Caught and Busting a Nut With My Cousin

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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!

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Caught and Busting a Nut With My Cousin

M/f, masturbation

I was mortified!

Who wrote this? Who could have known? How? I was dumbfounded. And scared.

Ruth, my younger cousin by three months, and I had gone for a long walk in the woods during her family’s visit to our country home. While on this walk, we had some good talks, and…well, a bit more happened to. We each had our very first kiss: me from a girl, her from a boy. And, well, dog gone it, more had happened.

I’m twelve, nearly thirteen (three months away). I’m heading into adolescence with puberty nearing a peak moment in my life: voice changes, new hair growing places, growth spurts (three inches alone this past summer), and the ubiquitous pre-teen boy spontaneous erections. I had grown quite a hard-on while sitting in a cozy place with Ruth. Kissing her hadn’t made it any better. When she noticed, that conversation took a vastly different turn that I ever could have predicted. It ended with me showing her how I’d learned to masturbate only about a month before.

Upon our return to my house, it appeared no one had missed us. We played a few family games and then Ruth’s family piled in their big old station wagon and headed for their home about 40-minutes away. That’s when I walked into my room and saw a note lying upon my bed.

“I followed you. I saw you. I watched what happened.”

That’s it. Three lines. Chills ran down my spine. Who could it be? My mind raced furiously.

My sister? No way. She would never go into the woods, no matter how curious. One word: Spiders. So, I know it wasn’t her. Besides, being two years my senior, she wanted to hang out and make googly-eyes at my older cousin, about three years my senior.

Could it have been Bill, my oldest cousin? I doubt it. He showed up just a bit tipsy and was in the process of finishing off the final three cans of a six-pack when they arrived. Missy, the second oldest of the kids wasn’t along. Jack stayed behind (hence my sister’s reason for staying behind). The youngest, Theo, was too young to have gone on his own. Second youngest: Kathy? I had some pretty strong doubts there. She was barely nine-year-old and wouldn’t have wanted to walk into the timber by herself…unless her older sister, Terri, just turned eleven, had encouraged her to go with her.

Argh! I couldn’t figure this out! I was really nervous. What if they told one of the parents or my aunt? I would be so dead; there’d be no coming back from that. No resuscitation. No resurrection. No zombi-fication, or whatever it’s called when you turn into a zombie. Just flat out dead. Cold stone. Ugh!

Well, nothing I could do about it for the moment, so I threw the note away. After two weeks past, I’d almost forgotten about it, except for when I’d have a wet dream about my cousin, Ruth. Which seemed to happen about every other night! I was growing quite proficient at washing my own bed linens by now.

Two and a half months passed. Things were back to normal and I had left my fear behind. Not a another word or note was received, so I thought it must have been about something else. Our family was invited to my aunt’s house for October birthday celebrations, including mine. We piled in the car and headed to my cousins’ home. I was actually looking forward to seeing Ruth, since I hadn’t seen her since our little episode by the creek.

Upon our arrival, I can’t tell you how disappointed I was to discover that Ruth was at her other cousin’s home (on her dad’s side of the family). I got over my sadness fairly well when I realized this just might help me keep the boners to a minimum.

We all ate dinner together: hamburgers, chips, salads, fruit. Then ice cream and birthday cakes were served up. Four us were celebrating special days in that month, so we joined them all at one time. I was sitting in the basement, following all the festivities, looking at an old car magazine of my uncle’s when my cousin, Terri, came downstairs. She sat down on the floor in front of where I was at in the big recliner.

“Hi,” I said. “Did ya get bored upstairs?”

“Yeah, a bit,” she replied. If I’d been paying attention, I would have seen a look in her eye, but since she was just barely over eleven, I didn’t pay her much attention. “But I saw you slip off by yourself and come down here, so I thought I’d join you…if that’s okay, I mean?”

“Sure,” I said. “It is your house, after all.”

I flipped a few more pages, admiring the cool cars from the mid-sixties that I knew I’d never own. Terri remained quiet for a few minutes before breaking the silence.

“I followed you. I saw you. I watched what happened.”

My blood froze. The same words. The exact same words. There they were, right in front of my, coming from my eleven-year-old cousin. While I thought maybe I could get away with ignoring her, after a few more seconds, she repeated it.

“I followed you. I saw you. I watched what happened.”

“What are you talking about?” I bluffed. My face felt really hot. I just hoped it wasn’t as red as it felt.

“When we came to your house and you and Ruth went for your walk in the woods. I wanted to go along, but you were too far ahead of me. I tried to catch up but couldn’t keep up. Then I found where you’d stopped.”

“So,” I was still trying to call her bluff. It wasn’t working. Not in the least.

“And I saw you two kiss each other. And then I saw your thing. I watched you rub it and rub it until some stuff came out of it. When you were done and I realized you and Ruth were going to come back to your house, I took running ahead of you.”

Busted. Just flat out busted. No way around it. So, I could try to keep ignoring her and hope if she ever told anyone I could just plead the over-active imagination of an eleven-year-old girl. Or, since her description was really, really accurate, I could she what she wanted.

“Okay,” I tried to say calmly. I thought my voice changes were all over, but I heard my own voice crack about three times on one word. Damn puberty. It betrays me every time.

“So what. So you saw us. So what?”

“I don’t know,” Terri replied. “I just thought you should know I saw you. And your thing.”

“It’s called a penis.”

“Oh. That’s kind of a funny word.”

“Hmm. I suppose you’re right. It gets called other things by guys at school, but they’re kinda dirty names.”

“Oh,” she shyly responded. She was embarrassed. As scared as I had been, I think she was maybe that embarrassed.

She continued, “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I don’t know why. I guess ‘cause it makes me kinda tingly inside when I do.”

“Kinda tingly?”

“Yeah, down in my stomach and lower. Like when you get nervous to go to the doctor’s or the dentist’s? Except a little different; not a scary different, but a really nice different.”

“Ah,” I said, trying to sound wise and understanding, knowing I was neither. “And what do you do when you think about it and feel that way?”

“I just hold myself, then go pee.”

“What?” was the incredulous response out of my mouth. “You go pee. Why do you do that?”

“‘Cause that’s what the weird feeling makes me have to do, you big goof. What do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think, I guess. I’ve never felt that way. Maybe it’s a little girl thing.”

“I’m not a little girl. I’m eleven and right behind Ruth. In fact, I’m catching up to her.”

Terri was just over a year-and-a-half younger than her sister, Ruth, the cousinly object of my affections. Terri about just under five feet tall, I guessed, and maybe weighed all of 80 pounds soaking wet. Kinda skinny, some might say. She had red hair. I mean, really red hair. And lots of it. It wasn’t as long as Ruth’s, but fortunately for her, it hung below her shoulders. If it were any shorter, it probably would have just stuck out from her head and looked really goofy. Terri also, like the few red-heads I knew, had freckles. Lots of freckles. They began on one cheek, ran over her nose and bled over onto the other cheek. In her own, weird, younger-cousin, eleven-year-old way, she was cute. Just cute.

“I know, I know. You’re growing up and that’s cool.”

“I am growing up. Mom said I could get a training bra for Christmas.” She said this with the enthusiasm I might have had if I were going to be given one of the ‘67 Chevy’s in the magazine I’d been reading.

“Well, then, you are growing up, because only big girls get to wear bras.” I really didn’t know where I was going with this; or where she was going with this.

“Yeah, that’s right. ‘Cuz I’m gonna have boobies bigger than Missy’s someday.” Missy, the oldest female cousin in that family had really big boobs. I didn’t know anything about size, but if I put one hand on one of her breasts, there’d still be a lot of breast left over.

“Are you sure you want boobies that big?” I said, trying not to giggle at her confidence.

“Well, maybe just a little smaller. Missy’s got really big boobies, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“No,” I came back quickly, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Right,” said Terri with a lot of snark in her voice. “I’m sure you dream of them every night then touch your thingy to make it big like you did with Ruth.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Keep your voice down, Terri. No one else needs to know about that, right?”

“Why not?”

“Well, let’s just say you’d be getting your sister into a huge amount of trouble. She might even get taken away from your family.” I was making all this up; I didn’t have a clue, but I wanted to divert attention away from me for the moment.

Terri look confused and a bit glum. “Oh, well, I wouldn’t want that. She’s my sister and I love her.”

“Well, good. you should. She’s a wonderful girl…I mean, sister.”

“Why did you show her your thing…I mean, your penis? And why was it sticking out like that? It doesn’t do that all the time, does it?”

My mind was racing now, trying to figure out what to do with these questions. If showing Ruth my boner and jacking it off in front of her was foreign territory, then this situation had just gone out of the earth’s orbit.

“Um, er, well, you see, um…”

“Look, Kevin, you can tell me. I’m your cousin, just like Ruth. I’m eleven, going on twelve and I think I should know these things so I can be careful when I go to junior high school with bigger boys around me.”

“Well, that makes great sense,” I reasoned. She had really thought this through.

“Let me put it this way: no, my penis doesn’t get and stay hard like that all the time. It’s not right now, is it?” As I said this, I slid forward on the chair a bit so she could witness the flatness of my crotch region.

“And, yes, it can get big and hard; it usually bets about twice as big as it normally is, just laying there.”

Her eyes had a look of fierce concentration to them. I imagine she was trying to take this all in.

“And why did I show it to Ruth? Well, it was so hard it hurt. It wasn’t going to get soft enough for me to walk back to the house, so I had to do something to make it go down again. Understand?”

“Kinda. So, does what you did when you rubbed it make it get soft?’

“Well, yeah, after a bit, it does.”

“Does it have to squirt that stuff out first? Is that what makes it swollen?”

“Well, yes, and no; I mean, well, yeah. My penis stays swollen until that happens; at least most times when that happens.”

“Oh, I see. So Ruth just happened to be there watching while you made sure you could walk again.”

“Yeah, that’s it, Terri. You’re pretty smart…for a girl.”

And at that, I thought to completely distract her. I leaped from my spot on the recliner, grabbed her and began tickling her. She shrieked in my ear and laughed and laughed and laughed. I was relentless. Tickling her sides, her underarms and her feet. She wriggled and struggle to get away from me, but I was quite a bit stronger and bigger. Finally, I relented though when it seemed neither one of us could breathe.

We rolled over on our backs on the basement floor. We were panting hard from the exertion. She sat up enough on her elbows and looked over at me.

“You’re the best cousin I could have, Kevin.”

“Thanks, Terri. You’re sweet, too.”

“And your thingy is hard.”

This was said so matter-of-factly I almost missed it. But then her words sunk in and I knew. I knew she was right. Wrestling my eleven-year-old around on the floor had caused my unpredictable penis to grow on its own.

“Oh. Oh, man; I’m sorry, Terri. You’re right. I didn’t mean to; it just happens. Kinda like it has a mind of its own.”

“That’s okay. I thinks it’s cute; I mean, you’re cute ‘cuz you’re so embarrassed.”

“Well, I am that, for sure.”

I laid there, not sure what to do. I could feel the blood pounding in my cock. I was just hoping it wasn’t evident to Terri.

“Kevin?”

“Yeah, Terri.”

“Are you gonna have to rub on it to make it get soft in order togo upstairs where everyone else is?”

Oh geez! I couldn’t believe my ears. Now what? What was I going to do? Terri’s like a pitbull when she gets something on her mind. She wouldn’t let this go. She wouldn’t go upstairs so I could hope my hard-on went away by itself. Any other occasion, I would have gone into the nearest bathroom, pulled my pants down and yanked one out, I suppose. But now…?

Terri, with as much innocence as only an eleven-year-old who really doesn’t understand these things could muster, broke the awkward moment, but only created a more awkward moment by saying, “You could go into the bathroom down the hall and rub it until it squirts and gets soft.”

“Um, sure. I suppose I could do that.”

“And I could go in with you and watch, just like Ruth did.”

That deadly silence you hear was my heart no longer beating. If it really would have stopped beating, at least my dick would have shrunk to normal, but I wasn’t going to be that lucky.

“Uh, Terri, I don’t think that’s…”

“But Ruth got to watch; why can’t I?” She interrupted with a whine. “It’s not fair. I want to see it. Otherwise, I might have to tell my mom.”

There it was. The flip of the switch of the electric chair. The snap of the rope as I dangled from the hangman’s noose. The crack of the rifle of the firing squad. I was dead. Utterly dead.

“Come on, Kevin. If we go now, everyone is still upstairs talking and playing board games. No one would have to know.”

Groaning deep within me, and against my better judgment, I said, “Okay, but you can never, ever and forever tell anyone about this, right?”

“Oh, geez; what do you think I am? Stupid?”

So, up off the floor we rose. Down the hall…like a man walking down death row, I think. Except this convict had a massive hard-on and an eleven-year-old next to him.

We entered the downstairs bathroom, shut the door and locked it. Terri turned and put the lid on the toilet down and sat there, just looking at me with a triumphant smile upon her face. I was facing her, with my groin just about at eye level. I put my hands on my hips and tried to look stern or cross or something at her, but it wasn’t going to work.

Terri’s obviously much more forward than her sister, Ruth. All of sudden, she just reached up and began to undo my belt.

“Hey!” I said, trying not to raise my voice. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you. Then it will go faster and we can get upstairs sooner.”

I had no response to this. I knew she was right, but knew I was just so very dead if anyone came downstairs and caught us.

She unbuckled my belt and just as deftly, unbuttoned my pants. The fly came down and her little hands rested agains the bulge in my jeans for just a second. I thumbed the waist band of both my jeans and my shorts this time, thinking Terri was right: get this over with quickly.

So, there I was. Proud thirteen-year-old owner of a really hard boner standing in front of my little eleven-year-old cousin. Sitting on the toilet in front of me. Staring my the pulsations of my cock right in front of her nose.

“Okay,” she whispered, “you better start rubbing it. Or did you want me to rub it for you?”

Who taught this girl to be this forward? Unbelievable.

“I’ll take care of things. You just sit there, be quiet and watch.”

And so I started in. It was hard to concentrate. My heart was beating with the horny excitement of a thirteen-year-old, but also with the dread potential of death awaiting me. My hand was a little shaky as I pulled back on my cock and then brought my hand back forward again. The skin on my penis was so tight, I couldn’t rely on that for any friction this time. It was just going to be my hand rubbing.

“What’s the matter?” Terri asked. She was quick on the draw to realize something wasn’t quite right.

“Well, my palms are all sticky and sweaty and it’s not as smooth as it should be. Sorry.”

“Oh, just let me do it. My palms aren’t sweaty and we need to get this thing soft again.” She was definitely a take charge girl.

And with that, she pushed my hand out of the way. She brought one hand up first and grabbed my penis and began to rub it.

“Careful; not so tight.” I said.

“Sorry; I’ve never done this and wasn’t sure how to do it.”

“Well, I hope you’ve never done this; and you really need to wait a long time until it happens again.” I tried to sound gruff, but it’s difficult when your younger cousin is pulling on your penis.

She got better after a few more pulls. Her hand formed a rhythm of its own. Back and forth over my hard-on. Then she switched hands. I suspect her little arms were tiring. About two more minutes passed.

“Maybe if you try two hands, one in front of the other, that might work better for you and me.”

“Okay,” she demured. “They’re small enough and you’re big enough that should work. Is it feeling good?”

“Yes,” I breathed out. “Very.”

With both hands, she slowly pumped away, back and forth, back and forth. Her head bobbed closer to the head of my penis as she got tot he back of her stroke. I was mesmerized. The feeling was growing stronger as she pulled away at me. In fact, I lost concentration and didn’t realize it until too late.

The first spurt of liquid shot out of me and hit her on the chin. Then, as she kept pumping away, a second, then a third and finally a really large fourth glob flew at her. She squinted her eyes so nothing would fly in them, but she kept right on pumping away, until I told her to just hold her hands still for a minute.

The last residual drips came out and fell on her leg and on the floor. I leaned m back against the door, at the release of sexual tension, as well as the relief we hadn’t been caught in the act.

“Here, let me get a wash cloth and wipe your face.” I offered.

“Thanks. I didn’t know it would do it that way. When I saw you with Ruth, I couldn’t tell what was coming out or where it went.”

I took a wet cloth and wiped her adorable little, freckly face. Then she used it to wipe off the dribbles on her leg and on the floor. I zipped up my pants as she finished the clean-up.

Then she stood up, reached up and tried to pull my head down. I knew what she was doing. Exactly what she’d seen her sister and me doing so many weeks before. I lowered my head to hers and we kissed. It was different than Ruth’s. This really was just a kiss between cousins, where as the one with Ruth had almost been like that of real lovers.

We pulled away from each, examined each other in the mirror, unlocked the door and headed upstairs.

Phew. Safe at last.

Of so I thought.

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