"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
