Best Friends, Lovers, Cousins

This story is for adults only (that means you need to be at least 18 years old). If you’re under 18, well, you’re reading this at your own risk. You’ve been warned.

This story contains erotic material. I can’t be held responsible for what you do while you read it. I do hope you enjoy it however. It also contains depictions of sexual acts between minors. It is, of course, entirely a work of a vivid imagination. This story is completely fictional and intended for your own reading…eh-hum…pleasure!

_____________________________________________________________________

Best Friends, Lovers, Cousins

m/f, kissing, masturbation, 1st time

I was four months away from turning thirteen years old. Adolescence. Puberty was in full stride within me. Voice changes. Hair was starting to grow in places other than my head. I grew over three inches that summer at the end of my twelfth year. Mom couldn’t keep me in new jeans long enough to barely require laundering.

And THE CHANGE came with all this.

I don’t remember when I had my first erection. I just remember that once they started, it was as if they had a mind of their own. I never knew when one would, pardon the pun, “pop up.” Middle of the night was almost a given. My friend’s older brother called these “morning wood.” I had no clue what that meant, but didn’t matter. I had them. All the time, it seemed. Then there were the embarrassing ones that I’d get…in the middle of math class…or choir…or study hall! I’m sitting there, concentrating on the subject at hand and “BANG!” – the bulge in my pants was there and I was praying hard that I would be able to “think it away” before I had to stand up. Uncontrollable! Yikes!

Girls were still an anomaly to me. I mean, sure, I noticed them. And yes, they too were changing as well. Rounder and softer looking. Sometimes this would give me a boner, but since I had yet to see a naked girl or even photos of them (beyond the cut version in my biology book or of natives in “deepest, darkest Africa” in the school encyclopedias), I didn’t realize why just seeing the developing girls at school would do this to me. I was naive and my parents had never had “THE TALK” with me (nor would they; my god, that would be far too embarrassing for all of us).

Shortly after the erections began, I began to notice that, when the skin around my penis would feel itchy because of the hardness of things, I’d start scratching and, well, it just felt really good. So good, in fact, that one night I kept lightly scratching and rubbing it in my hand. When I’d rub the very tip, man, oh, man, did that feel great. This went on for a couple weeks: just making myself feel really good, but nothing else…yet.

Then “THE NIGHT” happened. I was laying in bed. It was well after midnight. I’d had a serious case of “itchy ball sack” and was really going at it to relieve my “suffering.” All the scratching really made my penis hard, so I started in on the rubbing. I’d just hold my hand around it, rub it up and down, concentrating on the tip and slowly bringing my hand downward, then back up again. I tried something different that night, though. I took my other hand, pressed down on my balls so that my penis would stand up straight from my abdomen, pulling the flesh tight on the shaft. Then, I’d use my other hand, and just barely squeezing it, rub up and down ever so slowly. The pleasure I was feeling was unlike my first few feeble attempts. And it kept building.

Now remember: I’d had no education about such matters. Nada. Zippo. I had no idea that what I was doing was going to lead to something more than just the pleasure I knew so far.

So, after lightly stroking myself for about 20-30 minutes and really enjoying it, I noticed the sensation was getting even better than ever before. When it reached its peak (orgasm was not in my vocabulary yet), globs of something started shooting out of the end of my penis. They landed on my chest and stomach; the remaining wads running down over my hand. I remember vividly feeling so amazing and so scared at the same time. I got to my bathroom as quickly as I could and saw this milky white stuff all over me. Washing up and drying off, I thought, “What have I done?” I went to bed, recalling the incredible feelings, but also the tremendous confusion going through me.

A few nights later, boner in hand, I thought I’d try it again. The “fear” of confusion gone, I held my balls tight with one hand, lightly stroked my penis with my right hand and waited. After about 20-25 minutes, it was building up again. This time I knew what might be coming (I knew not it was called “cumming” until much later) and was somewhat ready, as well as looking forward to it. After all, isn’t that why we all masturbate? And come it did. Once again, after about three days, the first wad of gooey substance shot out of the end of my penis. I had the light in my room on this time. I wanted to see what the hell was going on. The second, third and fourth globs shot eight to ten inches in the air and landed on my flat belly again, accumulating in my navel. The final couple of blasts flowed over my hand. Tissues were available this time (I wasn’t going to risk dribbling stuff on the floor between my room and the bathroom).

As the weeks wore on, I did this about once or twice a week. Only later did I realize I might have been on the low end of average for a boy my age!

Thanks for reading this far, but it has all been preliminary to get to the story I want to tell you.

*********************

It was early August. I’d turn thirteen in two months time. We lived out in the country with a great deal of timberland all around our house. I would explore these ravines and timbers for hours on weekends, letting them lead me through wooded areas until I reached the large river about three to four miles from our house. It was truly beautiful, as well as greatly fulfilling for a young, nearly-teen boy.

I also had cousins, who would come visit us several times during the summer months, from the “big city” about a forty-minute drive south of us. My aunt had seven kids, two of whom were considerably older than I, one (male) the age of my sister (two years my senior), and four more younger than me. Ruth was just four months my junior. At the time, I thought she was drop-dead gorgeous, despite the slightly geeky, awkward stage all pre-adolescent kids go through. She was just about the same height as me (she hit her growth spurts that summer as well). Long and lanky, is how my mom described her, having lost all her “baby fat” and little kid chubbiness in her growth. The one feature that drew me, however, was her hair. Long, straight, dark brown, and running down her back to the middle of her butt. I had a thing for long, long hair and she had it in spades. At the time, before that summer, we were cousins and just good friends. That was about to change.

The Saturday Ruth’s family showed up was a bit of a surprise. Long before the days of smart phones, text messaging and instant communication, the clan just appeared in our driveway unannounced. Our family had kind of an open-door practice, so we recovered quickly and welcomed one and all in. After about the first half an hour of everyone kind of catching up, I asked Ruth if she wanted to go outside, away from all the rest of the commotion. She was more than willing, especially with her three younger siblings clambering all over the place.

Ruth and I wandered around the house and yard for a bit before I asked if she’d like to walk in the woods. With an strong “yes”, we headed off. I knew the various paths quite well and took one of the ones I knew but didn’t get used by very many other people.

It was great. In the shade of all the trees, down in the lowest parts of the ravines, near the creek, we enjoyed the cooler air as well as the peace and quiet. We talked while we walked. Not about anything significant; just home and siblings and school and summer and the upcoming year of school (both of us would begin junior high that fall), along with the usual trauma and anxiety middle school caused most every young teen.

Having meandered and strolled, climbing up some small hills, descending down steeper paths back to the creek bed, we realized we might finally need a break. We figured we’d been gone for about thirty minutes, though neither of us had a watch. I knew just the place up ahead.

It was perfect: a switchback in the stream had worn a large hollow in the side of the ravine. It wasn’t really a cave, but it went back several feet from the creek’s edge, had a nice sandy floor, and you could almost stand up completely without banging your head on the ceiling. Perfect, as I said. We waded through the water, set our shoes on the sandy floor, sat next to each other and breathed a sigh of relief. About 10º cooler than even the lower parts of the ravine, we were getting refreshed quickly.

“Thank you for this,” said Ruth.

“You’re welcome. It’s a great spot, isn’t it?” I asked.

“It’s better than great; it’s superb. I love it. I wish I had something like this near our home so I could get away once in a while.”

“Yeah, I suppose your house gets a little loud,” almost regretting my words as soon as I said them. Our family was only half the size of hers and I knew it also made for some other hardships.

She didn’t take it badly at all. “Yes, it sure does. I don’t mind. I love everyone in our family. But there are times, I just need to be alone. I share a room with my two younger sisters, you know.”

“Wow, that’s really considerate of you.”

“Well, we don’t have much choice. So it just makes having some ‘down time” to yourself almost impossible.”

“Hadn’t thought of that, I guess. I’ve had my own room for about six years now. Well, I know you must handle it really well. You’re one of the most thoughtful, considerate and beautiful people I know.” Oh man, I did it again! My mouth went where my mind had said not to go.

“Oh, thanks. You’re too kind,” replied Ruth. And with that, she leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I quickly blushed a bit, as did she, when I snuck a peek over at her.

“No, seriously; you really are beautiful. Not just pretty; I mean beautiful. Your hair especially. I adore your hair.”

Ruth, trying to be polite, said, “Thanks. It’s kind of a pain sometimes.”

“I can’t imagine. You must have to wash it and brush it a lot.”

“It’s okay; probably about twice a week. And mom always tells me to brush it using one hundred strokes every night before I go to bed.”

“You’re kidding! One hundred? That must take forever.”

“You get used to it after a while.”

“Well, don’t ever get it cut. I love it.”

“Thanks,” she nearly whispered, and without hesitation, leaned over once again and kissed me on the cheek. This time, though, she lingered a moment longer.

I didn’t blush this time. But I did noticed something else. Spontaneous erection time had just struck. I sat up a bit straighter and crossed my legs in front of me, hoping this would make my hard-on go away or, at the least, invisible to Ruth.

“Kevin.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl. I mean really kissed a girl, like you meant it.”

“Nope, never have. Don’t know when that’ll happen. I don’t even have a girlfriend at school.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend either, but it’s not that big a deal…I guess. Although, the way some of the girls at school talk, you’d think I was the only girl in class not to have a boyfriend or anything.”

“Ah, don’t let’em get to you. The boys at your school must be blind or ignorant if they haven’t asked you to go with them yet,” I responded, hoping to build her confidence a bit.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. But there are times I wonder what it would be like to just kiss a boy.”

“Really? I mean, oh, sure.” Now I was fumbling for words. I didn’t know where this was going or how to take it in any direction.

“Girls talk about it all the time and say it’s the coolest thing. But I don’t know; how good can it be? You’re just touching lips with some boy.” I could tell Ruth was trying to convince herself now. “I don’t know; what do you think?”

“I guess it could be good, but other than my mom and grandma, I’ve never kissed a girl or woman. And I don’t think about it much. And rest assured, guys don’t talk about it like that.”

I glanced at Ruth. She was holding her head down a bit, her magnificent hair hung like a veil over her face so I couldn’t really see her. I knew she was thinking though. It was silent. All you could hear was the creek out in front of us and some birds chirping in nearby trees.

“Kevin, can I ask you something. Something kinda personal?”

“Sure, Ruth; anything. Go ahead.”

“Well, I know we’re cousins and all, and you and I are closer than anyone else in our two families…” she paused.

“Yeah?” I said, but it was really a question urging her to go on.

“Well, you said you’d never kissed a girl…”

“Right.”

“And I’ve never kissed a guy either…”

I was naive but my mind was racing and catching up quickly where this might be heading.

“Well, uh, I was wondering if you’d let me kiss you, just to see what it’s like.” These last few words came out so fast they were almost one word. I knew she was a bit bewildered how to make such a request other than just get it out there as quickly as possible.

“Oh. I, uh, I mean… sure.” Well, that was about as awkward a reply as was ever uttered.

“Really? I mean, are you sure it wouldn’t be too weird? We ARE cousins, after all.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re brother and sister, though. So, yes, I think I’d really like that.”

I’d barely turned my head to face her and get ready when she touched her lips to mine. As fast as it started, it ended. She pulled back, held her head down again and I just stared at her. I knew I didn’t love her. She was my cousin. Plus, I’d never had a girlfriend. What did I know about love, anyway. But whatever was coursing through me that moment was strong. And yes, the bulge in my pants was really there now. It was so hard it almost hurt.

“Well, that was quick!” I said with a smile. “Are you sure it really happened?”

She looked up at me, her lovely dark brown hair falling away from her face as she did. When she saw the smile on my face, she smiled too, realizing I was teasing her just a bit.

“Yeah, I know. I knew I just had to do it and get it done or I would have chickened out.”

“Oh. Why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess. I just think since it was the first time, I had to do it and get it over.”

“I’ll buy that,” I said. “But now that the first awkward time is done, I think we should try again and see if it might be a bit better this time.”

“Oh, do you think so?” Her response was so quick and with the enthusiasm that told me all I needed to know.

“I do. So let me start it this time.” And with that leaned over toward her. She lifted her face to mine. Both our eyes were open when our lips touched. We didn’t really know to pucker much, so it was lips touching but not doing much. And with eyes open, it just was, well, weird.

She pulled back, but only just a little. Still looking me in the eye, she said, “I think we should close our eyes. I think that’s how it’s supposed to work and maybe it won’t seem so strange.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” And we leaned toward each other again. Just as our lips began to touch, we both closed our eyes. This time, we lingered a bit, our lips starting to conform to the other just a tad more than the first two clumsy attempts. When it was over I said, “There. That was much better.”

Ruth’s face was lightly flushed, but she looked straight into my eyes and replied, “Yes. Yes, it was. But I don’t think we have it perfected yet.”

“So you’re going for perfect then?” Smiling broadly even as I said it.

“Yes. You ought to learn I am a perfectionist!”

This time we held the kiss much longer. Our lips seemed to conform to the other’s. And just near the end, before I could tell she was about to break it off, I parted mine just slightly and touched her lips with my tongue. I don’t know why I did it, but it just seemed the thing to do.

As I opened my eyes, hers were open wide. Not in fright. More in wonder, I think.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“What you did there, at the end?”

“Oh, that. I think I slipped my tongue toward your mouth a bit.”

“Yeah. I thought so.”

“I’m sorry if it grossed you out or something.”

“No, not at all. It was…well, I don’t know what it was like. It was definitely nice though.”

Deciding to push my luck, I asked, “So, you’re saying you’d like to try this one more time?”

“I would. Yes, I’d like that very much.”

As our faces drew near and our lips came into contact with each other’s, I reached my hand up to her delightfully silky, long hair and used my fingers to brush some of it behind her ear. Then my hand stayed there, on the back of her head, drawing her even closer into me. I felt her lips part just as mine were about to do the same. Our tongues touched. And it was like, well, I suppose like when you get a static electricity shock in the dry of winter time…just without the unpleasant pain that comes with that shock. This kiss lasted for several seconds, but how many, I have no idea. I just know when our lips parted from each other, we were both just a bit breathless.

I don’t know what I was feeling in my body, but it was really great. And yes, that problem I’d been trying to hide was definitely not going away with all this activity. I struggled to keep the bulge in my jeans concealed as best I could.

Ruth was the first to break the silence. “Wow! I had no idea it would be like this.”

“Me either,” I said with all the intelligence of a dodo bird. “If you hadn’t told me different, I would have thought you’d been doing this for a while.”

“No, no way. This is the very first. Trust me.”

“I do. I’m not trying to give you hard time. It’s just that you’re amazing.”

“Well, I thought it was all you. You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” I said, and leaned back with my arms behind me, trying to bask in the glow of all this excitement. As I did this, I forgot completely about what I was trying so hard to hide. When it hit me, many seconds later, I quickly sat up and looked at Ruth. She had been staring right at my crotch. There was no way she could have missed what was going on down there. No way.

She saw me looking at her and immediately dropped her head again. She did that a lot. And it turned me on even more. I loved it. It made her hair hang down around her like a veil.

“Ruth,” I murmured. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. I was told never to stare and that’s exactly what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. Thanks. But can I ask you something?”

Not sure what it might be, I reluctantly said she could.

“I know these kisses have been great. They feel really good, making me all tingly inside. But I’m wondering what they’re doing to you. I mean, what is going on…down there?”

There it was. The secret was out and not hidden. Drat it all! How could I have let that lump show so blatantly? It’s almost like I was trying to show it off, but not really. Crap! Well, might as well face it, hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

“Um, well, I’ve been learning over that past few months that with all the changes I’m going through, there are certain things…certain parts of me… that I just can’t, well, control. They kinda do their own thing, you know what I mean?”

She peeked through the veil of her hair, shrugged her shoulders and said, “I think so…but not really. You know dad died two years ago and mom’s done her best, but telling about what each of us is going through physically at this time of our lives is definitely not anything she’s talked about.”

“Yeah, same here. It’s like mom and dad want to say something, but then they get all tongue-tied embarrassed and ashamed. I don’t have a lot of friends at school, so I can’t just start asking around and say, ‘Hey, why am I getting boners all the time?’ Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that!”

Her head was down further now, but I thought I noticed her shoulders shaking just a bit.

“Great,” I thought to myself. Now she’s gonna cry, go running off back to the house and never speak to me again.

“Ruth, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay. Actually, I find it kind of funny. I’ve never heard it called that before.”

“Heard what called what before?” I asked, trying to figure out where this was going.

“A penis called a boner.”

Now my face burned from blushing. About four shades of pink and red, I’m almost certain. “Well, I know that’s what the guys at school call it when it gets all hard like this.” And as I said it, I leaned back just a bit so the bulge could be seen.

“Why does it get hard though?” She was serious. She really didn’t know.

“I don’t know all the right explanations, but sometimes it just does. I can be sitting in math class working out a geometry problem and ‘Bam!’ there is it. Other times, it might be because something, my pants, I suppose, rub against me just right. It feels good and next thing I know, ‘Zoing!’ Instant hard-on again.”

“Hard-on. Does it really get hard?” Again, I could her the innocence in her voice as she inquired about my most private of parts.

“Um, I guess because it gets hard. Sometimes, like right now, really, really hard. So much so that it almost hurts.”

“Really? It hurts? I’m sorry it hurts,” she said with genuine concern on her face.

“Oh, it’s not like falling and banging your knee or something. It’s more of an uncomfortable hurt until it goes away.”

“What makes it go away?”

Oh boy, more questions I’d really rather not answer. “Well, sometimes, it just goes away like it came on: boom and it’s gone. Other times I just have to wait until it goes down to normal. And then there’s…oh shit. I can’t tell you that.” What was I thinking? That’s it! I wasn’t. My mouth was just prattling on. I hoped like crazy she hadn’t noticed.

“Then there’s what, Kevin. What were you going to say? You can say anything to embarrass me. Not now, anyway.” She was completely serious. Genuinely caring and inquisitive.

“Are you sure you want to know this?”

“Yes, or I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Well, erm, okay. Just recently, like within the past few weeks, I discovered another way to make a hard-on go away. When it gets really, really hard, it stretches the skin on my penis really tight. Sometimes this makes it, well, I don’t know, I guess it makes it itch. So, I scratch it.”

“Anytime? Anywhere?”

“Oh, gosh no! This just happened in the middle of the night. I’ll wake up. I’m hard as a rock, it seems. The skin itches, so I scratch it.”

“And that makes it go away?”

“Well, no not exactly.” And I paused, hoping I wouldn’t have to go on.

“What do you mean ‘not exactly’?” She pressed for more.

“Oh, man. Okay. One night, as I was scratching and rubbing it, it just kept feeling better and better as I did it. I hand one hand around it, rubbing it, trying to get it to stop itching and get softer. But the great feeling just kept increasing. All of a sudden, I thought I was going to explode, it felt so incredible. And then it happened….”

“What happened?” She had been listening so intently, she had leaned closer to me, her legs crossed in front of her, her hands clasped tightly, knuckles almost white with intensity, awaiting my revelation.

“Well, these globs of stuff, liquid of some kind, I guess, came shooting out the end of my penis all over my stomach. Lots of it. And after a few more moments, the feeling died away and my penis got soft, like normal again.”

“Whoa! Really? Like what kind of stuff was it?”

“I don’t know. I just got up, ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and went back to bed.”

“Is that the only time it happened?” It was as if she knew the answer to that but wanted me to say it anyway.

“Um, well, er, no. I’ve done it a few more times since then.”

“Oh. I see. And it is good every time?”

“So far, each time has been amazing, yes.”

There were several moments of silence as all this sank in. For Ruth, I could tell she was trying to process it all. For me, well, I was just hoping the embarrassment might make my rock hard erection go away. But such was not to be.

“So, Kevin; tell me. Please be honest with me. You obviously have a…um, hard-on now, right?”

“Yeah, I thought that was quite evident.” Having said that, I leaned back just a smidgen further and we both looked down at my crotch. There it was, pressing hard against my jeans, trapped and pointing to the right side.

“And it’s not going to go away by itself right now, especially if we keep on talking about it, right?”

“I guess so; I don’t know, but between kissing you and talking about this with you…no, it probably isn’t going to go away anytime soon.”

“And does it hurt, I mean, just a little because it’s been hard so long now?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t. But I get used to it or over it and just wait until it’s gone.”

“Ah, I see.”

Again, the moments of silence could be felt. I wasn’t sure what to think and I sure as heck didn’t know what Ruth was thinking. She broke this silence first…again.

“So, you’re pretty certain it won’t just go away by itself; that something else might have to happen to make it go soft?”

I couldn’t quite tell if this was a question or a statement. “Most likely. Ruth, what are you getting at.”

“Well, you said when it gets hard like this and the skin gets all itchy…is it all itchy now?”

“Yes, I think so”

“And it gets all itchy, you have to rub it and make it shoot the globs of stuff out to make it go soft…am I right so far?”

With a great reluctance due to embarrassment, I said, “Yes, that’s most likely what has to happen. What are you getting at?” I had started looking at her eyes. While there was curiosity there, there was something more, but I wasn’t 100% sure what.

“Well,” she said so softly I almost couldn’t hear her, “I thought maybe it should get rubbed out. Otherwise, I’m not sure how you’ll walk out of here.”

There it was. Right there in front of both of us. What happened next might change absolutely everything between us. I proceeded with caution.

“Yes, that’s probably what needs to happen. But I’ve only done this in my own room late at night.”

“I know that, silly. But it’s not late at night. You’re not in your room. And I’m here.”

“So what are you saying? That I should rub my penis now until it’s gone soft?”

“Yes, I think that’s exactly what you should do.”

This was not how I imagined this day going. Not in my wildest fantasies, and I didn’t have many fantasies, yet. I’m sure they would come rushing into my life soon after this. When I looked at Ruth, she had the softest, most caring look in her eyes. She really meant this. She was genuinely concerned for me. I’m sure I looked scared, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“So,” I began slowly, “I guess I’m gonna have to take my pants off, aren’t I.”

“I believe that’s how this is going to have to go, yes. Maybe I should help you; you don’t look too sure of yourself right now.”

“I’m okay. It’s just that I never dreamed this would happen, today, with you. But, um, if you want to help, sure; go ahead.”

And with that, Ruth reached over, pressed her hand lightly upon my chest to have me lean back a bit. I went from leaning on my hands to my elbows behind me. Her hands took my belt and slid the leather backward through the buckle, then pulled the metal clasp tongue out, thus undoing the belt. She place her fingers on the button to my jeans.

“Do you mind?”

“No, you’re off to a great start. Go ahead.”

With one hand, she took the inside of my waistband; the other, ready to push the button through the hole. The backs of her fingers were against the flesh of my stomach.

“Do you have a fever?” she asked, concern in her voice.

I swallowed hard to clear my throat. “No; it’s just that all this is making me very hot.”

“I think so!” And she continued. The button undone, she used one hand to hold the top and the other hand found the zipper. The zipper barely made a sound, it was taken down so slowly. As she neared the large lump in my crotch, I felt it flex, like it had a life of its own. Her hand almost stopped while on it, but then finished the task. Ruth pulled her hands back and glanced at me. I raised my hips and helped push my pants over my hips. The rest was up to her, as she took them, pulling them to my ankles.

As a grown man, I’m a boxer-brief guy. At that time, mom was in charge of underwear purchases and it was nothing but “tighty-whiteys.” There was a distinct difference in things now. My engorged penis was trying to set itself free from the cottony confines of my Hanes. My cousin’s eyes almost glistened, her mouth slightly open in new-found wonder. Without a word, she gently laid her hand upon me. It didn’t move; just rested upon my hardness. I held my breath, the sensations rushing through me all new, never expected, and laden with anticipation.

Her fingers moved just slightly. My penis, as if having a mind of its own, twitched under her touch. She pulled back.

“Does it always do that?”

“I don’t know; I’ve never had anyone else touch it before. But don’t worry. You’re great, it feels wonderful.”

I watched her hair, flowing over her shoulders, down to her hands, nearly blocking my sight of what she was doing. I could only imagine how that soft, luscious hair might feel caressing my young manhood. It twitched again at the thought.

Now, her fingers traced the outer edges of my penis, through the fabric of my briefs. Up and down the shaft, along the under side to the tip. Then back down again. They went down around my balls, as if she were memorizing the shapes in order to draw them later from memory. I wasn’t certain how much more of this I could take, when her other hand deftly took the waistband, pulled the elastic band out and downward. I raised my hips up once again so they could slide off more easily. Freed of its confining clothing, my cock rose up to full height now.

Average. I was just average, I suppose. This was prior to the trauma of being forced to shower with other boys in junior high gym class, so I had no idea how big I was compared to others. I just knew I was six inches at full erection. Because I had measured. Just like every other young boy my age. Of course I had taken a plastic ruler, laid it upon my engorged member, from abdomen to tip and memorized the expansion each time, somehow hoping for more, but satisfied with growth. Ah, the foolishness of youth.

She just stared at it. I couldn’t read her mind, but as if sensing this, she broke the silence, “I’ve never seen one this close, this real before. Oh, I used to change my little brother’s diapers and knew what a penis was. But I had no idea this is what they grew into or looked like like this. It’s…it’s amazing, I guess.”

Smiling just a bit with pride and embarrassment, I replied, “Thanks.”

Then her fingers finally moved out of their stasis. Flesh met flesh for the first time (other than mine). She gently grazed the skin, moving from tip to base. Then back the other way, observing how its hardness kept twitching at her touch.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?”

“There hasn’t been anything you’ve done so far that I haven’t liked, Ruth. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this.”

With that, she wrapped her fingers completely around me. Starting at the bottom, she gently pulled upward, then back down. It was like she knew exactly what to do.

“You’re great at this, you know,” I ventured.

“Thanks. I’m really nervous. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, trust me. You’re not hurting me at all. Quite the opposite.”

Her soft, almost fluid motion continued up and down my shaft. When she stopped, I wondered what was next. It didn’t take but a couples seconds to discover: she moved her hand to my balls. Caressing at first, then carefully cupping them in her hand, she rolled them around.

I got bold and offered a suggestion. “If you took your other hand, while you’re doing that, you could rub it up and down on me.”

Her eyebrows raised just slightly, at this new insight. She smiled, then placed her other hand around me, starting at the tip this time. While just enough grip was used to move skin a bit, it was also just light enough to about send me over the top. In fact, I could feel the eruption building. It wouldn’t take much more of this.

“I didn’t think something that feels so hard, could also feel so soft and nice at the same time,” Ruth said. “How long do you usually keep doing this, when you do it to yourself? I mean, do you think it will take a long time to make it squirt then get soft?”

“No, no. You’re about ready to make it happen.”

She moved her hand just a little faster at that, while the hand cupping my balls kept squeezing them and moving them around.

My legs clenched together at that moment and it happened. As my precious cousin kept stroking my cock, the first spurt came out. Followed by a second, third, each of these shooting far up before landing on my stomach. A fourth, then a fifth blast. By this time she had stopped stroking and was just holding me in her hand.

“Oh my, I never could have dreamed what that would be like. I felt your balls move when it shot out.”

All I could muster for a moment was some indecipherable moans.

The final dribbles came flowing out the tip, ran down the shaft and over her fingers. Ruth just held me, letting me come down from that great high of orgasm.

A few more moments passed and she spoke. “I think I feel you starting to get softer now.” Her hand moved away from my penis, her other releasing my ball sack. She rose up gracefully, found some grass to wipe her hand off upon and pulled up some to come back to me. I was still breathing heavily as she used the grass to do the best she could at removing all the fluid from my stomach, most of which had found it’s way into my navel!

When she finished and tossed the grass aside, I bid her come close to me. As she knelt near me, I sat up, took her face between both hands and pressed our lips together. Our tongues met once again. We were, apparently, quick studies. After a few instants, our lips parted from each other.

“We’d best get back.”

“You’re right,” I said. “I have no idea how long we’ve been gone and we don’t want them angry at us or thinking we’re lost.”

Off we went, back to the house. I’m not sure that anyone even missed us, so our secret was safe.

At least that’s what we thought.

___________________________________________

All rights reserved. This is the author’s material and possession. It may be distributed freely from this site with this notice attached. I may be contacted at [leonardquirm@yahoo.com](mailto:leonardquirm@yahoo.com)

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9825y6/best_friends_lovers_cousins

2 comments on “Best Friends, Lovers, Cousins

Comments are closed.