*
The next morning I wandered downstairs to find the house empty and a note on the kitchen counter explaining that my grandparents had to take a friend to Pendleton and would be gone until late that night. I was on my own for breakfast and dinner, lunch would be out at the state park with the other side of my family.
“Not a bad thing,” I thought. “Maybe some time to cool down was a good idea.” Thinking about recent interactions with Grandma.
I got dressed for the park in a tank top, swim trunks and sandals then grabbed an old pair of creek-shoes from the laundry room. Creek shoes were just old worn out tennis shoes you wore in the creek with no socks. Getting soaked and drying out made them stiff and good for nothing else, but protected your feet when wading and swimming in the creek. I had left a pair here a summer or two ago when visiting with my family.
The drive to the park was nice that morning, it was warm, but a breeze made it pleasant enough. The road switched from pavement to gravel a couple miles out of town and hugged one side of a fairly narrow canyon. The creek hugged the other side, it ran cold, clear and fairly deep most of the time. The park ran in the space between the road and the creek, picnic benches and brick barbeque pits interspersed among the giant pine trees. A carpet of grass and pine needles with walking paths made the park comfortable and quiet.
The park ran for several miles along the creek, leap frogging between the open areas of the canyon and where it was too narrow and only the road and water could pass. My mom’s sister’s family chose the upper-creek park to have a little summer reunion. The creek ran wide and shallow there, perfect for kids and pets, the rounded river rocks and gravel made a gentle sloped entry to the creek and several footbridges linked paths on both sides of the creek.
The sun streamed down between the boughs of the pines 20 feet over our heads, the breeze kept the air pleasant but didn’t blow away your paper plate or kick up dust. Even the yellow-jackets buzzed lazily about the “sacrificial soda,” set aside on an adjacent picnic table to keep ‘em away from our mealtime.
My Aunt and Uncle greeted me warmly, only a slight sideways look from Aunt Mary gave any indication of our recent shenanigans… she was one cool customer!
My oldest cousin Misty had graduated dental school, she was a short, plump, blond with sharp features and infectious smile. Diane was between boyfriends and had kept her athletic cheerleader’s physique but added a few pounds in all the right places, namely her boobs and hips! Her mousy brown hair, large nose and perpetual pout probably kept her from getting all the attention she craved, she was always whining about her current boyfriend or lack of one.
My older cousin James worked in the valley installing irrigation systems in the fields, he was one year older than me, Ernie, one year younger. They couldn’t be more different. James was my height, Ernie a couple inches shorter. James had short, curly blond hair and a thin patch of blond whiskers just under his chin. He was sun-kissed with long, strong limbs from throwing around 20-foot sections of pipe, he had an outgoing personality, friendly smile and a respectable work ethic.
Ernie had dark, medium-length, greasy looking hair, pale skin, skinny arms and a slight pot-belly, a sullen expression and no work ethic at all. As my Aunt stated, he spent his time between rehab and his parent’s basement. My youngest cousin was ten years my junior and was a happy, generous boy, he was spending the day bouncing from the creek to the mountains of homemade potato salad, coleslaw and chips, overflowing the picnic tables.
The cousins and I sat at our own table and talked about our lives and our plans, alternately laughing about life or lamenting the loss of our childhood status and dreading the impending adult responsibilities. James seemed most interested in my plans for the future, asking me where my art school was, where I’d live afterward, if my girlfriend would go with me and the like. I confessed that I liked California, but honestly wouldn’t be able to afford to live there. My school was in Seattle, but I liked Oregon well enough, many fond memories were associated with coming to Oregon. I doubted Union needed either an illustrator or draftsman. We all laughed at that thought!
After a while James mentioned wanting to go riding up the canyon. He had brought his ’74 Honda CB125 motorcycle and planned to let everyone take turns on it. I remembered it as the first motorbike I had ever ridden, James had taught me to ride it one summer when I was 13 years old.
I chose to let everyone have a shot at it and went wading in the creek for a bit and play with my youngest cousin. After a while James came over to the creek where I had made a kind of kiddie pool for my cousin, making a kind of inlet or bay in the rocks for him to play in.
“It’s your turn cuz, no one else is using my bike,” he informed me.
“You know, it’s been years since I’ve tried and I’ve got no helmet, pants or shoes for it,” I explained. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Seriously?” he scoffed. “You some kind of city kid now? You gotta have all that crap just to ride on my little scooter?”
“Ha, ha! You bet your ass!” I replied. “I don’t wanna wipe out and eat gravel in my swim trunks! Are you crazy?”
“Come on, tell you what,” he said sarcastically. “I’ll drive, you can ride in back like a little girl!”
“Fine!” I said, calling his bluff. I could tell he’d been teasing, but he had always stuck up for me with the local kids, there wasn’t a mean bone in his body.
I let Aunt Mary know I’d left my youngest cousin playing in the little bay at the creek and went with James to his bike.
“Oops! I’m still dripping wet,” I observed.
“Ah, don’t sweat it,” James said, peeling off his shirt. “It’s getting hot anyways.”
James hopped on the little Honda and started it. I shook my head, thinking for a moment what would happen to us if we wrecked. I was in my tank top and wet swim trunks with soggy creek shoes. He was now in denim shorts and slip-on boots. We were the picture of a couple dumb hillbillies, but I was 18 and invincible, and so I hopped on behind James and off we went!
I’d ridden with just about every member of my family on horses, tractors and bikes, so grabbing onto the person in front of you wasn’t unnatural or weird feeling. I instinctively grabbed James’ hips as he took off slowly.
“Lean with me!” James called as we wobbled a bit in the first turn. “Don’t fight it.”
It took a moment to remember the feeling and I did better in the next turn by getting closer to him and wrapping my arms around him more.
“There you go!” he praised, and gave it a little gas as we tore off up the gravel road.
The Honda was humming along nicely, the heat had faded to a tolerable level with the wind of our passage and I basked in the easy companionship of my older cousin’s friendship, it was turning out to be an awesome day! I also gained a new appreciation for all the hard work my cousin had been up to. I could now see the freckles mixed in with his tan across his broad shoulders. His belly was hard beneath my arms and the sensation of my thighs riding along outside his thighs and his rear end vibrating against my package became hard to ignore!
As my prick began to respond to the stimulation, several thoughts ran through my head:
“I’m not gay! But this isn’t gay, it’s just my stupid prick getting rubbed and responding. Stupid prick! Damn that ass feels nice! What? Dude, seriously, if this was a girl’s ass, you’d hit that shit! Okay, fine, it’s a nice ass, but no! Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re not gay. Check out those abs though! Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re not… what? And those shoulders! Hey, you’re not gay, remember? No, no, not gay, but my cousin’s hot, right? Well, yeah, but I thought… nevermind… gay or not, what are you going to do about your stupid fucking prick pressing against his ass? Um, I don’t know… shit.”
This train of thought was getting me nowhere and there didn’t seem any way to get my hard on to go down or to hide it from James. He didn’t give any indication he had noticed and as we approached the turnaround at the end of the road, several miles from the park, he caught my eye over his shoulder.
“You sure you don’t wanna drive?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.
“Yeah, you are,” he said, turning the bike around.
“What, what was that? I asked, not quite making out the last thing he said.
“Nothin’ ‘cuz, nothin’ at all!” he said, stopping the bike for a second. “Hey, what’s that smell?”
“Yeah, something’s burning!” I said. “Oh shit! OW, ow fuck OW!!!”
I leaped off the bike as if I’d been bit! My right foot was burning! The rubber of my shoe had melted on the exhaust pipe and now there was hot rubber strings flying everywhere as I tore at my shoe, trying to get it off. James put the kickstand down and rushed over trying to help.
“Hold still!” he yelled.
“Ow, ow fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit!” I cried. “Ow-how-how-how-how!
“Shit!” James yelled, knocking me down and tearing off my shoe.
“Dammit! What happened?” I yelled at him, tears in my eyes.
“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I think your foot slipped of the peg and was resting on the exhaust! Why are we yelling?”
“Because it fucking hurts!” I kind of yelled back. “Shit!”
I tried to look at my foot, but was afraid of what I’d find. It was covered in cooling burnt rubber and just looked black and red. I was half crying now as my awesome afternoon came crashing down and I imagined going to the emergency room an hour away and going home with my foot in bandages. James suggested I cool it off in the creek and helped me to my feet, supporting me as we hobbled and hopped the 50 yards or so to the creek. We waded into a shaded spot and I collapsed onto the river rocks with a sigh.
“Is that better,” he asked solicitously.
“Ooh! A LOT better!” I breathed.
“Okay, hang tight, I’m going to get the bike out of the road and get your shoe,” he said.
He disappeared around the tree and bushed that were providing the shade, I couldn’t even see the road from where I was sitting. James surprised me by showing up pushing the bike, bringing it into the shade too.
“Guh, it’s hot now!” he declared, slashing down into the shallow water beside me.
He pulled off his boots and tossed them up by the bike and began looking at my burned shoe. Showing it to me too.
“Here look,” he pointed. “It looks like it didn’t burn all the way through.”
My foot was throbbing with every pulse, but the cold water made it feel so much better. I still found it hard not to feel the heat radiating from James’ skin as he leaned in close to show me my damaged footwear.
My dick perked up and said ‘where were we?’ and started to slowly swell again, competing with the anger and embarrassment at my unmanly reaction to the injury.
“Can I see?” he asked.
“Fuck no!” was my first thought, then I realized he was talking about my foot…
“Um, okay,” I sniffed, feeling like baby.
James sat facing me in the water and gently lifted my foot up and set it in his half-submerged lap, carefully turning it this way and that.
“Looks like most of this is just rubber,” he said, pulling a little piece off. “Does that hurt?”
“A-a little,” I said, feeling a bit hopeful. “It’s just melted rubber?”
“I think so, can I try getting more off?” James asked.
“You can try getting me off,” I thought aloud.
“What?” he looked up, shocked.
“NOTHING!” I said quickly. “Nothing, just thinking to myself!”
Fuck! Seriously? With all that’s just happened, that’s where your mind goes? NOT gay, remember? Uh-huh, and you don’t have the hots for Grandma either, you’re fucking rich. Let’s get this straight, you’ve fucked your second cousin, you’ve fucked your best friend, who just happens to be a tranny? You’ve fucked your goddamn aunt, and NOW you’re gunna have a problem when it turns out you think James is hot? You’ve got to be the biggest hypocrite known to… wait. What’s happening right now?
I break from my inner dialogue and focus on what’s in front of me and find that James had meticulously picked the pieces of burnt rubber off my foot. He had washed it clean in the creek, revealing bright red, unburned flesh. I thought I could see a couple small blisters forming and… wait, wait, WAIT! WHAT IS HE DOING?
James had bent to peer closely at the burn, then tenderly, oh-so-soflty, pressed his lips to my foot, right on the instep, just beside the red area.
“Ah, ha-ha-haha,” I nervously laughed. “Whatthefuckyoudoing?”
“I think your foot will be okay,” he said quietly, kissing my foot and toes. “How does it feel now?”
“B-better, I think,” I answered, equally quietly, my voice barely louder than the burbling creek. “I think it ohgodhwhatthefuckthatsnice!”
My cousin had started sucking on each of my toes, teasing and licking between each of them. I had never felt anything quite like it in my life! My brain’s assessment of the situation was clear: Fuck gay! Fuck straight! Fuck him! Like, now!
James used his mouth to make love to my bare foot, kissing, licking and sucking my toes. I shivered in pleasure, my slowly swelling prick went into overdrive and as my eyes rolled back in my head, I lay back on the smooth river rocks and I felt the head of my cock stick out above the waistband of my swim trunks.
“Looks like you’re feeling a lot better,” James mumbled around my toes. “Do you like this too?”
I felt one of James’ feet begin to massage my groin, pressing on my tight balls and his toes sliding up and down the length of my hard-on.
“Mmm, fuck you James,” was my sarcastic response. I softened the comment by reaching out with my left foot to find his groin, discovering an equal bulge waiting there.
I reached down and untied my trunks, pushing the elastic waistband down and under my balls. The feeling of his foot stroking my cock, the length sliding between the first two toes, was so hot! James paused sucking my big toe long enough to reach forward, and with me raising my hips a little, pulled my swim trunks completely off. I was now sitting bare assed in the cold creek, my cock somehow still burning hot, my actually burned foot temporarily forgotten.
James stood and peeled his clingy denim shorts off and kneeled between my legs. He picked my unhurt foot out of the water and began to kiss and lick his way from my ankle to the inside of my thigh. I felt his breath pass over my aching prick and looked down to watch as he peeled my wet tank top back to allow him to kiss and lick my hard abs.
I groaned as he slid his face across my hard dick. He did one side then the other. Finally picking it up in his calloused hand, he smacked himself on the cheeks several times with my stiff tool. Using my cock like a handle, he guided my ass up the shore a bit and out of the water, keeping my feet in the cool flow.
James smacked himself in the face with my cock several more times, the sight and sound strangely turning me on even more.
“Oh. My. God!” I whispered, as he finally began to kiss and suck my balls while also beginning to slowly stroke my rigid cock.
My cousin kissed and licked his way up to the tip of my cock where he pointedly tried to suck out any pre-cum, licking and pushing the tip of his tongue into the hole.
“Damn! What are you doing?” I wondered, opening my eyes to watch him fucking the piss-hole of my dick with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, that feels neat!”
“Good, I think you’ll like what’s coming next better though,” he smiled.
James took the end of my dick in his mouth and easily worked his way down to the base and back up. His mouth felt like liquid fire on my cock and he was doing something fantastic with his tongue that I couldn’t see, but could definitely feel! He managed to slather my cock with more saliva that I’d ever seen before! Once it was positively dripping, he rose up and straddles my thighs, pressing his magnificent cock and balls against mine.
Our cocks could have been twins! Equal in length and circumference, with a pronounced upward curve and a fat mushroom head. James spit on his hands and began stroking our cocks together, swiping them across each other, rubbing the heads together, the whole time continuing to add more and more spit to the mix. James then moved forward, up my body a little, and raisig up, reached behind him to position the tip of my cock between his hard ass cheeks.
His balls hung against my stomach and his cock pointed at the sky between us as he moved his hips back and down, pushing the slimy head of my cock against his asshole. With an audible exhale, he sunk down onto my hips and my cock slipped into his body, the tandem elastic rings of his butthole grasping and slipping down the shaft of my cock to bottom out against my pubes, my balls resting against his cheeks.
Curious, I reached out to feel my cousin’s balls, my touch causing his asshole to clench on the dick buried in his bowel. I licked my hand, depositing as much spit there as I could before reaching down to grasp his hard cock as my own, and begin to stroke it. James moaned as I rubbed his slippery, stiff bone across my stomach.
James rose up an inch, my cock slipping out a little, then dropped down against me, riding my cock, the strokes of my prick getting longer and longer as he raised himself farther each time.
“Mmm-ooh,” he sighed, with a smile and a wink. “Question for ya ‘cuz. Who’s fuckin’ who, here?”
Honestly, is question confused me at first, I mean, my dick was in him, so I must be fucking him… but then, he was holding the reins so-to-speak, he had climbed on, he was fuckin himself with my dick…
“You’re fucking me,” I concluded. “You’re fucking me so good!”
His ass felt like home to my dick, it was hot and tight. I put my hands on his muscular thighs as he ground his asshole on my dick, feeling them up and down. I ran my hands up his well-defined abs and across his pecs, tweaking his nipples a little. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his firm ass cheeks in my hands, I spread my fingers and moved them toward his hole, reveling in the sensation of my cock sliding between my fingers and into his butt.
I lay back again and played with his cock and balls again, admiring his full bush of golden pubes.
“Let me know before you cum,” he said between breaths. “We’ll cum at the same time.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking it may be a while. “This feels amazing, but I’m not there yet.”
“I want your cum inside me,” he whispered in my ear, leaning over and smashing his cock and balls into my belly. “I want to feel your cum in my ass all day long!”
“Oh god!” I gasped, surprised. “I’m cumming!”
His statement did it for me, I went from 0 to 60 in one second! James sat up and pushed his magical asshole down on my cock hard, sending the tip of my cock deep into his bowel where it started pulsing and twitching as my sperm erupted from my dick. At the same time, I could see through slitted eyes that he had grabbed his cock and within a few strokes, his cum began shooting across my chest and splattering against my face!
I automatically opened my mouth to catch as much as possible as I had done with my own orgasms many times before. This time felt different though, more arousing, more taboo, my own orgasm intensified and renewed, my cock swelling and twitching even harder within my cousin!
James leaned back, releasing his cock and I could see my dick disappearing into his stretched asshole behind his now tight ball sack, the last few spurts of his semen now arching into the air and splattering onto both our bellies. Her rested back on his hands, we were both breathing hard and I was covered in semen from my forehead to my pubes. I tapped him on the thigh so he’d look at me and showed him the mouthful of semen I had managed to catch. Looking him in the eyes, I closed my lips and swallowed, I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock in response.
Groaning, he sat up and leaning forward, lay down on my body. He began to methodically lick me clean, my hair, forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips and chin. He didn’t try to kiss me, but his tongue licking my lips was intensely erotic. He paused and rose up to a squat to allow me to watch my dick slipping out his asshole and then resumed giving me a tongue bath, consuming his semen from the buffet of my body.
When he was done, he grabbed my unharmed shoe and helped me get it on and reached down to help me to my feet. We clung to one another’s bodies as we hobbled to the center of the creek to submerge in the cold flow and clean off.
We retrieved what little clothes we had and dressed, I was able to walk using the toes of my right foot, the heel area was still an angry red, but I’d probably get away with a few blisters from the melted rubber of my shoe. The ride back was somber but happy, the way I wrapped my arms around his waist had a much different flavor than the ride up. I was tempted to play with his prick, but didn’t wanna show up with a hard on showing in his shorts.
We arrived and of course everyone was wondering what took so long and their concern when I got off the bike and tiptoed without my shoe over to a bench was a little overwhelming. My oldest cousin Misty was the only one who seemed to notice what a good mood I was in and kept looking between me and her brother suspiciously. She insisted on looking at my foot because, as she said, she was the only one with any medical training. She said it looked okay and was glad I was all right and gave me a hug.
“Hmm, what’s this?” she asked, scratching lightly at something flakey on my skin at the base of my neck. “Look there’s more!”
She continued to scratch off the flakey stuff. “It’s everywhere!” she said, scratching behind my ear and pulling some from my hair. I blushed and didn’t say anything, but her next words burned into my brain.
“Hmm, I recognize this!” she teased, hugging me and whispering in my ear. “Doesn’t James just have the most delicious cum?”
She broke the hug, patted my cheek and went to go help put things away. I sat there in a daze for a moment and wondered what implications her statement indicated about her relationship with her younger brother, I about broke my brain with “what ifs.”
The picnic was breaking up and everyone was packing things, I tried to help but they wouldn’t let me. I later saw Misty and James having an animated conversation away from the rest of the group, they were both smiling so I didn’t worry too much, besides, the way Misty had outed herself just then, I felt pretty sure the incident would remain between us.
We all said our goodbyes and I felt like the hugs I got from my Aunt Mary and my cousins Misty and James were a little extra long and cuddly. My step-uncle gave me a handshake and a wink and bid me to drive carefully with my injured foot.
I stopped by the Rexall Drug store on the way back to my grandparents’ house and picked up some burn cream and a package of bandages. Once home, I changed into yesterday’s shorts, took care of the burn on my foot and lay on the couch and tried to find something to watch on the 14 channels available. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep watching reruns of M*A*S*H. So much had been happening to me, I think I just stopped trying to process it all and kind of gave up!
*
I woke from my nap hungry and went to the kitchen to fix a bite to eat. The old house was dark, silent and lonely without its beating heart, my Grandma, to give it life. I was sad that I only had one day left before I had to return to Cali, I wanted to stay here. Just think of it, I’d been here a few days and had sex with four different people and my relationship with Grandma was weird, but very exciting.
I knew it was unrealistic to imagine that any of it could continue like this if I were to actually live here. Small town politics would make a mess of everything. The only reason any of this was possible was that I was merely passing through and would be gone, if not forever, at least a long, long while.
I daydreamed a little while about life married to Jessy and somehow, some way, still getting Alice, James and maybe Aunt Mary every now and then on the side… or maybe together! And what was that thing about Misty and James? Hell, what about Jessy and her dad, Ron?
“Ugh!” I groaned aloud at the rampant imagination of my teenage mind. It seemed my lust was insatiable, I thought as I cleaned the kitchen. I sat in the living room ignoring the TV and trying to commit everything to memory, because when it was all said and done, my memories would be the only thing that would last beyond this week.
Later, after I had gone to bed, I awoke, hearing my grandparents get home. It was amazing at the different feel of the place, just having someone else there. I drifted back to sleep content.
*
The next morning was my last in Union and I was feeling particularly lazy. I got up to pee and then returned to bed and dozed off and on for probably another hour.
The next thing I remember was feeling someone sit on the edge of the bed next to me. I opened my eyes to see my Grandma sitting there. She was just watching me and a happy smile appeared when I mumbled good morning.
“Good morning sweetheart,” she began. “Are you going to spend your last day here in bed?”
“Mmm, I was thinking about it,” I said dreamily as I stretched.
“Well, I don’t mind if you do,” she replied, understanding. “This is nearly the end of your vacation, after this it’s college and so forth…” she trailed off, looking a little wistful.
She continued, “Come find me when you get up and I’ll make you something, okay dear? By the by, it’s just you and I today, Grandpa stayed in Pendleton. I’ll pick him up tomorrow when I take you to the airport.”
With that, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips, she lingered longer than a normal kiss, taking several breaths through her nose, her velvety soft lips resting against mine. I could feel her breathing by the motion her pendulous tits made against my bare chest. She then stood without ceremony and headed out of the room. It was then that I noticed she was wearing a baby-blue, satin nightie with spaghetti straps, trimmed with while lace. It fell to mid-thigh when she stood and when she passed between me and the sunlight streaming through the window, her pillow-y body was outlined in clear detail.
She left the door open when she departed and I could follow her progress down the stairs and through the family room to her bedroom via the creaking of the house. What. The. Fuck.
“Gonna be one of those days is it?” I asked myself. “God, must be something in the water!”
Something in the water indeed. On a whim, I chose to pull on my smallest and tightest bikini briefs. It so happened that they were also a light blue, close to matching Grandma’s nightie. I think my speedo covered more skin than that particular pair. I had to point my chubby prick sideways to get it covered. I meandered my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before seeking out my frisky Grandma…
(to be continued…)
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