Six times it happened. Six God Damned times and each one was easier than the last despite me telling myself I should stop. I was 22 at the time, she was fifteen, and I'll be a sonofabitch if my cousin wasn't the hottest piece of ass I've had to date. Each and every time she started coming onto me, I put up less and less of a fight because she knew I was vulnerable. Every time, the little devil on my shoulder got bigger and the angel got more bruises.
I was a late bloomer. My cock was small all through high school, and I was fat. I played Guard for the football team for four years, even got offered a scholarship I didn't take because I wanted to pursue a career in music. After high school, I hit it pretty okay with my band and we ended up playing a few tours, at which point I started to lose weight. I went from 290 to 220 and all that muscle I had built up in the weight room started to show. At 17 my cock had started to finally fill itself out and by the time I was on tour I was confident in my 7 inches. Not huge, but nothing like the 4 I rocked from middle school to high school.
I lost my virginity in Fargo, North Dakota to a chick named Payson Long-Crow. Native American that happened to be into blues rock. After three years of touring, I had been around the block with more women than I care to remember, and then suddenly it was gone. The band hit a climax, and suddenly we didn't want to be around each other anymore. Five of the best friends that could ever be all went their separate ways. It fucking sucked and I moved back home with 86 dollars to my name and a bunch of worn out equipment.
When I got home, my family welcomed me back and I got a job at a local pizza shop flipping pies. That was where I started getting to know my cousin a little better. She was fourteen at the time and her family came in the shop once a week. It was usually during the slow times of the day when they came, so I was able to cook their food, then stand and talk to her for a few minutes. She was a little rocker herself, and she had bloomed early.
She had that trashy kind of look to her. Very plain, but cute in that weird way that made you curious just what was going on in that possibly dirty mind of hers. Always wore tank tops and tight jeans or daisy dukes. She was curvy, but not thick. Five foot three, a hundred and thirty pounds. No gut, but no abs to show either. When she sucked her stomach in, you could see her ribs. It always turned me on when she did this.
Her tits measured out to a 34C, perky like a young girl's should be, but soft enough that you knew they would get bigger and start sagging later. They did, in case you're curious.
My favorite times were during the summer, swimming at my aunt's pool, playing acoustic on the porch, and watching her prance around in a bikini no 14 year old should be allowed to wear. She was so sexy, and so off limits, and I wanted to fuck her so bad but knew I never could. It was wrong, you know? She was family. Close family. And yet, she was always there when I needed an ear. Young and naive, but seemingly wise.
She told me when she had lost her virginity the month before I came home. It was to some 16 year old kid who lasted all of 3 minutes, but that 3 minutes was enough to make her lust for cock all the time. Whenever we stayed up late over the summer, she would always ask me to tell her stories of my time on the tours. There were a lot, but she mainly wanted to hear about the girls I'd fucked. She always joked how I was so experienced and she'd only ever had one guy.
At her fifteenth birthday party, she invited all kinds of people over to go swimming. My family was there, her aunt and uncle kept my parents inside. I was one of the few people old enough to drink, and I just so happened to have a need to get absolutely hammered that night. The chick I had been dating had said she wasn't ready for any kind of relationship yet. Then posted her relationship status on Facebook with some dude I didn't know. I lost out to a stranger and it made me mad. So I drank. I drank a lot. I don't remember how much, but then I don't remember passing out on the couch with my dick hanging out either.
When I woke up, she was on the love seat sleeping and I was on the couch with my cock hanging out of my gym shorts for the world to see. There was a cum stain wiped on my shirt too, and I don't remember jacking off or anything. As a matter of fact, the only thing I remember was the last time I looked at the clock, It had read 11:23 PM, then getting back in the pool with another beer in my hand.
I got up, hung over as fuck, and went to take a cold shower. The water made me puke, and my aunt knocked on the door to make sure I was alright. She laughed when I told her I was hung over.
It was a Monday, in late July, so my aunt and uncle left for work. My parents had apparently left me there. She was their only child, and we were there alone. I finished my shower, thought about getting something to eat, then the reaction my stomach gave at the thought made me decide not to. Fucking hangovers suck, man.
Keeping quiet, I flipped on the living room TV, having changed into a clean pair of clothes. I put the volume around five, which was barely enough for me to hear above her breathing, but I didn't pay attention to it anyway. I just sat there and watched her sleep so peacefully, breasts rising and falling in a slow repetition. She was so simple and sexy. I couldn't stop thinking that she had made me cum while I was sleeping then wiped it on my shirt. It just seemed so fucking hot that she would do that.
When she started to wake up, I turned my attention back to the TV and started flipping through the channels until I found a movie I liked. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and I looked over at her. She had major bedhead and looked super groggy, but she smiled when she looked at me. "Good morning sleepyhead," I said.
"You look like shit," she replied. I laughed, telling her I felt like shit too. She got up and left for a few minutes. I heard her in the kitchen fixing some kind of drink. When she came back, she handed me alka seltzer and water, keeping a glass full of orange juice for herself. I looked at her and mumbled a thank you, she just shrugged and said maybe it would help me feel better, then sat down next to me and started drinking her juice. But she sat WAY closer than she needed to. Plenty of space on the couch, and we were hip to hip. I liked it, but instantly got kind of nervous.
When I looked at her and shifted slightly, she looked up with a slightly playful smile and said something along the lines of "Something wrong?" as she put her hand on my leg. Before I could answer or move her hand, she said "Oh, I get it. You're still not feeling good."
Then her hand moved to the bulge in my shorts and I froze.
"So it was you, wasn't it?" I asked
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, blushing obviously.
"Uh huh... sure..."
"What? I just wanted to see what yours looked like, but when I took it out it started growing and getting all hard so I got a little more curious and started stroking it. Took me ten fucking minutes to get that thing to shoot its sperm. You hardly even moved. I wasn't as satisfied. I wished you were awake. It made me horny as fuck... I had to make myself cum all alone on the other couch..."
The thought of my hot little cousin masturbating and making herself cum a mere few feet away while I slept turned me on to no end. I immediately started getting a hard on under her hand. She noticed and smiled at me.
"No," I said. "I'm not going to do this. Fuck that. You're family."
"So what? We've been learning in history that family's fucked each other all the time for some reason or another. Besides, I want to see your face when you cum."
"No, damnit..."
"Then why are you so hard."
She had me. It wasn't even a question. It was a statement. She knew she turned me on and she knew I would give in eventually. My mind was in the middle of World War Three and this time the bad guys were winning. I felt my resolve slowly slip away as she started rubbing in a circle on my jock. Five seconds of that and I was at full salute. She reached under the elastic band of my shorts and pulled my dick out, stroking it immediately.
"I want it in me," she said. "Now."
"There's no way--"
"Oh Wet enough. See?" She grabbed my hand and shoved it into her pajama bottoms. There were no panties, and she was right. Soaking fucking wet and ready for a cock. Still, I started rubbing her clit in a circle and she closed her eyes with a heavy sigh and relaxed back into me. If there was any resolve left not to fuck her, it disappeared immediately.
I pulled my hand out and sat up, pulling her up with me and taking her shirt off. No bra meant her tits were immediately available, but I stupidly didn't spend any time on them. I pulled her up to her knees, stood up myself and dropped my shorts, then yanked down her pajama pants. I think she whispered yes, but to this day I'm still not sure. I was focused and all I wanted to do was fuck the shit out of this sexy little underage pussy. I got one good look at her, bent over on the couch and looking back at me with pleading eyes, pussy soaking wet with a perfect labia. Then I was hips deep, ramming my cock in as hard and fast as I could.
It was sloppy, wet, and so fucking fantastic. The wet slapping of my balls hitting her clit, her stubble from shaving what I guess was two days before, and the feeling of her tight little pussy clenching over my dick as it pumped in and out of her felt like God himself had come down and given me a heavenly fist bump of sexual prowess. I grabbed hold of her hips and plowed my way into her memory forever more.
After what seemed like way less time than it was, I pulled out and flipped her over, pulling her pajama pants off the rest of the way before spreading her legs, sinking my cock back in her, then taking my shirt off. She reached up and clawed my chest and stomach as she looked me in the eyes and kept begging me to fuck her. Harder and harder until I was sweating bullets and every fiber of muscle in me was screaming from exertion.
I looked her in the eye while I was fucking her and somehow she knew I was close. "I want to taste it," she said.
I pulled out and like a good little fuck slut she got on her knees while I pulled my orgasm to. She opened her mouth, and I let go of my cock. Immediately she grabbed it and gave it a few short, clumsy, and inexperienced strokes before I was firing off rope after milky white rope of cum into the back of her throat. She didn't gag, but I could see she wanted to. I'm guessing with all the beer I had drank the night before it was probably bitter as hell. I didn't care. Those sexy blue eyes were staring into mine as she milked my cock for every last drop I could produce.
Her hand pumped away through the whole thing until I finally got too sensitive and stopped her. She sat back, rolling her tongue around and keeping her mouth open to show me she was playing with my jizz, then closed her mouth and swallowed it all. I sat down, dazed as hell and weak.
