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Visit from cousin Missy - Simon - 11-25-2025
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.