"Gerald, I'm glad you were able to spend the weekend with us here on the farm," my aunt mentioned as we were having breakfast.

"Thank you, Aunt Emily. I love it here. There's so much more room to play compared to Mom and Dad's place in the city," I said between bites of food.

Aunt Emily looked at me, smiled, and said, "I just hope all the children around don't make you want to go home too early."

"There's a lot more to play with here, that's for sure. At home, it's just me, myself, and me, and we tend to get tired of each other," he told her jokingly.

Aunt Emily got my little joke and started laughing. My older male cousin got it too and started laughing. My female cousin, who was close to my age, got it as well and started giggling. Her giggling was really cute, not to mention her looks. We continued eating and talking until we were all full.

"I'm sorry to have to eat and run around with Mom, but I have to help Dad in the fields," said her eldest son as he got up from the table.

Uncle Jasper also got up from the table, kissed his wife, and said, "Yes... it's going to be a long day, probably not stopping for lunch, so we'll be really hungry by evening."

He kissed the other children on the head, told them it was going to be good, and that he would see them later. When he came to the door, he looked back and told us all to have fun.

"Goodbye, Uncle Jasper. I'll see you tonight at dinner." I said, as he began to walk through the door.

"I would let you help too, but you might be a little young for what we have to do," he said with a smile.

"Bye Dad!" Kimberly screamed as he disappeared out of sight.

Kimberly was my 12-year-old cousin. She was as sweet as silk. She had medium-length light brown hair, which was tied back in braids on the sides of her head. She had just started puberty, so she still had a little baby fat on her face and her breasts were just beginning to develop. She was quite short, but being on a farm, she, like the rest of the children nearby, were thin and muscular when they had to do their chores every day.

Cynthia was the cousin closest to my age. She was 15 when I was 16. Cynthia was also very cute, but being older than Kimberly, she'd lost some of that little-girl cuteness, so she was just adorable. She was taller than Kimberly, only a little shorter than me. She had 32B breasts and a hot-looking smile. Her hair was much longer than her sister's and was tied back in a neat ponytail. Her hair was also a lighter color and perfectly matched her deep blue eyes, which were the same color as both her sisters'.

Brenda was the youngest child at 7 years old. She was sweet, but in a childlike way. She was probably chubbier than the rest, but only because she hadn't grown enough to give her that baby-chubby look. She had
slightly darker hair than Kimberly and a child who still had an open chest.

Mathew was the 9-year-old son. He was tall and thin. Like his older brother, who had already left, he had short brown hair and hazel eyes.

All my cousins were nice and it was fun to be around them. They were all well-mannered and very respectful of someone older than them. I think that's why I enjoyed my trips to their farm. With the departure of my older cousin, I became the oldest; therefore, I was seen as the one in charge. This was sometimes to my advantage.

It was summertime, which meant we were all in shorts and T-shirts. Of all my cousins, Kimberly was the only one wearing a bra. Mathew had on a pair of jeans that had been cut off, probably because he'd gotten them too big. Brenda had some plain red pull-up shorts that seemed a size too big. They almost reached her knees and were loose-fitting, which wasn't flattering at all. Kimberly had a pair of baby blue pull-up shorts that fit well, not too tight and not too loose either. Cynthia wore a super cute pair of pink pull-up shorts that looked like they'd been left over from the previous year. They might have been worn and were a little faded, but boy, did they look good on her. They were tight in all the right places, showing off her cute bum, and when she stood, they gave me a great camel-zoe shot. 

"Well, now that you've all had enough to eat, you can all go outside and play. I'll call you later in the day for lunch," Aunt Emily told us all.

We thanked her for breakfast and told her how good it was. One by one, we went out the back door of the house into the large courtyard. I made sure I was the last one. Not just to be nice, but also so I could watch Cynthia's backside wobble out the door.

We had only been outside for a few minutes when several other children appeared. They were of all ages and sizes, but none as old or tall as me, which made me feel superior. After some chatting, we decided to play a game of ball. It was like softball, but we didn't have much equipment. Nobody wore gloves, and we only had a few bats. The bases were simply some pieces of cardboard we found in the trash cans. We played for a while, but then some of the children decided to end the game early.

With only about eight of us left, four of whom weren't even ten years old, we decided to play hide-and-seek. I didn't think it would be fair for me to be the one seeking, so I let one of the neighbor's children be it. With such a large garden and so many good hiding places, a game would probably last until lunchtime. We set some boundaries simply to make it a little easier, but even with the boundaries, we could all be well hidden for quite some time, especially since we were able to move to a second spot if we wanted to.

We started the round with a little boy who hid his eyes and counted to 100. Just as he began counting, the rest of us scattered. I don't think any of us saw where the others were going because there were so many different places to hide.

I made my way around the back of one of the barns and found a well hidden, a fairly large spot to hide. There was a way in, and with large things piled up on the other three sides, I could simply stand there and wait to be found, or not. I was just getting comfortable when suddenly Cynthia stuck her head into my hiding place. At first, we were both startled. I hadn't expected anyone to use the same hiding place, and I knew the time wasn't right for the boy to come looking for me. She felt the same way, but at that point, we were both confused about what to do.

Before we did or said anything, we heard the boy at the top of his lungs scream, "99... 100... ready or not here, I'm coming..."

"Come in here before we both get caught." I commanded.

She smiled and quickly moved on to my once private, no longer so private, spot. There was plenty of space in the area, so much so that we were both hidden without touching anyone.
Others. We stood in complete silence in our hiding place when we heard the boy running around the barn. We knew that if we made a noise, he would hear it, so we remained quiet. About a minute later, we heard him find one of the other children, and then a few minutes after that, he found Brenda. We could tell he was now far on the other side of the yard, so we relaxed.

"That was close," I told Cynthia quietly.

"Um... hmmm...", she agreed.

I watched as she turned around and stepped towards the entrance of our special hideaway. Looking down at her backside, I saw her pink shorts clinging tightly to her body. I had enjoyed the view all morning, and now that we were alone, and as long as she didn't turn around, I could look at anything I wanted without fear of being seen. I could feel my penis.
Start growing in my shorts as I stared at her sexy 15-year-old ass.

With her back to me, I thought I would be brave enough to ask, "Cynthia? Do you have a boyfriend you're kissing?"

"Huhhh ... what???" She whispered as her body spun around.

I swallowed hard and said again: "Do you have a friend you kiss?"

"Why do you ask?" she answered, as I saw her eyes meet mine.

I wasn't just heavy at that moment, as I throbbed, and it showed. I'm sure she could see the outline of my shaft as she pushed away from my body, then withdrew as it pulsed with my rapid heartbeat.

"I... um... well... I... I... I didn't want to... um... try... um... anything if you have a boyfriend." I babbled.

Cynthia blushed and then asked, "Would we try to kiss me?"

"Um... Hmmm..." was the best I could manage.

"But we are cousins..." she told me sternly.

By now I was too deep and far too excited to give up. I hadn't broken down in a week, and the lack of an orgasm was making my morale plummet. I knew I had to say something, but what?

Finally, my brain decoded and I replied: "So... haven't you heard of Kissing Cousins?"

She blushed again and, still with her eyes on my throbbing erection, she murmured, "but... but... but..." She shook her head to get her thoughts back in order before continuing: "No! I don't have a boyfriend."

Now, to get that out of the way, I moved on by asking, "Do you like kissing?"

Now she showed interest and began to question my intentions: "What kind of kiss? I kiss Mom and Dad all the time."

Knowing my time was limited, I quickly said, "No... not that kind of kiss, more like one where the lips touch for longer than a few seconds. And maybe even with an open mouth..."

I didn't want to scare her off, so I paused before telling her directly that I wanted to kiss her sexy little mouth with my tongue. More than ever, I wanted to plunge my tongue into her mouth and explore it. I wanted to feel her tongue in mine. I wanted to taste her saliva as it dripped from her tongue onto mine. The more I thought about what I wanted to do, the harder I got, until I felt like my penis was going to rip my shorts wide open.

Cynthia then surprised me with the words: “Okay… we can try it.”

I tilted my head to the side as I moved closer to her face. At first, she tilted her head in the same direction until she realized that wasn't going to work. So she changed direction and moved closer to me as well. I leaned forward slightly and pressed my lips to hers. Purely instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her slender, toned body as she wrapped hers around mine. We drew closer together and began to moan softly. By now, we had completely forgotten about the game and lunch, thinking only of kissing. My hormones were raging, and without thinking about who or where I was kissing her, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Her lips remained tightly closed, so I tried to pry them open with my tongue. Either from excitement or lack of willpower, she slowly parted her lips and let my tongue in. Shortly after my tongue entered her mouth, I felt her tongue move into mine. We both moaned even louder when I gave my cousin her first French kiss.

I'd come this far and wondered how far Cynthia would go. I made my next move. I lowered my hands to her buttocks and pulled her so tightly against me that I knew she could feel my throbbing shaft. I must have hit her clit with my stiff glans because she let out a soft grunt, similar to the one I made at night in bed when I was masturbating and didn't want anyone to hear that I'd come.

"Did I just make my cousin come? Was that a grunt to show me she wanted more? She didn't push me away, so she definitely wanted more," I thought as I took my next step.

I took one hand from her buttocks and pressed it between our bodies. As I placed it on her vulva, I felt the heat radiating from her intimate area. I didn't feel any wetness, but that didn't mean her panties weren't wet. It only meant her shorts weren't wet yet.

Not only did I risk more trouble than necessary and making Cynthia angry with me forever, but I also placed my fingertips on the tip of her vulva. I found the small bump that I knew would be her clitoris and pressed gently but very firmly while rubbing it up and down.

Cynthia's breathing instantly tripled, her body began to tremble. She pulled her face away from mine, laid her head on my shoulder next to my neck, and groaned softly and growled, "Ohhh... shit..."

Then, almost as quickly as those movements, she broke our embrace, pushing me back with one hand and swatting my hand away from her pussy with the other. I quickly wondered if I'd gone too far and hastily devised another plan until I found out why she'd done that.

“Kimberly… Um… That’s not how it looks!” Cynthia blurted out.

Now that I knew what was going on, I turned around and saw Cynthia's 12-year-old sister watching us kiss. My front came into the little girl's view. Her eyes immediately fell on the bulge in my pants and the large wet patch in the middle.

While she was still staring at my crotch, Kimberly quickly replied, "No? Then what's going on? Looks like you two were making out?"

"Um... So... I... Um... You see... It's like this..." Cynthia stammered. When her thoughts cleared, she asked, "How do you know we're making out?"

For the first time since Kimberly had seen my package, she broke eye contact and looked directly into her sister's face. I watched as Kimberly's eyes rolled back, she put her hands on her hips, tilted her head, and gasped loudly, "Seriously? You know I had sex education last year. It was the first time our school offered it, and Mom thought it was a good idea, so I took it. Now I'm glad she did." Kimberly giggled furiously.

Well, with no other option, Cynthia went into negotiation mode. I myself would have agreed to anything, because I had the most to lose. The only problem was that I hadn't been invited to the negotiating table.

“You’re not going to tell, are you?” said Cynthia, while trying to get a sense of the situation.

“Maybe… Maybe not…”, she replied with a wicked look.

Cynthia exhaled loudly and asked, “Okay… What do I have to do?”

Around that moment, we heard the boy still searching for the three of us and running back toward the back of the barn. Luckily, Kimberly had gone far enough back that she couldn't be seen just by moving around. We all froze without saying another word. My erection had subsided by then, but the wet patch had grown even larger. I knew that if I was seen now, I would certainly be interrogated, so I definitely didn't want anyone else to discover my hiding place. A minute later, he passed by, and we could hear him again on the other side of the yard.

Kimberly picked up where they left off, saying without pause or thought, "Let me watch."

"Really? You don't want to do anything but watch?" Cynthia asked.

“Yes… first of all…”, she giggled.

Having no other choice, we returned to our previous position. Kimberly agreed to stand guard so we wouldn't be caught by others. We moved closer to the entrance so she could see us and also watch out for anyone else who might approach us.

Now that we were less afraid of being caught, we were more relaxed. It wasn't long before my erection returned and Cynthia's pussy was wet again. Our tongues battled in our mouths as we tasted what the other had eaten for breakfast. I loved the taste of her saliva, and the taste of what she had eaten a few hours earlier intensified my arousal even more.

I soon began rubbing her clitoris through her tight shorts, and once again her breathing tripled, her body beginning to tremble. She pulled her face away from mine, laid her head on my shoulder near my neck, and moaned softly, "Ohhh... shit..."

I had just brought my cousin to orgasm a second time, and she still wanted more. I desperately needed relief. Without asking, I started pulling down her shorts, taking her panties with me. She didn't resist at all; on the contrary, she started reaching for mine. When we were both naked from the waist down, she stepped back to see what I had hidden in my shorts. She took my hand and pulled me to the floor. We got comfortable and soon got back to work; knowing Kimberly was watching turned me on even more than we thought. With a sweet gasp, she grabbed my 6-inch, rock-hard shaft. She started pulling and playing with it, not knowing what to do. I wanted her to do it right, but then I wanted my fingers even deeper inside her wet pussy. I figured if I started fingering her, she'd soon figure out what to do with my penis. I plunged my finger into her soaking wet pussy and found her love canal filled with girl sperm and pussy juice. It was so hot, so wet, so slippery that I almost came without her touching me. I'd only been sliding my finger in and out of her pussy for a few minutes when she arched her back and came for the third time. I couldn't hold back any longer. I moved and sat on top of my cousin. I spread her legs and moved closer to her pussy. With my shaft inside her slit like a sausage in a hot dog bun, I began thrusting as if we were having sex. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and just before I came, I realized I wanted the whole experience. I wanted to be inside my cousin.

This cousin of mine was a real nymphomaniac. She couldn't get enough, which made me wonder if she was still a virgin. I was just about to plunge my penis deep into her pussy when she came for the fourth time. I thought she'd let me in since she was still aroused, so I grabbed the shaft and guided it into her love hole.

"Stop!" Cynthia screamed as she pushed me off the body, almost naked.

"What?", I shouted back.

"We can't... I mean, we shouldn't... I mean, not now..." she said, as she tried to get dressed.

"Why?" I pouted, as the pre-ejaculate came out of the tiny hole on my head.

Cynthia took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips and said: "I'm on the pill and we don't have a condom. I just can't get pregnant."

I looked into her eyes and pleaded, "How about a blowjob?" When I realized she was seriously considering it, I sweetened the deal by saying, "I'll lick your pussy at the same time."

"Well... okay... BUT... keep that thing away from my pussy." She demanded.

"Okay." I've made a compromise.

She pulled her panties off again and lay back down on the floor. To make sure she hadn't pulled out before I'd finally released my load, I moved on top of my cousin in the 69 position and immediately started licking her pussy. I wanted to bring her to the point where she was on the verge of coming, granting her access to my male anatomy. With my tongue buried deep inside her pussy slit, I took control of the situation. I teased her clit as I slowly lowered my hips and finally allowed her to slide her head into my mouth. The more I licked, the deeper I came, until I was just before she came last time. She thrust her hips into my face as I thrust my hips against hers. Just as I was about to come, I lovingly bit her clit, sending her into an orgasmic free fall. Her juices began to flow from her slit as if I'd just punctured a water pipe. The rush of juice from between her legs brought me over the top and I began to tremble as I felt my cock spurt hot sperm into my cousin's throat.

I never learned when or how she learned to be so good. I think it was simply an inherited trait that ran in the family. I really didn't care why; I just knew it was the best blowjob I had ever received in my life, or ever will.

We were lying on the floor trying to recover from the best sex we'd ever had, when we heard "WOW!!!"

We had both completely forgotten about Kimberly. Not just that we had forgotten about her, but we had completely forgotten about the game; we were all playing and why Kimberly was standing where she was. We were simply lucky; no, someone came by looking for us, because Kimberly was no help at all, just a quick glance outside; she was too excited about what she saw.

I have no idea why, unless it was just sexual perversion, but out of the blue I asked Kimberly, "Did you know that two girls can do that?"

"Really?" chirped Kimberly. She looked at Cynthia and begged with her gaze, asking, "Can we try?"

“Please…”, Kimberly pleaded.

With one thing in mind, I got off Cynthia to make room for her sister, to take my place. Kimberly sensed it was about to happen; with a swift movement, she pulled off her shorts and panties. That was my main prize. I wanted to see Kimberly's bare pussy. I wanted to know if it was hairless. I wanted to see what a little 12-year-old pussy looked like, and soon I got answers to all my questions.

While Cynthia's pussy was sweet, juicy, exciting, and very sexy, I found Kimberly's pussy extremely cute and childlike. It was completely hairless, just like the day she was born. The exact look of a 12-year-old's hairless pussy was far more than my little boy's body could handle. I sprang back to life with a throbbing 13 cm penis poking right out of my body.

I helped Kimberly get into position and told her to do what Cynthia would do to her. With one eye out, looking for anyone who might approach us, and another eye on the two sisters giving each other oral pleasure, I felt like I was in heaven. My precum was once again flowing from my little slit as I watched these two young girls licking each other.
the other person's pussy.

It wasn't long before my full attention was focused on the two girls, who were on the verge of an exciting orgasm. With one hand on my shaft and the other on my balls, I began to stroke myself to an incredible climax. I watched with great anticipation as the two sweet young girls licked and sucked each other until they both began to tremble.

“Bite her clitoris… bring her over the edge…” I said loudly, hoping they would both do the same to each other.

I was lucky and they both managed to get over the edge at the same time. Both girls moaned, shoving each other's faces and trembling as if they were on some kind of drug; I knew they both came hard. I was almost there myself.

Kimberly looked up at me and her sweet 12-year-old smiling face, covered with her sperm, as she asked, "Did you enjoy watching?"

Shit... That was all she wrote. I fell to my knees, pointed my hard cock in Kimberly's face and said, "Suck the sperm out of my balls, please..."

She leaned forward and I pressed her lips to hers until they were warm. Her mouth, still tinged with her sister's vaginal fluid, was wrapped around my cock. In less than sixty seconds, I shot a load of sperm equal to the load I had just put in Cynthia's mouth a few minutes before. Kimberly and her small, 12-year-old mouth took in my entire load without a single drop.
Spilled. She sucked my shaft dry, released it from her suction, and looked up at me with her mouth open to show me that she had swallowed it all. I bent down and quickly went into a lip-movement with her. I wanted to taste not only my own semen but also more of her sister's semen, but the most exciting thing was to taste my cousin's tongue and spit.

We broke the kiss and smiled at each other. I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more. It could have been licking Cynthia's pussy, it could have been watching the two sisters lick each other's pussies, or it could have been me blowing my load down a 12-year-old's throat. I truly enjoyed every part of the experience.

The three of us stood there looking at each other, naked from the waist down, when we were all brought back to reality by hearing "Cynthia!" Kimberly! Gerald! Cynthia!! Kimberly!! Gerald!! Lunchtime!!"

"I'll be right there, Mom!!" Cynthia shouted back as we all went for our clothes.

We quickly got dressed and checked each other for signs of semen or mess before venturing out of our perfect hiding place. We ran inside as Aunt Emily gave us a strange look. We all washed our hands and sat down to eat.

Shortly after we started eating, Mathew asked, "So...what happened to the three of you? Jacob gave up looking for you, so we all searched. I couldn't find you anywhere. Did you leave the play area?"

I looked up and replied with a smile: “No, we were in the designated area. I found the perfect hiding place first, and then Cynthia came in just before Jacob started looking. By then it was too late for her to find another spot. A short time later, Kimberly switched places to the same one we had hidden in. We could hear Jacob moving around, but nobody could find us, so I guess we had the best hiding place we've ever had.”

"It must have been there, so where is it?" asked Mathew.

"We need to know this, and you need to find out. A magician said, 'He doesn't reveal his secrets, so neither will we.' I giggled.

The end

Sometimes everything just falls apart, no matter how hard you try to do the right thing for everyone around you. Sometimes all the signs are there, but you're so busy doing your job as provider and protector (because that's a damn man's job, after all) that you miss them all...

When Jenna became pregnant again after the miscarriage of our first baby, she seemed happy, but she had no idea how a woman carrying my child must feel. I guess I didn't notice how little she was involved in the planning and preparation. My third deployment to Iraq was imminent, and I chalked up her apparent lack of enthusiasm to the fact that after my son was born, I'd be eating sand in the middle of the desert with my platoon of 27 hard-nosed soldiers, not knowing how long I'd be there or how many original parts I'd still have with me when I returned.

I knew it was hard, and in hindsight, we probably had little right to pretend we could function like any other normal family, but Jenna seemed to be doing her best, and I couldn't ask more of her. Because I was pregnant, the Marines actually managed to get me home after ten months, so Killen was five months old when I returned. I spent my entire teenage years dreaming of the day I would get married and become a father to a boy. I was completely beside myself, experiencing feelings that men like me should never feel until the moment you hold your own child in your arms.

It is this permission to become human again, to be vulnerable and to love without shame, that is the true miracle, and it wasn't long before I realized that Jenna wasn't experiencing this miracle with me. During my deployment, Jenna's mother, Carrie (with whom I got along well), practically became my live-in nanny. She looked after Killan all day and even stayed with me many nights. I was happy for Jenna to have the help she needed, but I later learned from Carrie that Jenna's postpartum depression was so severe that at one point she couldn't even get out of bed to feed him. She couldn't ignore his crying for so long that she was finally forced to call her mother and confess what was going on. Jenna kept her illness a secret from me so as not to burden me with a problem I couldn't do anything about from a desert on the other side of the world.

But I could tell from her voice alone during every phone call or Skype conversation that something was seriously wrong. The woman I was talking to wasn't the girl I'd fallen for in high school and married between graduation and leaving for training camp. Every conversation with her reeked of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" and made me feel like my wife had been replaced by a complete stranger. I couldn't wait to get home, get to the bottom of Jen's problems, and give her the help she needed to overcome them. The therapy sessions and medication seemed to help somewhat, but her bond with Killan just wasn't developing the way it should have, and eventually, Carrie had to take on the primary responsibility of raising him. The cycle of long deployments and returning home to deal with Jen's illness continued for another five years until, after my last deployment, I found only Carrie and my son at home. Jenna had packed all her things and left, unwilling to confront her decision. I was devastated.

All I ever wanted to be was a tough soldier, husband, and father, and now here I was—no longer a Marine or a husband. I desperately wanted to extend my contract after my eight years were up, but given the situation at home, I couldn't in good conscience continue being away from my family for months on end without being able to do my part to fix things. My entire military career had been about solving problems, and yet I was completely unable to deal with the biggest problem of my life. My resignation was accepted under the circumstances, and now here I was, a former Marine trying to navigate life not only as a civilian but also as a single father.

Carrie did her best to support me through my transition by being available to look after Killan as much as possible. However, at some point, her loyalty to her daughter had to take precedence over her love for her grandchild (especially after the divorce was finalized), and her daily presence in our lives eventually dwindled to the usual weekends and holidays.

As Carrie's presence diminished, my buddy and best friend Nick stepped in and took his rightful place as my most important friend, my best buddy, my loyal companion. The rest of our platoon called us "husbros," and we just brushed it off since none of us really disagreed. Nick had been "more than a friend but less than a wife" since high school, and our emotional connection wasn't a big secret to anyone who knew us, and we didn't try to analyze it too much. We were too straight to sleep together, so we were content just to be buddies who loved each other in every way, and that was that. Nick's retirement just a year after mine allowed him to move to a place only a five-minute walk from my house. From then on, anyone who didn't know us and had seen us at McDonald's or Dave and Buster's would have easily assumed we were a gay married couple raising a child.

Killan grew up to be the kind of kid you'd expect to have two tough Marines in your life. Between me and "Uncle Nick," Kil was physically focused and years ahead of his peers in agility and speed, making him a star in his youth soccer and hockey leagues. At 10, he was just under 5 feet tall, but beneath his typical pre-pubescent physique lay a power and strength that was actually quite frightening. We constantly had to remind him that he wasn't like other boys, and he had to keep his "superpower" in check to avoid seriously injuring his peers. He tried. He really tried, but bloody noses and minor broken bones seemed to become increasingly common topics of conversation over the years, and the only small consolation was that Kil needed full padding and helmets for both sports. Nick and I worried about the potential carnage if he ever decided to take up wrestling or, God forbid, boxing.

Nick and I decided to combine our home gyms into a single one, and since Kil was no longer using the basement as his personal playroom, we completely renovated it into a fully equipped gym with all sorts of weights, racks, machines, and even a shower, so we could have sold memberships. Kil wanted to turn his occasional workouts into daily rituals right away, just like his dad and uncle, and he wasn't about to let anything stop him. We had no choice but to become his personal trainers, as neither of us was willing to let a ten-year-old run wild on a playground where he could get hurt. 

Kil's training was characterized by the same Zen-like focus he displayed on the field. I knew he'd inherited at least some of his focus from me (I wasn't a high-ranking Marine sniper for nothing), but I also knew the rest was his way of coping with the pain his mother had inflicted. Behind every consistent A and B on his report card, behind every pass he caught and ran towards goal, behind every slapshot that found the back of the net, and behind every bead of sweat he shed while taking another powerful shot, lay another moment when he didn't have to think about it.

These moments, and the temporary respite they gave him, made him addicted. Kil's therapist had warned me for years that his abandonment issues would manifest one way or another, and if they were going to, they were going to. As a father, I could think of a dozen other destructive things he might become addicted to, or unhealthy behaviors he might develop. Nick agreed, and we both did our best to give him the support and encouragement he needed. In just three years, Killan had transformed from a skinny little boy into a 5'9" alpha male with 150 pounds of muscle on a body that looked like it belonged to a porn star. He was about to start high school as a very attractive kid, with all the privileges and perks that would come with it.

Speaking of porn: My cheesy, backwoods dad never made sex an uncomfortable topic for me, and we had a healthy and open relationship with it as soon as I was old enough to understand. Even if not, eight years in the Marines takes away any reservations you might have about your own body or sex anyway. That's why I've made it my goal to raise Kil the same way.

If you view everything to do with sex as shameful or embarrassing, you end up raising a little beta slut, not a real alpha. I knew Kil had had a very healthy relationship with his left hand for a few years, which Nick and I had encouraged a lot, but we felt he was ready to take his passion to the next level, which is why last Christmas he got a selection of pocket pussies and a giant bottle of lube under the tree and was as excited as a five-year-old with a new Transformers playset. I was a single guy with an insatiable sex drive, and Nick was just as bad, and neither of us saw any reason to pretend to Killan that we weren't fucking pussy at every opportunity.

Kil knew, and I was happy to fuel his lust sessions by playing the porn Nick and I had just watched on the big-screen TV so he could jerk off when he got home from practice, or the non-stop parade of top-notch pussies he got to see in and out of my bedroom. I know he heard a lot too, hearing me like a fucking rabbit through the thin walls of my room right next to his fucking, and often I knew he had his cock in his fist, timing his orgasm perfectly with mine, and it made me come even harder knowing my boy was going at it like a champion, just like his dad.

A boy like Kil, who was made for procreation, should by now be drowning in a sea of pussies all his own. His cock barely gets a chance to dry between reproductive sessions, and he's on the phone and texting girls every minute in between, right up until the early hours, yet he remained strictly focused on nothing but grades and sports. Nick and I encouraged him to go to parties and socialize at every opportunity (and there were plenty of opportunities between football/hockey parties), but he showed a remarkable disinterest in actually approaching the opposite sex, even though he was perfectly capable of talking to girls (and adults), having been raised from a young age to have a playful attitude.

Kil was certainly capable of some of the most masterful flirting ever seen from someone his age, when the rare opportunity arose. As the son of a Marine, he was always "Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am," so he was admired not only by his peers but also by adults. Despite all the positive attention, he remained socially withdrawn. His Uncle Nick and his best (and practically only) friend, Branch Nolan, the quarterback of his team, were the only people besides me with whom he spent the little free time he allowed himself outside of school and sports.

Summer was drawing to a close, Kil had just celebrated his 13th birthday, high school was just around the corner, and I was determined that my boy would arrive at school with the legendary reputation of a master cock, just like his father. I wasn't quite sure how to awaken Sleeping Beauty from his spell, but Nick and I were confident we could devise a plan to finally get my boy's cock wet and take his virginity.

I was at a youth soccer tournament in a multi-purpose hall. My nephew was one of the players, and I wanted to cheer him on. His team was playing soon, and I thought I'd stop by the snack bar before watching. I was standing behind several players in team uniforms, boys and girls, who were ordering. One of them was a young, blonde girl with a ponytail, very fit and tanned, maybe ten years old. At one point, she glanced over her shoulder at something behind me, turned forward, and then back to me. When our eyes met, she gave me a radiant smile and then went back to the snack bar. "What bright blue eyes," I thought.

It wasn't unusual for a girl to smile at me. I never had trouble finding a date. I was 6 feet tall, usually weighed around 176 pounds, had blue eyes and light brown hair. I was fairly well-built and spent time at the gym every week practicing Jiu-Jitsu. I'd recently started boxing after a friend was approached on the street one night. But I'd never had such a young girl smile at me like that. She ordered, and I was close enough to hear her. It was a fairly large portion, so I figured she was ordering for others on her team. I ordered next and then went to join the other customers to wait. I crept up beside her, bent down, and said, "I heard your order. I can help you bring some of that back if you'd like." Again, that radiant smile, and she accepted my offer. "My father does the shopping for the family, and I thought I could get it. I could probably manage it alone, but it would be better with two people. I should have brought my sister."

"No problem," I assured her.

We got our food, and she led us back to the fans who were standing in groups around the pitch. She approached a group that appeared to be her family: father, mother, sister, and a boy in a team uniform. She introduced me to her family while the boy hurriedly ate his food. Her father, Pat Alford, asked me why I was there, and I told him about my nephew's team. Pat explained that sometimes a parent would attend every game if both Kenzie and Alton were playing. I deduced that Kenzie was the girl I had been helping.

I held out my hand. "Jason. Nice to meet you."

He shook my hand and thanked me for helping Kenzie. Then he introduced me to his wife, Ally, his eight-year-old daughter, Tara, and 13-year-old Alton, whose coach beckoned him over. Pat was taller than me, about 6 feet 2 inches, and heavier, but in good shape. I noticed that Kenzie was the spitting image of her mother, and I thought I knew what Kenzie would look like in her mid-thirties. Ally was very pretty, with a small bottom, a slim figure, and barely visible breasts. She also looked quite athletic. Tara was a smaller version of Kenzie, and Alton was a dark-haired young man, rather slim, but just as toned and tanned as Kenzie. I pointed to the spot where my nephew was playing and said I had to go over there, as it was about to start. Kenzie jumped up after she'd finished her food and asked, "Dad, can I watch with Jason?" Kenzie was given permission to come along since her last match was already over, so we walked across the grass to a pitch two fields away. Kenzie was very outgoing, and I got a detailed overview of her football skills, where she went to school, and even the names of her pets. I was a little taken aback when she took my hand, but I figured that was just how things were in her family and accepted it.

After the soccer game, we found her family, who had already packed and were waiting for her. When her parents saw us walking towards them holding hands, Pat laughed and laughed. Ally chimed in: "Do you have a new boyfriend, Kenzie?" I felt a little uncomfortable with the comment, being 20 years old. Kenzie, on the other hand, just said, "Yep!" She let go of my hand and ran the last bit towards her. We waved to each other as we parted ways, and I went to my car.

We saw each other often over the rest of the summer while the soccer league was in session. Several big soccer tournaments were held at the sports ground, and the more we saw and talked, the closer we became. Kenzie always managed to sit next to me, and she treated me like a friend, for crying out loud. She'd occasionally put her arm around me and lean against me, and sometimes she'd sit on my lap with her head against my chest. She often wiggled her little bottom, causing my pants to slip down a bit, but she never said anything about it. Pat and Ally didn't seem to find anything wrong with this behavior, and I gradually relaxed and just went along with it.

At the last game, Pat invited me to their end-of-season barbecue, which they always held at home for the family. I gratefully accepted, as all I could look forward to was a leftover roast beef sandwich in my small apartment. The Alford residence was large and comfortable: four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, and a garden with a patio, fireplace, and barbecue. Alton and Kenzie immediately went to shower and change, and the rest of us went into the kitchen to prepare for the barbecue. Ally started getting out the already prepared dishes and the steaks, while Pat went outside to preheat the grill. I grabbed a soft drink and strolled out onto the patio to join Pat.

While Pat and I were talking, Kenzie came out. Her hair was still wet, and she was wearing a white crop top and tight shorts that showed off her tanned legs. Kenzie immediately came over to me, put her arm around my waist, and gave me a hug. I, of course, put my hand on her shoulder, and we stood there while Pat and I talked about the past soccer season. I still felt a little uncomfortable with the dynamic between Kenzie and me, but I tried to play it cool. The fact that Pat and Ally didn't seem to have a problem with it helped a lot to ease my concerns.

After dinner, Kenzie grabbed my hand and started pulling. "Come on, Jason! I'll show you my room!" she said, pulling me down the hall. I glanced over my shoulder at Ally, who just laughed and said, "Be careful!" Kenzie giggled and pulled me on, leading me through a door into a young girl's surprisingly tidy bedroom and closing the door behind us. 

The room consisted mainly of a queen-size bed with frilly covers, a walk-in closet, a dresser, and a nightstand. Kenzie showed me her seashell collection, which she had gathered on vacation, and we toured her turtle aquarium while she gave me a surprisingly detailed explanation of turtle care. When we were finished, Kenzie turned around, took off her shorts, leaned over her bed, and asked over her shoulder, "How do you like it?"

My heart stopped, and despite the cute little cock in front of me, all I saw was a cell door slamming shut. Kenzie saw my expression and laughed, then turned around and kicked her shorts all the way off. She quickly pulled off her shirt, revealing her entire body to me.
She came to me, placed her hands on my forearms and said quietly, "It's okay. My parents know what I do, and they don't mind."

I found it difficult to speak. Finally, I croaked, "What are we going to do?"

Kenzie giggled again, then turned around and presented her bottom to me once more.
“As we wish,” she said with that radiant smile.

"Um..." I stammered. "Well, what do you want to do?"

She shook her bottom and said, "I want you to lick me first. Make me really wet, and then we'll see what happens."

I looked at her bottom, a really cute little bottom. Pale skin, a tiny, wrinkled asshole, a smooth pussy with just a hint of white fuzz. As if in a dream, I knelt behind her, placed my hands on her buttocks, and leaned forward. I knew how to treat a woman and tried to forget that she was only ten.

Although it was clearly visible, I spread her tiny buttocks and focused on her sweet, little, pink, wrinkled asshole. I admired it for a few seconds, then leaned forward and licked it once, then ran my tongue over it, occasionally exploring it with the tip. Kenzie moaned, "Oooh..." and pressed herself against me. I pressed my face against her and licked her harder with my tongue until I was licking down her pussy. I had enough experience to think I knew exactly how to lick a woman.

Kenzie spread her legs wider and propped her torso up on her elbows, which were resting on the bed. I now had free access to all her most sensitive spots, and I took full advantage of it. I pressed the tip of my nose against her tight sphincter, licked her pussy vigorously, and soon felt her own juices on my tongue. They had a very mild, sweet taste, and I licked them up as quickly as they came out.

Slightly panting, Kenzie stood up, turned around, and said, "Wait." I leaned back on my heels, and she held out her hands. I took them, and she helped me to my feet. She reached around the waistband of my shorts and said, "I want to see your cock." I stood still as she pulled down my gym shorts. When she had pulled them down far enough, my cock sprang out, fully erect.

"So hard..." she whispered to herself, taking my cock in her hands. She stroked it briefly, then gently rubbed it against her soft cheek, enjoying it, licking it a few times, taking the tip in her mouth, and
She sucked on it for a while. My toes curled at the feeling of her soft lips encircling my throbbing shaft. Kenzie began to rock on my stiff cock, though she wasn't getting much of it in her mouth. One of her hands moved to my balls, and she began to gently massage them.

When I felt a tingling sensation, I knew I was going to explode in her mouth. Right at that moment, she let my cock slide out. I gasped, my hips thrusting forward uncontrollably. Kenzie giggled and said, "Sorry, I want you to come inside me."

In the throes of passion, I had abandoned all thoughts of restraint. Kenzie turned me around, pushed me with my back to her bed, and then gently squeezed my stomach. I sat up and leaned back as Kenzie climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach, then reaching behind her with one hand to grasp my throbbing member. She guided the tip toward her smooth pussy and moved back until we touched. Then she began to sway her hips slightly, pushing me inside her. When the tip of my penis was firmly inside her, Kenzie placed her small hands on my chest and pushed back, so that my penis sank about two centimeters deep into her dripping pussy.

She moved forward slightly, then leaned back again without pausing, and I was inside her in one swift motion. I was completely taken aback and thought, "She's not a virgin, that's for sure." Maybe not a virgin, but tighter than anything I'd ever experienced before. Kenzie sat up and began rocking on my hard shaft with long, gentle thrusts. I felt the tingling return, and it wasn't long before I shot a huge load of sticky cum into her tight pussy. Kenzie felt it and urged me on. "Fill me up, give me your cum," she said in a husky, youthful voice, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

Her hair was loose and swept around her shoulders, her small breasts spilling out, and she looked so beautiful. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down as I thrust upward, plunging into her. I pounded into her relentlessly, our skin slapping as our bodies met, my orgasm seeming to last forever. As I slowed, Kenzie leaned forward, letting my cock slide out and slap against my stomach. At my questioning look, Kenzie just smiled and slid forward until her pussy was right above my face. "Lick me," Kenzie said insistently. "Lick my pussy. Make me cum in your face."

I was only too happy to oblige. I slurped and licked and drank her juices and my own semen as it flowed out, sucking on her budding clitoris until she began to tremble and shake, making soft "Ooh. Ooh. Ooh" sounds. Her juices then really started to flow, and she sat on my face as her orgasm unfolded. I couldn't lick properly because her full weight was on top of me, but I made small movements with my tongue to show her I wasn't suffocating her.

When her orgasm was over, she relaxed briefly, then turned around, straddled my head, grabbed my still-erect cock, and began licking and sucking it. With her pussy directly above me again, I started licking it, gently this time, knowing she'd be sensitive after her orgasm. Her sweet little asshole was right at eye level, and I wanted to slip my tongue inside again.

When Kenzie finally felt she'd cleaned enough, she rolled off me onto the bed, turned around, and laid her small body on top of me. That's when I noticed the whole family standing in the doorway. I don't know how long they'd been watching, but my initial concern vanished when I saw Pat and Ally smiling. Pat had his hand inside Ally's shirt, playing with one of her breasts. Ally was rubbing the front of Pat's shorts, the outline of his hard cock visible as Ally's hand moved. Tara had taken off her shorts and was fingering her pussy, while Alton, that horny teenager, was openly masturbating.

What had I gotten myself into? I wondered. Tara eyed my penis, and Ally's gaze moved from my crotch to my face. Kenzie simply snuggled against me, and one of my hands held her sweet little ass.

Finally, Ally spoke: “You made my little one come. Good for you!” She continued, “My God, Pat! Look how big his balls are!” I had never had the chance to compare mine to another man’s, so I had no idea how big they were in comparison. Apparently, Ally thought they were pretty big.

In a low voice, Tara simply said, "I just want his penis."

Pat laughed and ruffled Tara's hair. "Maybe Jason will let you have some, huh?" He looked at me and asked, "You could, couldn't you?"

Um… I nodded silently, my head bobbing up and down. Pat beamed: “That’s great! We do everything to make our children happy, and if a new friend can do that, it’s the greatest thing for us.”

Ally scooted closer to the bed, reached down, and stroked my testicles. "Oh, I love those. You have to give me a chance to play with them," she said with a sexy smile. As she stroked my testicles, which made my penis throb and twitch, Ally said, "Kenzie's last boyfriend was 13 and not very good with girls. He got along with Alton, but he didn't know how to handle women. We told Kenzie she needed someone with more experience, and she brought you to us. That was a great start."

Ally looked over Kenzie's shoulders at me and asked, "How do you get along with boys?"

Hesitantly, I said, "I've never done anything with boys before."

Ally waved it off. "Boys are easy. Just do what you want. We're just trying to prevent them from coming anywhere other than in a hole. Whether it's mouth, pussy, or ass, it doesn't matter."

I nodded to Alton and said, "If no one does anything to him, he'll come right here on the floor." Alton had continued to play with his penis during the conversation, and I saw him about to ejaculate. Ally saw Alton's condition and went down on her knees. She grabbed Alton's penis, swallowed it, and sucked it hard. Soon, Alton shot a load into Ally's mouth.

Alton said, "I wanted to feel his cock inside me too." Ally comforted him: "Oh, baby. You know, girls always go first."

“Yes, yes,” he said grumpily, while watching the girls play with my balls and my cock.

I realized my hard cock was touching Kenzie's little ass, and I bent my hips forward, gripping her buttocks. As she felt the thrust, she immediately began to slide back. After a few thrusts, we finally found the hole, and Kenzie lifted herself up enough to take my cock deep inside her little honey pot.

I started fucking her slowly, and as she caught my rhythm, we became more lively. Soon she couldn't contain herself any longer and lifted her torso again, bouncing on my cock once more. Ally pushed Tara toward us and said, "Play with her clit, love." Tara climbed onto the bed and looked at me shyly. Then she reached with her small hand into the space between my groin and Kenzie's and began rubbing Kenzie's clit vigorously. Kenzie's pace quickened, and again her head was tilted back and her eyes closed. I placed a hand on her almost flat chest, letting my fingertips glide gently over her skin and pinching her nipples. Kenzie bounced wildly, her little sister rubbing hard, my hand gently pinching and squeezing her small, hard nipples, and finally she reached a shuddering climax. I took the opportunity to orgasm myself as her pussy clenched around my stiff penis.

I thrust upwards, lifting Kenzie's body from the bed and ejaculating my load of slimy semen deep inside her. I lifted and held her several times until I finally came. The last few small thrusts came like jerky jolts. Kenzie's head dropped, her hair falling forward. Tara removed her hand, and Kenzie fell forward onto me again. I lifted her gently, encouragingly, and she understood. She turned and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, where I savored our combined juices.

Tara took my limp cock in her hand and licked it clean. When she was finished, she was able to take some of it in her mouth and gently suck on it. I finished cleaning Kenzie's wet pussy and stroked her wrinkled ass a few times. She giggled, then lifted her leg over me and lay down next to me, snuggling against my arm, her head on my chest. My hand was on her hip, gently rubbing down to her sphincter and back up again.

Alton was still standing there, watching Tara play with my cock. It was hard again and he was stroking himself. Ally and Pat had undressed, and Pat was obviously penetrating Ally from behind. Ally braced herself against a wall with one hand while Pat held her and thrust into her from behind.

I felt much more relaxed and confident in my situation and caught Tara's attention. I suggested she show me her little ass and lick it. Her eyes lit up, and she did it immediately. I looked at her ass, which was even smaller than Kenzie's, and started licking her tiny asshole and pussy. Her pussy was completely smooth, not even downy. I licked and explored with my tongue, thoroughly enjoying it. Alton took the opportunity to grab my cock and give me a blowjob.

He licked down to my balls and tried to stuff my sack into his mouth. Since he couldn't get both in at once, he contented himself with licking them one at a time, then licking up the shaft to the growing purple glans. I realized I'd become a child's sex toy, and I laughed into Tara's pussy. For the first time in my life, I was grateful for the genes that had given me an insatiable sexual appetite. Tara moved her ass back and forth, encouraging me to hit this spot or that. Kenzie was enjoying it all intently, her hand sliding over my torso as I licked her sister. Alton was bouncing up and down on my now-erect cock. When Tara realized I was hard again, she said, "Hey! This one's mine!"

Alton laughed and stopped sucking, and Tara crawled over and straddled me, just as Kenzie had done. Kenzie slid to the side to make room for Tara's slender leg. Just like her sister before her, Tara reached behind her, grabbed my hard cock, and guided it to her hole as she leaned back. When she reached the entrance, she pressed firmly against it. It took some pressure, but she finally got me to slowly thrust inside her.

Kenzie stood up, rolled off the bed, and walked behind me to watch. As Tara slid deeper onto my throbbing cock, Kenzie gently stroked my balls. I was fucking an even tighter pussy than the last one, and a small voice in the back of my mind cheered my incredible luck. Tara's pussy almost pinched my hard cock as she slid up and down. It was almost painful, but a pleasurable kind of pain. As Tara took more and more of my shaft inside her, I glanced over at Pat and Ally. They were both naked now, Pat's cock sticking out in front of him. I had a bigger cock than him, but his was still beautiful. It was shorter and a bit slimmer than mine, nicely shaped and veined.

It took me a few seconds to notice he was clean-shaven, which I thought was quite attractive and figured girls would appreciate that. Tara finally had me as deep inside her as she could go and started her own up-and-down movements, long, slow thrusts that felt wonderful. The longer I was inside her, the less I felt like I was being squeezed to death, and I was grateful I'd already come so many times. I could go on like this forever!

Tara continued sliding down my shaft, then Kenzie decided to join in. She reached behind Tara and began inserting a finger into Tara's tiny asshole. Tara loved this and changed her angle to my shaft by leaning forward and resting her elbows on my torso. I was close to coming and warned Tara.

Tara immediately moved faster, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Shoot all your sperm inside me. I love feeling sperm inside me." That turned me on, but I couldn't just thrust into her. I came, and she slowed her movements to tiny, gentle strokes as I ejaculated inside her. My cock throbbed in her small, wet love canal. When I finished, my cock softened much faster and began to slide out of her tight pussy. As my cock sprang out, Kenzie immediately swallowed it, moving back and forth between my cock and Tara's dripping slit. Tara kept her hips raised until Kenzie was finished. Then she threw her leg over me and knelt beside me. I was pretty exhausted, sweaty, and tired. I also needed to pee.

I asked where the bathroom was, and Kenzie quickly spoke up: "Here!" She took my penis in her hand and pointed it at her mouth. "Go on, I'll drink it."

Once again, I was amazed. Drinking pee? That was always something new in this family. Kenzie took the tip of my penis in her mouth, and I tried to relax enough to get the flow going. Once it started, Kenzie drank the stream down, squeezing my penis when she had too much, and then letting go after she'd swallowed her mouth full. She drank all of my urine and licked up the last drops. She looked at me, beaming: "How was that?"

Taken aback, I said, "I feel better now." Kenzie giggled and tugged on my penis a few more times before saying, "Would you like to take a shower? We can wash off all the sweat and semen and then come back." I said I'd like that and was finally let out of bed. The rest of the family went ahead of us to the door, all of them now completely naked. Ally stroked me as she passed, noticed I was almost hard again, and asked her to try it herself. Pat looked at me and said, "She likes it rough from behind, if that helps." Ally laughed and led me past her slowly hardening penis into the living room, where she leaned back on the couch. "Go on, give it to me," she said, smiling.

I noticed her semen leaking from Pat's pussy after she'd just fucked her—the final preparation my sore cock needed. I got rock hard and stepped behind her. I guided the tip of my cock to her wet hole, slid in, and savored the freshly fucked feel of her pussy. I thrust into her relentlessly, giving it my all, gripping her hips tightly, and pounding her from behind. Our bodies slapped rhythmically together as we connected. Pat spoke encouraging words: "Oh, that's good. That's how she likes it. Keep going, give it to her hard. Fuck that pussy!" I fucked and fucked and fucked, but I didn't seem to be getting close to orgasm.

Meanwhile, Ally was having orgasm after orgasm, even falling forward onto the back of the couch. Despite Pat's encouraging words, I wasn't deterred. I pulled her tightly against me as my hips thrust forward. Soon, Ally was no longer responding, just trembling and twitching with successive orgasms. I'd never seen anything like it. It seemed as if, as long as I kept going, she would keep coming. Pat stared at Ally, wide-eyed. "You should see her eyes! They're rolled all the way back!" he exclaimed.

Slowly, I felt an orgasm building and thrust into Ally with renewed force. I lifted her feet onto her tiptoes as I pulled at her hips and pounded against her ass. Finally, finally! There it was, that wonderful feeling I enjoyed so much, this time almost painful as the semen shot out. I held her tight and let it flow, too tired to thrust, until the last uncontrolled thrusts marked the end of my orgasm.

I stood behind Ally, my cock still inside her wet pussy, the rest of the room silent. Taking a deep breath, I stepped back. Alton immediately stepped forward, burying his face in his mother's pussy and licking up the dripping semen, while Ally's body slumped trembling over the back of the couch. My legs were weak, and I was almost staggering. Kenzie came over and put an arm around me. I nearly collapsed into her arms, grateful for the support.

Kenzie slowly led me into the next bathroom, and I was once again surprised by what I saw. The bathroom was one large, tiled room with a shower at one end. If you turned the showerhead the right way, you could shower from the toilet. I could imagine the whole family showering in there right now, and maybe they were.

Kenzie sat me on the toilet seat and turned on the shower. Once the temperature was right, she helped me back up. I was perfectly capable of standing on my own, but I think she wanted to hold me. Honestly, it didn't feel that bad. We walked the few steps to the shower head and rinsed off before she unpacked the shower gel.

Kenzie insisted on washing me and ordered me to stay still while she soaped me up. She was careful with my genitals, and the feel of her hands on my body was relaxing. She touched me gently, making sure to give my aching muscles time to relax. She cleaned my bottom thoroughly, and I was aroused as her finger rubbed over my anus. She gently inserted it, moved it in and out a few times, and then withdrew it. She rinsed my bottom and then licked me for a few seconds. I really liked that.

After I was clean, she instructed me to do the same to her. I followed her routine as closely as possible, especially the part about paying attention to her genitals. She didn't mind me putting a finger inside her vagina and playing with her clitoris, and asked for it a few more times. When I reached her anus, she stuck her buttocks out and said, "Clean the inside too."

I took her literally and slowly slid a soapy finger into her ass, then moved it in and out as if I were fingering her. She told me if I could get a few more fingers in, I could fuck her in the ass. I wasn't sure I still had any sex left in me, but I liked the idea. I soaped my fingers up properly and slowly slid two in, twisting and turning them, trying to stretch them, then three, and finally four. I was slowly pushing four fingers into Kenzie's asshole when she said, "That should do it." "You mean now?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, now. I'm nice and stretched and you're hard. Put it in!" she replied.

My God, I was hard. I did as she commanded and touched her anus with the tip of my penis. Slowly, I thrust, Kenzie pressed against me, and we slowly slid my cock into her ass. Ohh, that feels good. I began to thrust slowly while Kenzie moved against me just as slowly. I slid all the way in and then pulled Kenzie tightly against me. I ran my soapy hands all over her body, gently thrusting against her again and again, small, damn movements, and she melted into me. Her arms wandered up and behind my neck, and I ran my thumbs gently down her armpits, down to her waist, and back up again.

The heat inside her brought me to climax, and I finally shot a load into her guts. She moaned softly as my throbbing, pulsating cock filled her ass with another load of sperm. As I shrank, I pulled out. She turned around, put her arms around my neck, and pulled my face down to hers for a long, slow kiss. Kenzie broke the kiss and said, "I need to pee." I looked at her, confused. We were in the shower, so we just let it flow. Kenzie giggled and said, "I want you to try it. Just kneel down and open your mouth." I was skeptical, but I thought I'd give it a shot. I'd never even thought about drinking piss. I knelt down, tilted my head back slightly, and opened my mouth. Kenzie spread her knees and thrust her hips forward, keeping her pussy open with one hand. Such a beautiful sight. Suddenly she started to pee, the first stream hitting my chest, then she directed it upwards into my mouth. I closed my mouth briefly to swallow, then opened it again. A little bitter, with a slight coconut flavor.

I tried to swallow with my mouth open, but it didn't work. Every time I closed my mouth, her hot urine splashed in my face. She finally finished, and I rinsed myself off.

"One last thing," Kenzie said. Of course, I told myself.

Kenzie went to the closet on the other side of the room and came back with a razor and a can of shaving cream. "We'll make you smooth," she smiled, holding up the items.

Kenzie then carefully shaved my crotch, being very gentle around my penis and testicles. She had me turn around and bend over, and then shaved around my anus. She ran her hand over the room, finding any spots she'd missed, and shaved them again until she was satisfied. She stood up, rinsed the razor, and went back to the cabinet. I rinsed my crotch and was amazed at how smooth my testicles felt. I ran my fingers over them repeatedly, thoroughly enjoying the sensation.

“I assume you’re not familiar with this,” I said dryly to Kenzie. She shook her head, smiling. “Nope,” she replied. “Sometimes I’m allowed to do it with my dad. Mom taught me.” Kenzie came over and reached out her hand to me. Her fingertips traced my scrotum and then gently stroked my hardening penis. She murmured to herself, “I like that,” and then kissed the swollen tip.

While we were drying off, Kenzie said, "You know, Alton is going to want you to fuck him."

I was speechless again. "Seriously? Did he really mean that?"

Kenzie nodded matter-of-factly as she dried one leg. "Yeah, and if you don't fuck him, he'll fuck you. You'll see." Again, I didn't know what to say. I hadn't quite thought through his comment. "What do you mean, 'he'll fuck me'?" I asked. Kenzie smiled at me and replied, "He'll make you hard and climb all over you! It'll be fine, Daddy likes it." For a ten-year-old, Kenzie was much older than me in many ways. I felt like a novice under a master.

We walked hand in hand down the hallway and came into the living room. Alton was sitting on a chair, Tara riding his tail, while Pat and Ally sat on the sofa petting each other. Ally looked up at us as we
They came into view, and she looked satisfied. "Again?" she asked Kenzie. Kenzie beamed at Ally and nodded. "Wow!" exclaimed Ally. "Five times in an hour and a half. That's really good!"

Was it really five times? My arousal had dissipated, and my cock ached. But as I looked around the room, I had the feeling I wasn't finished yet. Or rather, they weren't finished with me.

Kenzie and I sat next to each other, Kenzie snuggled up to me and stroked my penis. Ally's eyes followed Kenzie's hand and she saw that I was clean-shaven. "Oh! You shaved it! That looks much nicer," Ally said.

"Smooth as Tara!" chirped Kenzie. Pat and Ally laughed, and I smiled sheepishly.

Alton had just shot a load of hot sperm into Tara's willing young pussy. When Alton was finished, Tara got off him and turned around to lick and suck his cock clean. My gaze fell upon her freshly fucked little pussy, wet with her own juices and Alton's sperm. Unsurprisingly, I felt my cock harden again in Kenzie's hand.

When Tara was finished, I stood up and went to the chair. I figured since they were testing me, I wanted to get a perfect score. I picked Tara up, sat her down next to Kenzie on the couch, and tilted her back. I spread her legs wide and licked her smooth pussy clean. As I did, I slurped Alton's cum from her dripping hole until I couldn't take any more. When I was done, I quickly ran my tongue back and forth over her little clit, sucked on it, and clamped it between my lips. I quickly brought her to orgasm and licked up her juices too. I stood up and thrust my cock into Tara's wet pussy, but after only a few thrusts, Alton spoke up: "Now it's my turn!"

I turned to him. He was kneeling on the chair, his young backside sticking out, his little asshole clearly visible. I looked up at Kenzie, who just smiled mischievously. Realizing my duty, I broke away from Tara and went over to Alton. Ally stopped me. "Wait! You forgot something!" she said, making me pause.

I turned to her, unsure what she meant. She was waving a tube of something in the air. "What's that?" I asked, walking over to her. She handed it to me and said, "It's lube. You don't want to tear it." I read the label: KY Jelly. I looked at her questioningly, confused. When Ally noticed my confusion, she asked, "You've never heard of KY Jelly?" I shook my head.

"This is a lubricant. Women get wet when we're aroused so that men can penetrate more easily," Ally began. "It's different with men or the anus. They don't produce lubrication. They need something, either saliva or something like that, whatever, before you start fucking."

"Or soap!" Kenzie laughed. "Remember?"

Ah! I get it! I finally understood. I took the tube to Alton, who was waiting patiently, his ass still present. I put some of the KY on a finger and rubbed it on his asshole. "Put some in too," Ally suggested. I squirted some more out, right onto Alton's tight sphincter, and pushed in as much as I could while I felt him squeeze my finger. I put some more on my stiff cock and closed the tube. I placed the tube on the armrest of the chair, positioned my hard cock at Alton's opening, and started thrusting. Alton pressed against me, twisting his hips, and the tip of my cock slowly began to open his tight anus. Just as the tip was all the way inside me, Pat suggested, "Let him set the limits. You're pretty long, and it might hurt. He'll know when to stop." I thought that was pretty good advice and just pushed gently as Alton's asshole slowly took my cock in.

Alton began to move back and forth against me, and all I had to do was hold my position. Alton seemed to like the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of him. He moved slowly and never pushed back too far. I never fully penetrated him. After a while, he lifted his head and said, "Kenzie, can you help me?" Kenzie immediately jumped over and reached for his cock while he rubbed against me. Shortly after, Alton began to thrust properly, harder and faster.

His sister handled his penis like a teenager on the verge of climax, and soon he came. He thrust hard against me once and held it tight while Kenzie teased him until he climaxed. After he finished, he moved forward and let my cock slide out. I thought I was done and leaned back in the chair. Alton followed me and said it was one of the best fucks he'd ever had. I thought there had to be a better way to do this with him. Maybe Kenzie's idea of me lying down would be better. Alton could sit on me and ride me to his heart's content.

I sat down next to Kenzie again, my cock still hard. Kenzie took pity on me and jumped on me until I shot another load inside her. I felt pretty dazed, and I think Pat and Ally noticed. "Go to bed, you've had enough for today."

Kenzie didn't wait for further prompting, but simply took my hand and led me to her room, closing the door behind her. We lay side by side on the bed, her soft fingertips caressing my body, nothing truly sexual, until we both fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on my side with Kenzie spooning, cradling her small body close to mine. Kenzie was secretly trying to guide my morning wood into her tight slit, so I moved just enough to allow her to. As I slid inside her, she whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you."

I began to move back and forth, and she replied, "You can wake me up anytime." We made love tenderly until I ejaculated hot semen inside her. Afterward, we lay still, my penis still inside her. Each time my penis softened, she moved her hips slightly, and it became hard again.

I asked her: "Why did you choose me of all people for this?"
"Choose a football tournament?"

Kenzie giggled and said, "I saw you talking at one of your nephew's games, and I liked the look of you. I was on my way to get some food and saw you heading in that direction, so I ran to get there right before you. I wanted you to say something to me, and it worked."

I laughed softly. "Yes, it did." But why me?"

Kenzie said in a dreamy voice, "Because you are beautiful." Then she giggled again.

I blushed, even though she couldn't see it. A 10-year-old girl telling me I was beautiful. I thought it must be some kind of crush, like how girls like movie stars. I wondered how long it would take for the crush to fade.

“How did your family become so sexual?” was my next question.

“Mom taught us that from a young age,” Kenzie replied. “She says that humans are sexual beings and that should never be suppressed. But we don’t just have sex. Not with just anyone. We have to like them.”
But girls can like girls, and boys can like boys, and some can like both.

"Do you like me?" I asked jokingly.

Kenzie was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Yes. I like you a lot." She moved her hips again, which made my penis grow again. Once I was firmly in place, she continued, "Alton is okay, but he likes Tara more. Her pussy is tighter, so it feels better for him. Dad is a good lover, but he has Mom. I wanted a boyfriend of my own."

"What happened to your last boyfriend?" I asked.

"Oh, him," Kenzie snorted. "He was handsome, but all he did was fuck like crazy and then he was done. He had no talent."

I laughed when I heard that from someone so young.

"Seriously!" said Kenzie. "He didn't even make me come!"

I suppressed my laughter. "Well, I would have dumped him too." I have a rule that the girl always has to come first, then I can come too.

“Oh, I like that rule!” giggled Kenzie.

Kenzie and I were laughing together, which apparently prompted her mother to poke her head into the room. "Hello, kids! What's so funny?"

“Nothing, Mom. We’re just getting to know each other,” Kenzie replied.

"Okay. I'm going to make breakfast, so get ready," said Ally.

"Okay, Mom. We'll be outside soon."

Ally closed the door. Kenzie whispered, "We only closed the door because Mom likes you. She wants you to be my friend too. She just wants us to spend some time alone together." We don't usually close the doors, and everyone can see everything.

She reluctantly pulled me out of her cozy hole, and we did a quick 69 to clean each other up. Kenzie got out and held out her hand. I got out of bed, took her hand, and she led me naked into the house.

Tara and Alton were shuffling down the hall towards us, as if they'd been up half the night. I had to laugh when I saw the two young people walking around naked together, knowing what they were up to. "Tara," I teased, "were you mean to Alton last night?"

“That’s not what I meant,” she replied innocently.

That made me laugh again, and Kenzie and I waited until they caught up with us. We all went into the transition area between the bedroom and living room. Pat was watching the morning news and waved good morning to us. I was in the kitchen, admiring Ally's slim figure and cute little bottom. She still looked great, even after three kids. Kenzie pulled me down to give me a quick kiss on the lips and headed in that direction, while I sat down on the couch next to Pat.

When I was ten, we lived in a coastal town with surfing opportunities and surfed almost every day. As long as the weather was good and the waves were good, we were out there. I learned to surf very early on. My earliest memories are of playing, swimming, and surfing with my family on the beach. As I got older, my dad taught me how to surf properly, and soon I was surfing on my own almost every morning.

We lived just a short walk or bike ride from the beach, so it wasn't unusual for us little boys to get up early and go to the beach alone in the morning. My best friend Jimmy was my regular surfing buddy. We met at the beach every morning and rode the waves.

When we turned 10, we noticed that more and more erections were peeking out from under our boardshorts while surfing. We usually wore just our boardshorts without underwear. This was much more comfortable in the water and also easier when showering and changing after surfing, but it made us vulnerable to what happened to our little erections – they stood right in front of us.

I often paddled around waiting for a good wave, only to jump on the day's wave and immediately notice my erection sticking out. I jumped off and quickly went back into the water. It was even more embarrassing during school holidays when girls were on the beach and watched us surfing.

Jimmy and I were waiting at our meeting point one morning, getting ready to surf. I'd already set up a tent in my boardshorts, so we waited until it was taken down before heading out into the surf. Jimmy was getting anxious because my erection just wouldn't go away, so he offered to help me. I was confused and asked him, "What do you mean, 'help me'?" He told me that his cousin Carla had recently helped him with a surf session and thought he could try out what she'd done for him on me. I thought to myself, "Well, that's gotta be better than standing here and missing all the waves."

"Let's try it." Jimmy instructed me to pull my pants down far enough so my erection was showing and to close my eyes. I did as I was told. The next thing that happened was the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced in my life: my little erection was enveloped in warmth and wetness… I opened my eyes wide and saw Jimmy leaning in front of me, sucking on my erection.

I was only about three centimeters hard at that point, so he had no trouble taking my whole erection in his mouth and sucked it hard. The next thing I remember, I felt like I had to pee everywhere. So I told Jimmy to stop before I peed in his mouth—he shook his head and kept going. Before I knew it, I had my first orgasm and spat my semen down Jimmy's throat.

He swallowed it easily and looked at me with a wide grin on his face. I looked down at him, trembling slightly, and said, "Wow, what was that?!" My erection was gone, and it felt incredible! He stood up, and I noticed he now had an erection too. So I thought I might as well return the favor for what he'd just done for me so we could go in the water. He dropped his swim trunks, and I bent down and took his 7.5 cm penis in my mouth. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I just sucked on it like a lollipop. Jimmy gave me some advice: no teeth, rock your head back and forth so his penis moved in and out of my mouth, and circle the tip with your tongue. Before I knew it, Jimmy spat his cum into my mouth. At first I was a little afraid that it would taste like pee, so I spat out the first drop, but then I realized that it tasted really good, and swallowed the rest.

Now that we were both satisfied, we plunged into the surf. Thanks to our little erections, we managed a whole morning session before school without interruption – it was awesome. We rode great waves and simply enjoyed the water and the surf without worrying about an erection sticking out. So this became our morning ritual before heading into the waves: Jimmy and I would meet at our little spot, surrounded by trees, to give each other a blowjob before going into the surf. It was a perfect little arrangement that Jimmy and I both enjoyed.

Over the course of the year, we got better and better at giving each other blowjobs, and sometimes we took our time to enjoy the blowjob a little more before jumping into the waves. And sometimes, if the surf wasn't so good, we'd just suck each other off two or three times before heading home. 

The mid-year holidays were just around the corner and we were really looking forward to spending our days sucking, licking, coming and surfing – but I had no idea that the holidays would get even better.

On the first day of vacation, I was waiting for Jimmy at our usual spot. When I heard a conversation approaching, I was a little worried that someone might have discovered our little place, but then I saw Jimmy through the trees, and next to him was a girl with a surfboard. I was a little annoyed with Jimmy because I already had an erection and thought we couldn't possibly satisfy it with a blowjob… I turned around, embarrassed, to hide my erection behind my board.

Jimmy spoke up: “Hey Todd, how are you? It’s my cousin Carla—remember her? I told you about Carla. She helped me with my erection problem. She fixed me up this morning and wanted to ask if you’d like her to take care of you this morning instead of me.” I was so embarrassed and insecure—how could Jimmy make it so easy for her?! I didn’t say much and just stood there awkwardly… Jimmy said, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay, I can still take care of you.” I thought about it and thought, “Well, she’s pretty.”

My erection was rock hard now, just thinking about her sucking my boy cock. So I said, "It's okay, Carla can help me if she wants." I turned to them and pulled my erection out of my swim trunks so they could both see it. I was already beside myself by this point, it was throbbing intensely, and I thought I was going to explode just from them both looking at me. Carla came over, bent down, and grabbed my erection—she skillfully guided it into her mouth and got to work. She was incredible, much better at it than Jimmy, and she rubbed my cock a little with her hand while she sucked it. It wasn't long before I came, which she happily swallowed, wiped her mouth, and gave me a big smile.

Her smile was just like Jimmy's. Since we'd both had orgasms, you'd think that would have been the end of it, but while we were out in the surf watching Carla surf in her bikini, moving so smoothly in the water and on her board, I got another erection and was way too shy to catch a wave in case she saw. By mid-morning, I was starting to get hungry and noticed that Jimmy also had a fresh erection. So I suggested we go back for a snack and a drink. We went to the snack bar, got some chips and drinks, and went back to our little private spot in the trees near the beach to eat our snack. My erection was just as hard as it had been this morning—that had never happened before; even if Jimmy and I jerked off two or three times, we had to work at it every time to get it hard again. Carla had clearly noticed that we both had erections again and offered to help us again, but said that she wanted to have some fun too.

We were a bit puzzled because Carla didn't have a penis to get an erection from—did girls get those too? Carla was a little older than Jimmy and me; she'd just turned twelve. She'd told us that her friends at school had "sex" and that they put their penises inside the girls' vaginas and that the girls loved it. She said it was like putting our penises in their mouths, but it was much gentler and warmer, and it felt good for her too.

Jimmy offered to try first—he was already rock hard by this point, his cock no longer sticking out, but pointing straight up. Carla pulled off her bikini bottoms and showed Jimmy where to put his cock. She leaned back, and he knelt in front of her and slid his cock inside her… He immediately cried out, “Damn!” He thrust a few times, then his whole body trembled as he ejaculated inside Carla… He knelt back, pulled out, and looked at me with an awed expression: “Now it’s your turn—you’re going to love it!” I took off my pants and switched places with Jimmy. Carla showed me where to put my cock, and I went in… My head immediately spun; it was the most incredible feeling… suddenly I became aware of Carla and how close I was to her. She was just lying there, looking at me. She had a small smile on her face, but I wanted to see the broad smile she had given me earlier, so I began to move my small boy body up and down and to thrust my small, three-inch-long penis in and out of her as quickly as possible without exploding immediately.

I could see her expression change. She was enjoying it. She threw her head back, and I kept thrusting into her as hard and fast as I could. She was breathing heavily and started moving her hips against me with each thrust, rubbing herself against my cock… It was too much; my body stiffened, then it exploded. It was the most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever experienced. I was shaking all over. I looked down and noticed that Carla was shaking too, arching her body toward me. I finished my orgasm and collapsed on top of her.

I was oblivious to everything around me, to everyone, until Jimmy said, "Wow, that was incredible to watch, are you both okay?"

I looked at Carla and she smiled at me as broadly as she had this morning, just like Jimmy. I turned to Jimmy with a broad smile on my face and said, "I think I have a new favorite hobby!"

We all burst out laughing, ate our chips and freshened up before going back into the water for the afternoon.

We surfed until late afternoon. When the day ended, we all agreed to meet again tomorrow for another day of activities. The next morning, I stood at our meeting point, rubbing my hard-on, which had been hard all night, waiting for Jimmy and Carla. I was so excited for the day ahead. Jimmy and Carla arrived, and we immediately began our new morning ritual.

Carla sucked us both, but then we were both instantly hard again. We started working on Carla's vagina—first Jimmy, then me. I got a little impatient while I waited for my turn while Jimmy worked on Carla, and I asked if it worked the same way with assholes. Carla wasn't sure; she'd never seen anyone do it in their ass, but she figured it wouldn't be much different.
Jimmy pulled away from Carla and said, "Should I try it?" Carla said, "Well, why don't you try it on Todd first?" I was suddenly a little worried and thought about Carla's asshole—after all, she was a girl, but I guess an asshole is an asshole.

I lay back and Jimmy tried to put his cock in my ass like he would in Carla's vagina, but he couldn't quite get it in, so he told me to turn over. I rolled onto my stomach and then supported myself on my hands and knees. Jimmy said, "Well, that's better," and started to slowly push his cock into my ass. His cock was still wet and warm from Carla's vagina, so he worked his way in. It was so much tighter than Carla's, and I felt like my ass was going to tear a little, but I didn't resist or ask Jimmy to stop. I figured if Carla could do it, then it must feel that way to her, and I just had to wait for the right moment…

Jimmy had finally pushed his cock all the way inside me and started slowly moving in and out. He was making a lot of noises, like he was enjoying it, and it became less and less painful and more and more pleasurable for me. I noticed that my cock was hard beneath me and bounced with every thrust from Jimmy. Carla noticed where I was looking and reached for it. Then she bent down beneath me and took it in her mouth. Two thrusts from Jimmy later, I shot a load into Carla's mouth—wow. That was absolutely amazing. It didn't take Jimmy long after my orgasm before he came in my asshole. He said it was so tight and good.

Carla was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm yet, so I got my cock hard again and started going at her. She was so wet and warm that my cock enjoyed every minute of it and was ready to fire again. Carla threw her head back, enjoying the moment, when suddenly Jimmy thrust into my ass while I was going at Carla... Total shit, I was out of my mind and lucky I'd already come because I would have exploded right there. Then I found a rhythm while Jimmy pumped me, so that each of his thrusts allowed me to penetrate Carla deeply. Within minutes, all three of us were writhing in a heap. That was it—that was the answer, all three of us had come at the same time. After we'd all recovered and cleaned up, we went into the water to enjoy the magnificent waves and surf for the day. The holidays were pretty much the same every day: Jimmy and I swapped places with Carla, we gave each other blowjobs, and switched positions. After two weeks of this absolute summer bliss, Carla had to go home, so we were alone again. However, we had a few new tricks and things to try out on each other.

About three months later, Jimmy told me that something was wrong with Carla and that her mother had to take her to the doctor because she was gaining weight, which was unusual for an active girl who surfed every day. They ran some tests and said she needed to go to the hospital. Jimmy's mother said Carla couldn't stay with him anymore. We were both saddened by the news that Carla wouldn't be the focus of our next school holidays as planned. It was time for us to find a new playmate to join us in our activities.

You could say I grew up in a normal family. Until my cousin Missy came to visit. On the other hand, what's normal for one person might be perfectly normal for another.

I was an only child, and my parents were the only other people in the house. We all went to church every Sunday morning and evening, and to Bible study on Wednesday evenings. Most of my friends went to the same church, since no one my age lived nearby. About once a month during the school year, I was allowed to have a sleepover at my friend's house, and even more often in the summer. His name was Mike, and we were in the same class. He was about six months older than me, but that didn't seem to matter much at our age.

When I was about nine or ten years old, my parents sat me down and taught me about sex using books and a film projector. It was mainly about the basics, like body parts, their functions, and that I had to wait until marriage to have sex. I learned about puberty and what changes would happen in my body, and in what order. I learned a lot that day, but what I enjoyed most was the topic of masturbation.

They explained to me how most boys and some girls did it, and that it was a private matter. I was told I'd figure it out myself when the time came, and that every boy and girl was different. They explained that what one person likes isn't necessarily what another likes. At least, that was their excuse for not teaching me how. Looking back, I wonder how my life would have been different if I'd learned how to masturbate back then. All things considered, I think I turned out pretty well. At eleven, I noticed my penis getting bigger and how good it felt when I accidentally brushed against it. Not long after that, I started waking up with a long, swollen penis. I thought back to the sex talk and discovered that waking up like that in the morning was normal.

Over time, I not only developed morning erections, but my penis would also suddenly and inexplicably become hard. Sometimes, walking down the hallway at school, it would swell so much that I had to hide it so others wouldn't see it. I wondered if other boys my age had the same problem and started looking more closely at other boys' genitals to see if they also got hard at school or church. Eventually, I became fascinated by other boys' genitals, especially when I saw an erection. Almost every time I saw a guy with an erection, I would immediately get one too. I constantly played this little game, even at home or at friends' houses.

I was a few months away from my twelfth birthday when I had a sleepover at Mike's house. Usually, after dinner, I'd shower, and then Mike would. We could then stay up and play video games in his room, watch TV with his parents in the living room, or just play some other game in his room. Most of the time, we played video games or other games in his room. Right on time at 9:00 p.m., his mother would knock on the door and tell us it was bedtime. We'd usually turn off the light and go to bed (he only had a queen-size bed in his room, so we slept together, but not together, if you know what I mean). We'd talk or read quietly until we fell asleep.

Everything was normal until he returned to his room after showering. He was wearing his pajamas when he entered, but just as he closed the door and we started playing video games, I noticed something. He immediately got an erection. My gaze fell upon his enormous, oversized penis, which was bulging out of his pajama bottoms. Most of the guys I'd seen wore tight or semi-tight jeans, so it was hard to judge their size. This time, the fabric covering it was light and thin, so it really stood out. I think I was a little too obvious with my stare at Mike's erection, because Mike asked, "What? You've never seen a hard-on before?"

I was not only fascinated by the size of his penis, but mine was also growing under my thin pajama pants. Mike tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. 

"Hello... Mark..." said Mike.

My gaze was still fixed on his steel pipe, and I replied: “Hmmm…”

Giggling, Mike replied, "Do you like what you see?"

Something clicked inside me, and I returned to reality:
“What… excuse me…”

I blushed red with embarrassment. I'd never been caught looking before, or at least I didn't know I'd been caught, so I wasn't prepared. Finally, I looked up and saw Mike's gaze fixed on my hard shaft. Eventually, he looked up too, and our eyes met. We both giggled nervously and then sat down to play a game.

We had been playing for a few minutes when Mike broke away and asked, "So, did you like what you saw?"

Luckily, we were focused on the game, so there was no eye contact during our conversation. It was one thing to talk about something like that, but quite another when the two of them looked at each other while discussing male anatomy or its functions.

I turned my gaze away from his and replied, "That's alright. But he's so tall."

With a sweet giggle, he then said: "I don't know. I've never compared myself to others."

We played a few more levels, then he asked the question that started everything: "Do you want to compare the sizes?"

Since I didn't want to be the one to provoke a sexual advance, I responded with my own question: "Do you want that?"

When we finished the game, he replied: “Um… Hmmm…”

As if we both had the same thing on our minds, we both looked at the clock. We had a whole hour before his mother would check on us. Then, for the first time during this sexual conversation, we turned around and looked at each other. Immediately, our eyes were both fixed on each other's genitals.

It was just starting to grow under his pajamas, which triggered my erection. We both giggled again. Our eyes stayed fixed on each other's growing penises until we were both as hard as we could be. Neither of us said a word, but when I saw him grab the waistband of his pajama bottoms, I did the same. He slowly began to pull his pajamas down, which piqued my interest in doing the same. A minute later, we stood naked from the waist down, facing each other. His hard, 12-year-old, 4-inch-long, basically thin penis was sticking straight out of his almost hairless body. He had some hair growing around his shaft and testicles, and just a hint of fuzz on his stomach. I, on the other hand, wasn't quite so gifted. Mine was barely 4 inches long and not as thick as his. I was just as hard, and mine was also sticking straight out of my body. I was only 11 years old, but I didn't understand how just six months could make such a difference. I had hardly any pubic hair, and even what little there was was barely noticeable. We looked at each other as our penises bobbed up and down in time with our heartbeats. Mike broke the silence with the question, "Are you coming yet?"

"Hmmm?", I asked.

"Do you already know? Injections? Coming?" he clarified.

"I don't know," I replied childishly.

He looked at me and asked seriously: "You masturbate... or do you?"

“No… Never tired…”, I replied.

Mike glanced at his watch, then took my hand and led me to the bed. He had me stand beside it while he threw back the covers and entered me. With my head on the pillow, he told me to watch. Tilting his head so he could see my hard genitals, he began to stroke his shaft. I watched as one hand caressed his tight scrotum while the other slid up and down his long cock. He paused occasionally to wipe some pre-cum from the tip, then applied it to the head so his hand glided more easily over the soft skin. A few minutes later, his hand picked up speed, and the hand playing with his balls began tugging at them while simultaneously rubbing between his legs. Soon he began to moan softly, and I could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open and look at my throbbing erection.

Suddenly, his hips began thrusting upward, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled, and his breathing heavy. Then, without warning, his head sank back onto the pillow, his eyes closed tightly, and he thrust upward one last time, lifting his buttocks off the bed. He froze in that position, his breath catching. A second later, he ejaculated what I later learned was semen, a massive load. The fluid rose to his chin and then trickled down his shrinking shaft and testicles. As it stopped spurting, his small, firm buttocks fell back onto the bed, one hand gently cupping his now much smaller penis and the other dipping into the fluid on his chest. I stood beside the bed, mouth agape, my hand gently cupping my throbbing member. At first, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his chest rose and fell like a wave, but it soon returned to normal. Mike turned and slowly opened his eyes.

He smiled and asked, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Um... Hmmm... But where did you get that?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I just started touching myself one day and tried different things until I found the right one. But I have to say, I ejaculated more sperm this time than ever before. It could be because you were watching."

He explained it. I giggled and said, "Wow..." "Do you want to try it yourself?" Mike asked.

On the one hand, I remembered what my parents had said, that it was a private matter and I should do it alone, but on the other hand, he was my best friend, and since he let me watch, I should do him the favor of letting him watch me too.

“Okay,” I replied and lay down next to him in bed.

“Hey Mark,” he interrupted my movements with the words: “Hmmm?” I asked.

"Open the cupboard door and please give me the towel on the floor," he asked.

I did as he asked and soon realized he needed to clean himself up before he could move. He sucked up the semen and wiped himself as best he could. Then he gave his penis a tug or two and ejaculated the rest of his load into the towel. He stood up and went to where I had been standing.

I lay down in the warm bed, which had been warmed by Mike's naked body. He made me take off my shirt, just as he had, in case I came like he did. I started to tug on my semi-erect penis, but when I turned around and looked at his completely naked body, I instantly became hard. I tugged on my penis childishly, just like Mike had. I played with my testicles and between my legs. I found some spots that felt better than others, so I paid more attention to them. I pulled and stroked and played with my genitals until I found a method that worked best for me. Once I found the right spot and speed, there was nothing that could make me stop. I went faster and faster, and when I saw Mike's shaft growing again, I became even more aroused. I began to whimper softly like a puppy. I wanted this feeling to never end, but the more I played with myself, the more I wanted to do, and I wanted to do it faster.

I soon lost control and couldn't keep my eyes open. I laid my head back on the pillow and closed them tightly. I thrust my hips into the air, but unlike Mike, when I reached my climax, I pressed my buttocks down onto the bed instead of lifting them. I felt an overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body, which I took to be an orgasm. The problem was, when I opened my eyes after my first masturbation session, I realized I hadn't ejaculated a single drop. It felt amazing, but I was disappointed that all my effort had yielded nothing.

We quickly got dressed and went to bed because we knew his mother would be knocking on the door soon. After she came and went, we discussed why I hadn't ejaculated as much as Mike. I learned a lot that night, and thankfully it wasn't the last time we did something like that.

Over the next six to nine months or so, Mike must have spilled a liter of semen onto various towels. I, on the other hand, hadn't received a single load. Every time I masturbated, it felt good, but then I was disappointed when nothing came out. I was still several months away from my 13th birthday when we were having sex and I ejaculated out of the blue. It wasn't much and a bit thin, but it was a start. It wasn't long before I, too, was spraying huge amounts of semen all over my body. We had both grown up in the church and therefore knew that sexual contact with anyone other than one's spouse was wrong.

That was the main reason we never played together, until one night I was watching Mike masturbate and he gave me a strange look. "Can I... you know?" he begged. After a very long pause, during which I wondered if I'd go to hell if I let him touch me, I gave in and replied, "I guess it'll be okay if I just let you touch me." With a quick smile, he reached over and gently touched my genitals. It was pure pleasure times six. It was the first time anyone had ever touched me there. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone touch and pull on my hard shaft.

Mike invited me to join him in bed, and soon we were masturbating each other. We both came huge loads that day, and from then on, we almost always masturbated at the same time. We didn't kiss or show any affection. We just pleasured each other simultaneously. The new school year was just around the corner, and we knew that the extra time we had together would soon disappear because of school. We didn't want it, but we knew it was inevitable. Then, with only a few weeks of summer vacation left and my thirteenth birthday approaching, I learned that a weekend Mike was supposed to spend with me was canceled because my cousin Missy was coming to visit.

"Visitor" wasn't really the right word, since she was actually supposed to start her studies at the local university. She was supposed to stay with us until she found a job and a place to live. She had just turned 18 and had never been alone before, so my parents wanted to help her as much as possible. She was to stay with us until she had settled into the new city.

On the one hand, I was disappointed that I would miss out on spending time with Mike, but on the other hand, I liked Cousin Missy. Of all my relatives, I knew her best. She came to visit several times during the summer, probably to see the university and the city. During all that time, she never treated me like a child, and for a girl, she was actually quite cute. She had long, light brown hair, which she almost always wore in a ponytail. She didn't wear as much makeup as many other girls and smelled very nice.

She was only a little taller than me, but not by much, since I'd already started growing. She had pretty, small breasts, about a 34B, and a lovely figure. Her light blue eyes perfectly complemented her pale pink lips and tanned skin. She liked to wear tight shorts and skirts to accentuate her slim, sexy body. I figured if the opportunity arose, I wouldn't feel guilty about seeing her firm buttocks while she masturbated. As long as she didn't know I was watching. There was no way I could do something like that in front of her. She was my cousin, and I knew I shouldn't try anything sexual with her. I just figured if she didn't know, what would be the harm?

Mom had told me she'd be over on Saturday night, but when it got late and she wasn't there, I went to bed and didn't think much more about it. The next morning, I got up as usual and, still half asleep, went to the bathroom, my now over 12 cm long, hard penis first. I'd learned that sleeping naked was much more comfortable, and since my parents lived on the other side of the house, I could practically walk freely from my room to the bathroom without worrying about being seen. The only problem was that I'd completely forgotten about Cousin Missy's visit. With my eyes half-open, I walked down the hall, and as I approached the bathroom, I noticed the door was closed. I just assumed I'd woken up in the night and closed it for some reason. Without thinking anything of it, I reached out to open the door and go in. Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open. There stood Cousin Missy. With my rock-hard penis just inches from her body, I froze. "Good morning, Mark," Missy chirped. Then she looked down and saw my naked, hard penis. Penis added, "You didn't have to get up for me." She giggled.

I was so stunned I couldn't move. I saw no reason to hide my nakedness, since she'd already seen everything. The only problem was that her giggling was so sweet and sexy it almost made me giggle right there in the hallway.

"Cousin. She's your cousin. Don't think of her as a gutter thing!" I told myself.

I looked into her face, which was now looking into mine, and said, "I'm sorry. I forgot you were here this morning, but I really need to pee."

I said this while trying to push my way through. Not only did I desperately need to use the toilet, but I was also feeling uncomfortable having her naked in front of me. She stepped aside, and I stepped to the other side as I came through the door. When I turned to close the door behind me, I saw that she had turned around to look at my bare bottom.

"Why would my cousin want to see my naked body? She's much older than me, and besides, we're cousins," I thought as I watched the stream of my urine flow from my penis towards the toilet.

I washed my hands and face and slowly opened the door. When I saw she wasn't in the hallway, I quickly went to my room and closed the door. I put on shorts and a shirt and went to the kitchen for breakfast. When I entered the room, my mother greeted me.

"Good morning, son." "Sit next to Missy. Breakfast is almost ready," Mom said to me.

I sat down at the table. My cousin sat on one side and my father on the other. As soon as Mom finished, she sat opposite me. There was some chatter, but nothing that interested me. I just wanted to eat and leave the room before anyone said anything about me being naked in front of Missy. Mom put the last plate on the table and then sat down. Dad said a prayer before we all started eating. There was more talking, and I chimed in when I thought it appropriate.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Missy asked: "Do you have to help Mark get up in the morning, or does he do it himself?"

I had just taken a sip of juice when she asked her question, and when I heard what she said, I choked. I knew this would lead to some very awkward comments. Dad patted me on the back to help me clear my throat, and Mom asked if everything was alright as soon as I stopped coughing.

Then Mom looked over at Missy and replied, "He's been really good at getting up on his own lately."

I gave Missy a slightly evil look, only to be greeted with a sweet, devilish smile.

She then turned back to Mom and said: "I had the same impression when I saw him get up this morning without you having to bang on his door."

What did Missy want to do to me? If she continued like this, I would be the youngest person ever to suffer a stroke at the kitchen table.

Mom took the question quite differently and replied: "He didn't used to get up so easily on his own. I used to have to coax him before he would get up, but now he can do it really well by himself."

If Mom had had even the slightest clue about the true meaning of the conversation, she would have pulled down my pants and underwear and spanked my bare bottom until I couldn't sit down anymore. She might even have thrown Missy onto her bottom.

I thought it best to just let the conversation die down. I was right, and soon the conversation turned to current events. Once again, I participated in conversations only when I was asked something or when I thought it was in my best interest.

Then Dad brought up a topic that Mom certainly didn't consider appropriate, but which I found interesting. It took me a few days to understand the point of the conversation. I'm just grateful that Mom and Dad never found out the true meaning of it.

“I imagine your boyfriend will come around from time to time once you’ve found your own place,” Papa Missy asked.

Mom cleared her throat to signal to Dad that the topic shouldn't be discussed. I guess Missy didn't mind talking about it, because she answered quickly.

“We broke up a few weeks ago. So… no… he won’t be coming over,” Missy said.

"I'm sorry. He seemed like a nice boy." Dad continued talking about the subject, despite Mom's angry looks.

"He was nice, but he just couldn't give me as much as I needed from a man. We, or should I say I, thought it would be best to break up before things went too far," she explained.

"Well, sometimes that's the best thing for everyone," Dad continued.

Missy looked at me, then back at Dad, and added one last comment: "I think I'll find a man nearby who will take care of me the way I want. If not, I still have family I can turn to."

Mom wanted to end on a positive note and said, "That's right. Remember, we're all here if you need anything. Just ask."

“Thank you,” said Missy, before turning around and looking me in the eyes.

"What was that all about?" I wondered.

We finished breakfast, and while Mom and Missy cleared the table, Dad and I went to our rooms to get dressed for church. About a minute later, I heard Missy walk by and knew she was getting dressed too. I wondered what she looked like under the long, thick nightgown she was wearing. Was she wearing plain white panties or ones with ruffles? One thing was for sure: I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra at breakfast.

I finished getting dressed and went into the living room to serve the others. Soon Dad came in and told me how pretty I looked and how grown-up I'd been acting lately. I thanked him with a smile. A few minutes later, Missy entered the room, which brought my masculinity to the forefront. She wore a white blouse that buttoned up the front. The collar and sleeves were trimmed with lace. Her skirt was pink and white and didn't quite reach mid-thigh. She wore super cute pink shoes and white lace-up socks. Her hair was neatly pulled back and secured with a few clips. If I hadn't known better, I could have sworn she was only 15 or 16 years old. "Is this okay?" Missy asked, squirming. My mouth was dry, and with my hard penis between my legs, I was afraid to say a word. Missy watched as my eyes took in her beauty from head to toe and told her I appreciated it. Dad, on the other hand, immediately told her how beautiful she was and that she might find a new boyfriend at church that day. She thanked him, sat down next to me, and placed her Bible on her lap. She looked over at me, then at my lap. Then she looked up again and smiled into my eyes.

Mom soon came into the room and said, "I'm sorry it took so long, but we can leave now."

We all stood up, and Dad said, "Missy, you don't need to drive. You can just ride along."

“Thank you,” she said.

I was the first one out the door and to the car. I sat in the back seat and slid over so Missy could get in. Missy was next out the door and soon after, she was also in the back seat. Mom went to lock the back door, and Dad waited by the front door to lock it once everyone was outside.

"Did you enjoy the little game at breakfast?" Missy asked.

"Game? What game?" I exclaimed.

"You know... when I mentioned that you get up on your own."

She told me.

“Why was that a game? I was terrified that you would tell Mom and Dad that you saw me… you know, this morning,” I explained to her.

"It's a game grown-ups play. They say something that has two meanings. They know what it really means, others don't. Usually, parents or couples say things like that. Some call it an inside joke. I just call it a game. I would never say or do anything that would get you into trouble. You're way too important to me, and besides, I think we can have a lot of fun together if you want," Missy finally explained.

"If I had known that at breakfast, I might have enjoyed it more," I told her.

Meanwhile, Mom and Dad got into the car, so the conversation had to end. Dad started the car and began the 15-minute drive to the church. Missy slid right next to me and took my hand in hers. As soon as our hands touched, I felt a jolt. It was really strange. It was almost like watching Mike ejaculate, only better. Our eyes met, and with a smile, I relaxed and continued holding her hand.

“Cousin. She’s my cousin… What am I doing here?” I thought to myself as we drove down the street.

I felt my shaft swell and wondered if I was leaking precum. I felt her thumb as it rubbed against my fingers. I inhaled the sweet scent of Missy's perfume, and between the scent, her touch, and her comments, I was almost able to ignore the fact that we were related.

Dad pulled into the parking lot, and since we were late, we had to park in the back. As soon as the car stopped, I took my hand away from hers because I didn't want Mom and Dad to know we'd been holding hands. We all got out and went to the door. I went to my class, Missy to her college class, and Mom and Dad to their adult education class. After Bible study, I stayed behind to talk with Mike.

"If I ask you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?" I asked.

He chuckled and said, "If I haven't said anything about what we do together, then you don't need to worry. I'll keep everything you say a secret, because if I betray you, you'll have plenty to get back at me," Mike explained.

“Question: I know cousins are related, but are they so closely related that… um… you can’t do anything with them?” I asked, hoping he could read between the lines.

“What are you talking about?” he blurted out.

“I mean, can cousins be like… a boyfriend/girlfriend? Or can they do absolutely nothing?” I tried to ask, without actually asking the question.

“I’m not sure if I’m following you, but I’ve heard the term ‘cousins kissing’ before, but I don’t know what it all means. I mean, I guess as a boy and as a girl you could do that physically, but I’m not sure if it’ll send you to hell or not. On the other hand, a brother and sister could do something too, but I’m pretty sure you’d get into trouble much faster doing that,” Mike said.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks in the hallway. He looked around, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked, "Did you and Missy do it?"

I quickly replied, "NO!" After a short pause, I added, "She flirted with me... And... we held hands on the way to church."

"Was it like holding hands between boyfriends and girlfriends, or more like between an older sister and a younger brother?" he pressed. Since I didn't want it to sound like Missy was sexually harassing me, I replied, "Kind of like an older sister looking after her younger brother."

“Oh… wow!!! She’s really cute. I wish I had such a cute older sister to hold my hand, if only for protection,” Mike admitted.

“Do you want to sit with us during the service? You can see what she’s wearing today,” I asked.

"Is she hot?" whispered Mike.

“Yes,” I groaned.

We made it to the assembly hall and found Mom and Dad. We sat down next to them, and soon Missy came and squeezed past us to sit next to me. I watched Mike as she wiggled her bottom as she passed. I could tell from his expression that he wished she was his cousin.

I knew she wanted to hold hands, but it was too dangerous, so we just sat there. After the service, we all got up and left. On the way home, we held hands, just like we had on the way to church. We all went inside and changed.

Missy helped Mom with lunch, and Dad and I watched TV. After lunch, she helped Mom again. I had to tidy my room and help Dad in the garden. Missy took the newspaper and started looking for a job.

Later that afternoon, we freshened up and went back to Sunday evening service. Again, we held hands. Mike managed to find us so he could sit within sight of Missy and her cute pink and white skirt. I glanced at it now and then and noticed that Mike was hard most of the time he was sitting there. I really wanted to know what made him hard and what he was thinking about, but I never had the courage or the opportunity.

When we got home and changed, we had dinner and showered before going to bed. I wondered if Missy was playing a game with me, because she didn't say anything to suggest she wanted to continue.

That night in bed, I wanted to masturbate, but I was afraid of getting caught while Missy slept in the next room. I lay still in bed, thinking about Missy and what she looked like under her cute shorts, which she liked to wear. The last thing I remember is the throbbing of my penis as I wondered what it would be like if Missy weren't my cousin.

The next morning I slept in a little longer, and when I woke up, Mom and Dad had already left for work. This time I put on shorts in case Missy was still there. I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get something to eat. There I found a couple of messages. One was from Mom, saying that she and Dad had gone to work and that I should be good and do everything Missy said because she would be in charge when they weren't there. The other message was from Missy.

It said she had a job interview and then had to find an apartment. The last part of the message really hit me hard. I wasn't sure if I wanted Missy to find her own place. "Why?" I wondered. Did I really care about my own cousin? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I found something to eat and then cleaned myself up. I sat in front of the TV for a while and watched a few shows, still thinking about the Missy thing. When it was lunchtime, I found something to eat and then cleaned myself up again. I was about to go back to watching TV when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked out and smiled when I saw it was Missy. I ran to the door to see what she had to say.

"Hello, cousin Missy," I greeted her.

"Hello there, HD," she replied.

“HD?” I replied.

She giggled sweetly and replied, "Hard cock."

“Cousin Missy!” I called out.

"Oh... calm down. Your mom and dad are at work. And I kind of like that nickname. I think I'll call you HD from now on," Missy said to me.

"But what if Mom or Dad hear you call me that?" I pleaded.

"I'll just say it stands for 'Tough guy'. Is that okay with you?" she asked.

I'd never had a nickname before, so I didn't know what to make of it. What I did like was the personal attention from my cousin Missy. I told her it would be fine if she wanted to call me that.

"Are you going back outside, cousin Missy?" I asked.

"And one more thing. Stop calling me Cousin Missy. Just call me Missy, okay?" she pleaded.

"Why?" I asked. She looked deep into my eyes and said, "I have my reasons."

I sensed something I should have known. There was simply something in her behavior that should have told me she was planning something for the future.

"Now to your question: Yes. I'm leaving again. Would you like to come with me?" she finally asked.

"Sure." I answered quickly and then asked, "Where are we going?"

Giggling, she replied, "Perhaps you should be more careful when you say you'll go somewhere with me before you know where or what we'll be doing."

I looked at her with concern and asked again: "So, where are we going?"

"I still need to look at a few places where I can move," she said.

"But what if I told you that I didn't want you to move out?" I asked quickly, then wondered if I hadn't actually said that.

"That's so sweet, HD, but I don't think I could learn much here if I stayed. What I can tell you is, wherever I move, you'll always be welcome to visit me," she said, smiling.

"Cool," I tweeted.

"Now change your clothes and let's get out of here," she instructed me.

"What should I wear?" I asked.

She looked at my crotch and replied, "Let's see. I would really like you to wear what you were wearing when we saw each other on Sunday morning."

“But… But… Missy… I wasn’t wearing anything,” I asked.

“I … know …”, she giggled.

“But… cousin… um… I mean… Missy… we’re related. You know, cousins. I’m not so sure about this. I mean, I really like you, but I’m not sure if it’s right.” I asked, confused.

"Put on shorts and a shirt, and of course shoes, then let's get out of here. We can talk about our relationship on the way," she instructed me.

I did as she said, went to my room, but closed the door before I got dressed.

When I came back out, she said with a disappointed look: "Okay. Are you finished now, HD?"

“Yes,” I replied, knowing full well that she wanted me to leave the door open so she could watch me get dressed.

We walked down the street, and when we were making good progress, she reached out and took my hand. I enjoyed the way she touched me and held my hand, so I took her hand and held it tight. It just felt good when she held my hand.

"Can I be honest with you, HD?" she asked as we walked down the street.

Unsure of what she wanted to tell me, I finally said, "Yes."

She squeezed my hand tenderly and began, “HD. I know I’m over five years older than you, and five years isn’t much when the man is older than the woman. But when the woman is five years older than the man, that’s a different story. That part, as strange as it may sound, isn’t even close to being the biggest problem between us. Then there’s the problem that I’m an adult and you’re a minor. That could get me into serious trouble if anyone ever finds out. Then there’s the relationship issue. We’re cousins, but in some places, cousins are actually allowed to marry. And finally, everyone goes to church. All of that is frowned upon there. If it were just one problem, that would be one thing, but having all three at once would be a catastrophe just waiting to happen.”

I didn't know what to say, and Missy paused, and I thought she wanted me to say something, but all I could think of was, "Okay."

When we stopped at a traffic light, Missy turned around, looked me in the eyes and asked: "How do you feel about me?"

I didn't have to think long and quickly replied: "I like you very much."

"I like you too. But... I'd like to know what kind of relationship you want with me?" she asked.

I was only 12, almost 13, but I didn't yet have the experience to know what I wanted, especially what kind of relationship I wanted with an older woman. I sat there in the seat, holding my cousin's hand, trying to grow up in a split second. Luckily, we soon arrived at the place we were supposed to see, so at least I had a brief respite.

We both went into the apartment and looked around. I felt a little uncomfortable walking around with my cousin, but mostly because I wasn't sure what to do or say. Missy spoke to the building manager to find out everything she needed to before deciding if this would be her new home. I went from being a relative to a friend and then just a friend. At that point, I didn't even know what I was in relation to Missy. I desperately wanted to be her friend, but we were related. The next big problem was that I was only 12 years old and looked it, too. While Missy, at 15 or 16, could probably manage just fine, still…

Missy took the information, told the caretaker she had a few more places to look, and we set off. The next bus stop was only five minutes away. It was closer to the school, but farther from my house. Farther from the church, too. We arrived soon, got off, and went inside. We met the woman who showed us the apartment and learned that the furniture wouldn't be there and the apartment wouldn't be available until the first of the following month. Since the school year was about to start, she knew she'd have to stay with my parents longer than initially expected. I liked that, though.

We looked at the smaller, but nicer apartment. This complex had a swimming pool, which was good and cheaper. Since my cousin wouldn't have a roommate, it didn't matter if it was small or not. Missy asked the woman some questions about costs, garbage disposal, the pool, and so on. The woman gave Missy a piece of paper and told her and me to sit on the couch, look through the information, and ask questions if we had any.

Essentially, we learned that Missy could invite friends or relatives to stay overnight, but any stay longer than a week would require approval. I found out that if I was registered as a regular guest, I wouldn't have to sign in every time I visited, and I could use the pool whenever I wanted. It would be like being a tenant, but I wouldn't be able to stay all the time. This sounded good to both of us, and since her parents could bring their furniture the following month, it all seemed to work out. Missy agreed and paid a security deposit. The woman who showed me the apartment sat down on the couch and started filling out some paperwork while Missy and I made one last trip to the bedroom. Missy told the woman she wanted to figure out where to put her furniture. I followed her into the room, but as soon as we were hidden inside, Missy turned to me. She leaned in, pressed her lips to mine, and gave me a firm, loving kiss on the mouth. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my cousin and hers around mine. The kiss was very hot and passionate, but it didn't turn into a French kiss, though it was still very exciting.

“Thank you for coming with me and helping me decide on a place,” Missy said.

“Anytime,” I said.

I was more confused than ever. Was the kiss simply a thank-you kiss, or did it mean more to my cousin? I knew he meant the world to me, and
It was a kiss I won't soon forget. Even my little penis was interested.
He immediately sprang to life.

Missy took my hand and led me back to the main room, but just before we entered, we separated because we didn't want the woman to think there was anything between us. Missy got a receipt and a copy of the contract, and we left soon after. We got into her car and drove off.

I told her how much I wished she lived closer, but a pool would be nice. She explained that it was closer to school, which would make it easier for her to get home between classes. She also told me it was closer to church than where I lived and that she would see me there at least on Sundays. She wasn't sure about Wednesdays because of her classes. We held hands again on the way home. I was lucky, and she had completely forgotten her question because she was so interested in her new apartment.

Once home, we both went into the kitchen to make dinner for my parents. She thought it would be a nice surprise. We talked about what kind of job she wanted, and now that she knew where she would be living, she could focus on finding a job nearby.

"Do you already have an answer for me?" she asked suddenly.

"Answer? What question?" I replied.

“Idiot, what kind of relationship do you want with me?” she reminded me.

"I... um... well... I really like you a lot. I just wish I were older. That would make the decision so much easier." I broke down and explained it to her.

"Are you saying that if you were older... the same age as me or a little younger, you would like to be my friend?" she asked bluntly.

“I think so…”, I sort of agreed with her.

"What if we were cousins? What about Church?" she pressed.

“We could be kissing cousins?” I suggested.

“Kissing cousins? Where did you get that expression?” giggled Missy.

"From Mike, my best friend," I told her.

"You and Mike are close, aren't you?" she asked, as I had no idea why that was important.

Then she surprised me with: "Have you ever done anything together?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, silly goose. Sex stuff. Have you ever experimented?" she asked seriously.

I looked down, not intending to answer casually. I knew it was Mike's and my secret and that we couldn't tell anyone, so I did my best to keep that promise.

When I took too long, she said, "You know, it's perfectly normal for two boys or two girls to experiment with each other when they're young. There's nothing wrong with two boys masturbating each other or even giving each other oral sex. Anal sex would be questionable, but if you only do it once or twice, it's okay. You only learn by trying things out. It's only wrong if you don't do anything else or only do it with someone else."

I was really glad she explained it to me like that. Actually, I wanted to suck Mike's penis and have him suck mine, but I was too scared to suggest it. So, was this story not just about Mike and me, or was it also about Missy and me?

“Thank you. I appreciate you telling me about it. Mom and Dad never mentioned it in our sex talks,” I said when she interrupted me.

"I'm glad you found the information useful, but you shouldn't let her know that I told you something like that." She strongly recommended it.

"Okay." After a pause, I added: "Does that also include experiments between boys and girls?"

Missy fell silent and finally sat down in a chair. I began to wonder if I had said something wrong or upset her. I sat down next to her and took her hand while I tried to figure out what was wrong.

"Is everything alright?" I finally asked.

She looked at me and, with a glazed look in her eyes, finally began to explain.

"That's a very difficult question. In some ways, it's even true. Let's say you were only 6 or 7 years old, then that would be perfectly fine because you wouldn't really know what you were doing or whether it was right or wrong. You would simply try new things to see what felt good and how you were different from others. As you get older, that boundary becomes increasingly blurred until you reach the point where it's definitely wrong to have sex with the opposite sex or to do sexual things." She said this when I asked a question.

"At what age is it wrong?" I asked seriously.

“I would say that once you are a teenager, you should know what is right and wrong, and not do such things until you are married,” Missy said.

That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. Now I was even more confused. On the one hand, I thought it was wrong to have sex with Missy, but on the other hand, I was falling more and more in love with her and the temptation was growing stronger and stronger.

"You're saying it would be wrong if we were to experiment even once," I asked bluntly.

“Yes. Especially in my case, because not only am I much older and should know better, but I would also teach you inappropriate things. Besides, once you get to that point, you can't really stop. It becomes very intense and you feel like you absolutely have to have sex,” she said.

I wanted to know something, took a deep breath, and asked, even though I knew it wasn't appropriate to ask such questions. "Did you have sex with your boyfriend?"

Missy giggled in confusion before answering, "I guess you'd call it sex. Technically, at least. He put his penis inside me, pumped it for a minute or two, and he came. I didn't orgasm, partly because he was so small. His penis was only about 7.5 cm long and only a little thicker than yours. I could barely feel it inside me. I'd planned for us to be together forever and took the pill for six months before we actually did. We tried a few more times, but he still couldn't satisfy my needs."

"I'm sorry. Are you angry that you did it with him?" I asked.

“No. I’m glad we did it. Especially because if we had waited until the wedding, I would have been stuck with his small penis and without satisfaction,” she explained.

My penis had been moving up and down all day. I could feel my underwear getting wet with precum and wondered how long it would be before I came in my shorts. Missy got up and continued with dinner. We knew our time together was limited, but we also knew there would be more time in the coming days. I, on the other hand, was curious about whether or not I should do it with her. I wanted to now for more than one reason. I wanted to do it because I really liked her, because I wanted to know what it felt like, but most of all, because I wanted to make her feel good. The next problem was that, as a virgin, I had no idea how to go about it. Dinner was over, and we continued discussing our feelings and plans. We both wanted to do it, but we both knew it was wrong. It wasn't the cousin that bothered us the most, but the religious aspect.

The age factor wasn't even an issue at that point. We ended our discussion by deciding to just let things happen. If it happened, that would be fine. If we could abstain from sex, that would be better. We certainly wouldn't force it. I knew she was having trouble with that, mainly because she was so much older and worried it might cause me problems later on. Which was funny, because that hadn't factored into my decision at all, and I'd told her so quite frankly. We heard the front door open, and like a bunch of cockroaches scurrying about when the lights come on, we sat down separately at opposite ends of the couch, careful not to hold hands anymore. Missy told Mom and Dad dinner was ready, and after they freshened up, we all went into the dining room for dinner.

We all sat down and held hands while Dad prayed. Her touch made me tingle as our skin brushed against each other. I felt a little bad while Dad prayed because I felt like I'd done something wrong. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong so far, but I thought it would happen eventually, and the worst part was that I had no idea how to stop it. My feelings for Missy were growing stronger by the hour and showed no signs of stopping.

During dinner, we talked about Mom and Dad's workday, and Missy told them about the apartment she'd been given. Missy explained how I'd driven her there and that she was happy with the apartment she'd chosen. They were glad that Missy had taken me along and done things with me. Then she told them that she'd have to stay with us longer and why. They had absolutely no problem with the situation. They were happy that she'd found an apartment near the school and the church. She explained that she would be leaving early in the morning to look for a job, and depending on how it went, she might be able to cook dinner the next day. They understood and wished her good luck. Then she looked over at me and told me in front of Mom and Dad that I'd be alone all day and that she'd see me tomorrow evening. I'm not sure if she said that for my benefit or for Mom and Dad's.

I was disappointed that we wouldn't be together, but perhaps it was for the best. It would give me time to think about it and figure out whether or not I would get my way with my cousin. I knew that if I wanted to, she would gladly let me try to satisfy her. Mom helped Missy clean up the kitchen, and soon we were all sitting in the living room watching TV. Missy left early to shower and get ready for bed. When she was finished in the bathroom, I took over the shower and was ready for bed shortly after. Missy came into my room, kissed me on the lips, and thanked me again for the lovely day.

She looked down and saw my penis rise in response to the situation. To make me feel better, she reached down and began massaging my penis. I started moaning, but before I came, she patted the head, kissed me again, and told me to sleep well. Mom came in later, tucked me in, and kissed me too, but it was a completely different kind of kiss. It was late that night before I could fall asleep because I was thinking so much about the day and the decision I had to make. The next morning, I was woken by a movement in my bed. Then I felt the covers being pulled back from my body, and then the sensation of a warm body sliding into position next to me. It was dark in my room, but the darkness couldn't mask the scent of my cousin's perfume. My penis was hard as a rock and had its morning erection. I inhaled deeply my cousin's scent as she took my ragingly hard penis into her soft hands. At that point, I was ready to do anything to get more.

I felt Missy snuggle against my ear and blow warm air into it. My hard shaft began to throb as her breath brought me to a fever pitch. Her sweet fingers found my almost hairless scrotum and began to roll my testicles in their loving fingers. When I came back to my senses and realized what was happening, I reached down, grabbed Missy's fingers, and pulled them out of my package. As I did so, I said, "Mommy... Daddy... Stop..."

"They've already gone to work," she purred.

Knowing that made a huge difference. I immediately let go of her hand and let her continue playing with my genitals. Wanting to know how her small but firm breasts felt, I reached for her and began playing with each one, pulling on her nipples.

“Mmmm… Yesss… Feels good…”, she moaned.

The more she moaned, the more I played. The more I played, the more she played with me and my penis until we were both driven wild. Her mouth was next to my ear, and soon I felt her tongue licking the inside. It felt strange, but incredibly exciting. A little later, she told me how much she'd wanted my penis inside her ever since she'd first seen me hard. She explained how I could make her feel good even though I was younger than her boyfriend because he was so small compared to me. The more she played and the more she talked to me, the less I cared about anything other than making her feel good, and how could there be anything wrong with making someone feel good? When Missy saw how far I was going to go, she started to move. She took one of my hands and pulled it away from her beautiful breast. She lowered her hand to her hole, where she placed my hand on her slit.