is pretty rich. Their house seems like a mansion to me. My dad, his brother, has been dead for many years and Uncle Alex takes an interest in me. My Mom says, "Bailey, if you keep up your school work like you have been doing, that Uncle Alex will support me through college.
Well, here it is, summer and I am on the Long Island Railroad, heading out to South Hampton where Kevin's family spends the summer. I haven't seen him since that last time, except for a fleeting glimpse at his maternal grandmothers funeral. He was in the first row in church looking pale, alongside his Dad and Mom. I think he really liked his Grandma. He was much taller than I remembered, and looked bulkier and more whiskery. He locked eyes with me for a moment and faintly pointed his index finger at me as if to say "Hey." I felt my heart beating and had trouble breathing, all the kiddy passion we had shared two years ago came flooding back to me and housed itself in my new fifteen year old body. Of coure he was seventeen now, practically a man, ready to enter college this fall.
He met me at the station. That was nice. He was dressed in longish white linen shorts and a white polo shirt-very Hampton. But his appearance was a surprise. He looked like a twenty-year old uncle meeting his young nephew. He smiled his patented crooked smile that crinkled up his eyes to almost full closing. I bet he ought not drive a car and smile at the same time, it could be dangerous. I dragged my suitcase and came close to him my smile breaking my face. I just have no control. He took me in an athlete's embrace. You've seen it, you've experienced it. The face is help way away from you, the body allows six inches apart and the your back is lightly patted the regulation three times.
He was an athlete. Water polo. That most strenuous of all sports. Kevin said, feeling his arm muscle, "It uses more strength and energy per minute than any other sport." I thought that maybe weight lifting was more but I kept quiet. I was not going to jeopardize those hot moments in bed at night.
He appraised me like a grown up. "You're a little taller. About five seven maybe." He was now about six feet one inch he told me immediately afterward.
My puberty was slow. I grew slowly, those famous secondary sexual characteristics were shy in showing up. I did have a nice bush around my penis, there was a sparse show of black fine hair on my lower legs. Lots of underwarm hair but nothing on my chest or face that still looked thirteen.
"We're going to share a room, like the old days, but the folks took out the old double bed and we have twins there."
The 'old days', two years ago. As I told you, I was thirteen and Kevin fifteen. We were worlds apart in sexuality. I was still short, almost no body hair, my voice just beginning to thicken. I was madly in lust for Kevin and his lusty fifteen year old hormones sensed it and he took full use of me to slack his teenage thirst for sex.
At night, sleeping together in one bed, he would ignore if I was sleeping or not and would lean over and kiss me softly, then passionately, his organ sticking me in the side. He would take my hand and put it on his pulsing cock and move it to teach me to wank him. He never put his hand on me and most of the time I was so entranced with him that I would get off my small bit of cum leaking onto my chest. He would quickly fall asleep, his adolescent snores feeling the quiet night. I loved every minute and recounted it until I fell asleep.
When I said my hellos to my Aunt and Uncle, Kevin said, "You know where it is. I'm going to practice. I'll see you in before dinner."
I went up to the room. It smelled like Kevin, half sweaty and half Kevin's special odor, tangy and sweet. I knew which was my bed because the other one was strewn with his clothes, jock strap, underwear and tee shirts. I went close. The pile really was a little strong, especially the jock strap that had shit and pee stains. For a minute I was going to steal it but I thought better.
I unpacked, squeezed my stuff into the closet, the drawers were full so I left the rest in my suitcase. I changed into shorts and a tee shirt and came downstairs. A little lunch was underway and I stuffed myself with cold cuts and lemonade. Uncle Alex quizzed me about school, checking on his future investment. But to be fair, he had directed money to my Mom whenever he thought there was a need.
He said to me, when I pushed back my chair. "Why don't you walk down to the beach? The practice pool is right on the left.
I found Kevin and the rest of the team, shouting and trying out different plays. It was thrilling to see his broad shoulders and swelling arm muscle above the water line as he made passes and shots. I could see a small fine growth of hair, his light brown color on his upper chest and outlining his pecs. It made me dizzy. He waved to me, exposing his thick underarm hair. Two of the boys glanced over at me. I wondered if he had ever discussed our messing around back then.
I sat on a step in the viewing stand. The shouts began to recede from my consciousness and I think I fell asleep or at least zoned out. Suddenly I felt Kevin's cool wet hand on my shoulder. Gee his hand was as big as a catcher's mit. "Time to go home kiddo," he said, smiling at me indulgently.
That night, Kevin was out with his friends. He now had his own car inherited from his Dad. I showered and slipped into bed. It was about ten o'clock. I woke up as Kevin came into the room, stumbled over my suitcase, exclaimed, "Shit, fuck." And sat on his bed. We were only about a foot and a half apart. I could smell his beery breath. He seemed to be gathering himself together, passing his hand over his crew cut hair. At last he got up, stripped naked and headed for the john. He muscular ass was in full view from the bright moonlight coming in. He returned, now his front view was presented. His long cock swayed as he walked and I could make out the line of hair which traveled from his navel to his public hair that spread out from hip bone to hip bone. I wondered if I would ever be that hairy.
He sat back on the bed and then he fell back onto his pillow, almost in a pass out. In a moment I could hear his strong breathing that gradually turned into soft snores.
I was as hard as a rock. I was dying to jerk off but I was afraid to mess up the bed and make noise. I just tried not to think about it. This was not going to be the best month vacation. Kevin was busy with his teammates. No doubt I was a pain in the butt, his kid cousin hanging around. I began to feel very sorry for myself, tears formed in my eyes and before I knew it I was sobbing and hiccupping in self-pity.
Even thought Kevin had been drinking, my crying was loud enough to wake him. He sat up. "Whatzup Bailey? You okay? Are you sick? I think I heard you crying. Is it something I did?"
He got out of bed and came over to my bed. He put his arms around me and held me close. "Are you crying because that kid stuff we did is over? I'm older now. I go out of dates with girls. I've been laid three times. You understand the difference don't you?"
I kept my face averted. My crying had ended. I was just happy to feel Kevin's tan muscular arms around me. He smelled so great, like a man smells. He said nothing, I said nothing. We stayed like that at least two minutes, then he cupped my chin. "You are like a girl, your skin is so white and soft and your long eyelashes and soft mouth. It makes me remember. Can I kiss you, just for old time sake but not a start of the old stuff?"
I turned toward him. His full lips pressed on mine. In a moment I was lost in his kissing. He repeatedly pressed and relaxed. My head was spinning. I hesitantly extended my tongue. That seemed to be a signal for him to become very passionate. He opened his mouth and kissed me hard, pressing his entire body to mine. I could feel his big cock against my side, leaving a trail of dampness.
I thought it would be like the old days, that he would take my hand and have me stimulate him to orgasm but this time he reached out and took my penis in his hand and just held it. I began rocking my hips, trying to feel rubbing against his hand. He tightened his grip and began stoking me. I moaned loudly. "That's so good."
He kissed my temple. "Enjoy it kid. It's one time only."
I began to pant. "I am close to coming. What should I do?"
"Fire when ready Gridley. I'll catch it in my hand."
I began to thrust and let out a choking sound. My cock burst forward a torrent of cum. He caught it. When I could see again there he was holding his full right hand. "What should I do?" he asked.
I took the hand and licked it clean. He laughed. "You dirty dog. But you are sweet and cute. I'll try to spend more time with you."
While he made it seem that this sort of sex we had was not to continue, I felt that once we had broken the ice that there would be more and sure enough, the next night he came in real late. He was sober but angry. I could tell but the way he tossed his shoes across the room. I think he forgot I was even there. But suddenly, as I sat up in bed, he calmed down. "Sorry Bailey. I'm just pissed at Ginny. She was supposed to be my friend with benefits, suddenly no dice. She won't even consider a hand job. One of her bitch friends told her she is getting the short end and she has cut down everything. I was getting some oral and hand work, now nothing."
He came and sat on my bed. "You find out, when you are my age that once you get in the sex grove you just can't just turn it off. I am hurtin' from getting stimulated then cut off." He stroked my check. It occurred to me that he was continuing his date but I was now his partner. "What say we take our stuff a level higher? Remember you did once try the oral routine and I think you liked it. I know I did." He laughed with a snicker. Then he slipped off his pants and underwear and put his warm hand on the back of my neck. He pushed gently until my face was in his lap. His cock was big and it was hard. I could smell his cheese slightly, probably warmed up from the unsuccessful session with his Ginny. He rubbed his cock against my lips. "Open up babe, I want your lips around it."
I was beginning to slide into a sex trance, my breathing becoming raspy.
"You want it. You know you do. Look your all sexed up already. Give in to the Kevin cock."
I signed loudly as I was conquered. I opened my lips and took the head in. It was leaking a lot of pre-cum. I remembered that he always pre-cumed as much as some guys would cum. I licked it. It was surprisingly sweet. He firmed his hand on my neck. I opened further, feeling a little resentful, feeling used like a sex toy but half of me was thrilled to be in this intimate situation with my love object. He slid much deeper. I gagged slightly and pulled back. "Take it easy Bailey. No hurry. Remember you used to take it right down into your throat. Of course I was smaller then, ha."
Gradually, quarter inch at a time I moved until my nose was against his smelly pubes, smelling of sweat and maybe piss. When he was lodged in my throat and I began swallowing he was transfixed. "Oh, oh, that's so hot. I'm been on the verge all night. I don't think I can hold on. Jenny never swallows but I want you to. That's the hottest thing and I will be real happy if you do."
He began to thrust, fucking my mouth and wailing his passion. I was out of my mind with the pleasure of creating such a reaction in him. But suddenly he stopped. I felt his cock expanding, and then he shot an enormous volley of cum into my throat followed by two more. I took it all. At last he stopped and began to soften slightly. I continued to nurse his cock but he pushed against my chin. "Stop, I can't stand it after I cum. Thanks Bailey. That was the best of my life. You are a real pal." He got up shakily and fell into his bed, falling asleep even before his head hit the pillow.
Although I was used tonight, I felt we had reached a new plateau and I had some power over him and maybe I will be able to get more out of our little escapades.
End of Part One. Bailey meets Kevin's cousin on his mother's side and
things heat up.
[edit] 2
"Hey dawg," called Kevin as he entered the house about eight in the AM as I was eating a pickup breakfast, standing over the sink. "Yu know mommy and daddy will be away all day sailing of the Bluestone's Yacht. I thought it would be a good day to get into trouble. I invited Andy over and he is bringing a dime bag with him."
"Marijuana?" I asked.
"Yes little cousin. You are going to float like a butterfly. Incidentally, Andy is your cousin. I mean he is my cousin on my mom's side so he is something to you."
Kevin scrounged around the fridge and put together a sort of late breakfast of peanut butter and cold bacon. We sat around on the front porch waiting for Andy. He arrived about a hour later. I remembered him from the polo practice. He was tall and skinny, very blond, maybe from a bottle. He was very fast mover and I guess that was why they kept him on the team. He certainly didn't look strong. Kevin told me that he was about a year older than me, so at sixteen he was right between us in age. He mounted the steps to the porch and smiled at me. "Do you're Bailey, the friendly cousin." He appraised me somewhat rudely including my bulge, smacked his lips and said, "I am thirsty," and stared at my crotch.
I pretended to take him seriously. "Lemonade, coke, maybe for you milk?"
He laughed seeing I was wise to his innuendoes.
Kevin asked if he had the stuff. He patted his tee pocket. "Gooddo," Kevin said. "Let's adjourn to my bedroom gentlemen."
We all trooped upstairs. Kevin sat on the bed. "I'm going to roll a few so we don't have to stop our "activity." He turned to me, "Have you ever smoked weed?"
"No, but I'm up for it.'
When he had four joints rolls lying on the night table, he lit up and held a match for us.
I watched Andy and Kevin and imitated their way of taking in a bunch of smoke and holding it and finally with a grunt, blow it out. The first puff made me cough and that made the others laugh a long time. I didn't think that was so funny. I took another drag. This was smoother. Kevin and Andy looked like a bad job from Photo Mart. "Why you guys look funny?"
They went into that laughing again. "Boy, we look fine, it's just your high is giving you a distorted focus."
"Distorted focus." That was funny. I doubled up in laughter. "Focus, you mean fuck us." And fell to the floor and rolled around in hysteria.
"He's stoned out of his mind," Kevin giggled to Andy. Andy didn't respond. He seemed to be in his own world. Then he turned to me, "Bailey. Do you find that this drug makes you horny, I mean horny beyond belief?"
"Now that you mention it, I have a stiff cock and I didn't have it when I came in." That seemed to throw all of us into gales of laughing.
"Look at my cock," said Kevin, opening his fly and pulling out his reddened cock. "It's even dripping a little. Tell you what slaves. I'm going to get undressed. I mean take my clothes off." (That made Andy giggle uncontrollably.) "And you too get naked too, hear?"
We all got to work, high as we were, laboriously removing our clothing. Finally Kevin rested on his bed, his back against the headboard, his rampant organ standing in the air. Andy stood in front of me his hands covering his cock. I grabbed his hands and took a look. He had great big balls in a round sack like a baseball, but his cock was slim and small, it was erected at about five inches. He was as cute as a button though, pure hairless smooth glossy skin, nice strong upper legs from sports. He looked admiringly at my generous stuff.
"Okay boys, enough looking at yourselves. You have a mission to accomplish. Get on your knees, one on each side and began licking and pleasuring me. After all this is my house and I rolled the joints."
Andy and I smiled at each other. We didn't feel used, this was a delicious game. We were in control. We would turn the big guy into a blithering idiot with our ministrations on his giant upstanding cock. We leaned toward each, each sticking out our tongues. I took a nice long lick on the shaft, from root to head. Andy copied. We smiled at each other like two kids playing in the mud. I took a upward glance at Kevin. He had a small version of his crooked smile. He eyes were closed. He looked like he was in happy land. Andy whispered, "I'll take the high road, you can take his balls. Later we can switch."
Andy took Devin's still sheathed head and pushed it back with his lips. Kevin made a grunt sound. "Kevy likes it," I said and got busy on his great sack of balls. It was hairless and wrinkled but as his excitement grew, his ball sack smoothed out and the whole thing rose higher toward the bottom of his cock. "Fuck that's too good," Kevin opined. He was generous to begin to pay some attention to his pleasurers. He reached out and flicked out tits. Andy and I groaned in appreciation. I reached out a free hand and grasped Andy's smooth cock. He made appreciative sounds and returned the favor.
I began sucking Kevin's balls, one and then the other. They had risen so far up that I ended up licking on each side of his phallus. There I encountered Andy who had now taken the whole cock into his mouth and was sliding up and down. As yet he had not deep throated it. Maybe he wasn't a deep throater. He tapped me on the shoulder. "Let's switch." Once Andy got down to the lower work he was in his element. He licked the area under the scotum and then made his tongue into a little wet cock and pushed it into Kevin's asshole. Kevin stiffened and moaned. I allowed his cock to enter my throat and swallowed rapidly while licking the bottom. Kevin was crowing and cooing and singing his impending cum. Andy and I stopped what we were doing and both put our hands on the wet cock shaft which was pulled tight from the ultimate erection and now the big balls had climbed up until the rested on either side of the shaft. Kevin was out of his mind, almost talking in tongues. Andy and I grasped different parts of his cock and began to slide up and down. Kevin was crooning in a high voice and suddenly he shouted, "Here it comes, good jeezus it's fucking coming." He began to spew like a fire hose. The first spurt was more like a small spray, then the second one was the biggest of all, thick and propelled over Kevin's shoulder. He kept calling "Oh, Oh, OH" as the shooting continued. His eyes were open wide but not seeing. His mouth was set into a moue of ecstasy. We let all the spooge fall on our victim and then Andy put out his tongue and nodded at me. We both fell to licking him clean.
He was really shot after all that. He lay there. Andy said, "Let the big guy rest. Now it's your turn to get fun." He got on his knees, then fell forward on his elbows exposing his handsome ass to me. I didn't need any hints. I went on my knees behind him and put my cock into his waiting, pulsating hole. I slipped in after a hard push. He howled in surprise and then we settled down to what I would describe as a companionable fuck. It was slow at first and gradually picked up speed. We were both moaning in pleasure then Andy said wait, don't cum yet. Let me turn so we can see each other. I sat with my legs extended and Andy faced me, settling down on my cock. "Ooh," he said, "You're hitting me in a better place. It's also too good to stand it." We leaned in and kissed, tonguing each other's mouths, breathing heavily into each other. I could feel his stiff cock between us twitching. "I'm close to cumming. How are you?" I told him to let it rip, as soon as he begins to cum that I would join him."
I could feel his trunk thrusting and he howled as his cock spew about a pint of milk between us. "Okay, here I g-o-o-o," I shouted and relaxed my groin muscles and let my cock shoot into Andy's insides.
By this time Kevin was watching us, now alert. "You guys are so hot. I think I enjoyed watching you as much as getting off with you two." We looked at him dubiously, "Well may not as much."
We all laughed. We decided to put on swim trunks and go down to the beach. We felt really close having shared a deep intimacy. I told them sadly that the month would be up in two days. "You guys will just have to make do with each other."
End