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Kissing Cousins
WARNING: This is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between females. If this type of content offends you,
or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
KISSING COUSINS by Candy Kane
My name is Pamela and I'm eighteen. Recently, I spent a weekend watched
after my thirteen-year-old neighbor, Michelle, while her folks and my
parents went on a cruise to the Bahamas. It was Saturday night and
Michelle and I were in the room watching TV. Michelle was sprawled
out on the floor in front of me while I lay on the couch. She had on a
football jersey and panties; I was in a tank top with some cutoffs.
There was nothing good on and I was bored as I used the remote to
channel surf.
Suddenly, I clicked on the adult channel and for some reason it was
coming in unscrambled. We both perked up at the sight of a guy and a
doing it.
"I don't think you should be watching this, Michelle," I said. Since I
had to stay home all weekend to look after her and couldn't go on a date,
which meant I wouldn't have sex, I was immediately turned on by the idea of
at least getting to watch a little porn and slipping my hand between my
legs. But I didn't feel comfortable doing it in front of Michelle.
"Come on, Pam," Michelle said, "please let me stay. Besides, I've seen
stuff like this before."
"Oh, really? And just exactly where?" I asked.
"My has some X-rated in his room. I found them
once and watched them when there was nobody at home."
"Well . . . I don't know," I said not sure if she was telling me the
truth.
"Please, Pam, I swear I've seen fucking before. Besides, I'm already
masturbating practically everyday."
"Michelle! I can't believe you said that."
"Why? It's perfectly natural. Anyway, how were you when you
started?"
I had to think for a moment. "Well, actually, I was younger than you."
"See. Now can I stay and watch? Come on, Pam, it'll be fun."
Reluctantly I gave in. "But you have to promise you won't tell anybody.
If your folks find out, they'll kill me."
"I promise," she said with a big grin and turned back around to watch
the movie.
I reached up and flipped off the lights and we settled in to enjoy the
sex. Michelle was lying on her back on the floor with her head resting on
a pillow while I propped myself up in the corner of the couch. After a
moment or two I quietly reached down and unzipped my shorts while I watched
the in the get down on all fours and let the guy fuck her from
behind.
I slipped my hand inside my and started playing with myself,
feeling the first hint of relief. I had been horny all day and the
definitely made my itch. Then the scene changed to two French
kissing. It didn't take long before they were naked and making love. I
really liked girl-girl scenes in adult because the lovemaking was
usually soft and tender, not the fake guy-girl sex. And secretly, I'd
fantasized a lot about what it would be like to have sex with a girl.
I'd never actually done it, not technically anyway. Like most
growing up, I'd made out with my girlfriends, mostly practicing for when we
would be allowed to date boys. But sometimes we would go a little further
and feel each other up. Usually it would start with but would
eventually wind up fingering each other. I mean, isn't that what
sleepovers are for: so horny teenage can experiment with each other?
I can still remember some really intense make-out sessions. My mouth and
tongue would be worn out from necking for hours, and the smell of aroused
young was such a turn-on. By the time we finally fell asleep, there
would be some rather large wet spots on the sheets. Fragrance companies
spend millions developing new perfumes every year. If someone would just
bottle the scent of a little girl's the first time she comes, they'd
have people fucking in the streets.
I remember the first time I made out with a girl. She was my cousin
Becky and we were thirteen. Becky was spending the night with me, and
after my had gone to bed, we stayed up late watching TV. We were lying
on each end of the couch with our legs entwined as we watched a movie.
Becky and I liked toughing: hanging on each other, hugging, playing
footsie, always arm-in-arm or holding hands. We were not only cousins, but
also the best of friends and were very open when it came to sharing our
deepest secrets, especially anything having to do with sex. Our latest
revelation was that we had both started masturbating; I admitted that I
liked to do it when I first woke up and Becky preferred doing it before
going to sleep. Although we had never done it together, I think secretly
we both wanted to. I know I did.
During a commercial, Becky said, "Did you do the deed this morning?" The
"deed" was what we called it.
"No," I said, realizing I really missed it when I didn't get to finger
myself. "Did you?"
"No." Beck squirmed around and her smooth, bare legs rubbed against
mine, her little toes tickled my bottom. Then she said, "Do you always
have an orgasm?"
"What?" I asked. This was the first time we'd really addressed that
issue. I muted the and looked over at her.
"You know, when you do the deed, do you always come?"
"I didn't at first," I said. "But now, I pretty much do every time."
Just talking about it made me press my legs together. "Do you?" I asked,
wanting to rub myself.
"It depends on how quiet I have to be. If my mom's boyfriend is
sleeping over, I can always have an orgasm because they're in the next room
making so much noise fucking, they wouldn't hear me if I screamed. But if
it's just at home, I have to try and get off without making a sound.
It's hard sometimes, but I love a challenge."
We both giggled.
"I love to do it too," I said. "It feels so good when you get one of
those comes that curls your toes."
We both laughed again.
Becky said, "Guess what? My might let me go to the with
Jeff."
"No shit," I said, sitting straight up. "When?"
"Maybe this weekend."
"No shit twice." I couldn't believe it, an official date with a boy.
"So are you going to let him do anything?"
"I don't know, Pam. I hadn't even thought about it."
"That's bullshit. It's probably all you've been thinking about. Are
you going to let him kiss you?"
"Maybe. But I've never made out before so I'll have to think about it.
I don't want to disappoint him."
"You'll be a great kisser, I just know it," I said.
"I don't know," Becky said. "I've tried practicing on the back of my
hand and on a pillow, but it feels so stupid."
"Well, show me what you're doing, maybe I can help."
We sat up and Becky formed a fist and started kissing the side of her
hand, closing her eyes and trying to look dramatic.
"You're right," I said. "It does look stupid.
"I told you." She quit and gave me a pitiful look. "Any suggestions?"
I thought for a moment and then said, "Well, if you want, you can
practice on me."
"Pam, you're a girl! I need to know how to kiss a boy."
"So what would be the difference?"
"Well, for one thing, you're my best girlfriend. You don't really think
I'm going to kiss you the same as I would a boy?"
"Why not. Kissing is kissing. Besides, it's would just be for
practice. If you got good with me, then you could really turn a on. I
mean I'm only offering to help you out. If you don't want to, that's fine
with me."
"Well hold on. I do but if we did it, wouldn't that mean we were
lesbians?"
"Becky, do you like boys?" I asked.
"Sure."
"So do I. If we kiss, and we still like boys, then we aren't lesbians."
I reached out and touched her bare leg. "Becky, I can't wait until the
first time I make out with a boy. But I want to really know what I'm doing
when the time comes. If we help each other out, we'll be experts. It's
that simple."
She thought for a moment and then said, "You may be right. But we have
to agree that we won't tell anyone, OK?"
"Agreed." We shook hands and then giggled as we continued to hold hands.
"Actually," Becky said, "I'm kind of glad that the first person I'll
ever make out with is you."
"Yeah, me too," I said and we hugged. "I love you, Becky."
"I love you, Pam."
Then we realized the moment of truth had come. "So, how do you want to
do it?" I asked.
"Well," Becky said. "Since you're playing the part of the boy, why
don't you kiss me first."
I was afraid she'd say that, I thought. Hesitantly, I nodded and leaned
forward until our lips were only an inch apart. "Aren't we supposed to
close our eyes?" I asked, realizing we were staring at each other.
"Oh yeah, right," she said and closed hers.
I did too and our lips touched. We sort of just pressed them together
for a moment and then pulled back. "Well," I said as we looked at each
other, "do you feel any different?"
"You mean, do I suddenly feel like a dyke?"
We laughed. "No, I meant did it make you feel good, did it turn you
on?"
"Well, it was nice," Becky said. "But I don't feel any different.
Beside, this is only for practice, remember? We're just girls."
"I know, but I wondered if I was any good, that's all."
"Why don't we try again and I'll tell you."
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. This time, I opened my
mouth a little and let the tip of my tongue lightly touch her lips. I felt
Becky react with a slight intake of air and I expected her to pull away
grossed out. But instead, she started pressing her mouth harder on mine.
So I continued to use the tip of my tongue to explore her lips. We did
this for a few moments and then Becky opened her lips ever so slightly and
I felt the warm softness of her tongue come out and meet mine.
This time, I was the one to react: I sighed at this new, erotic twist.
Up until now, we were just pressing lips. Suddenly, we were kissing-very
close to making out. This next phase lasted only about thirty seconds. I
was going to see if Becky would let me put the tip of my tongue in her
mouth when she slipped her arms around me neck and opened her mouth. Next
thing I knew we were French kissing. I wrapped my arms around her waist
and we started moaning and breathing heavy as we pressed our bodies
together.
Soon it became uncomfortable to enjoy making out while staying in this
position. So, reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said breathlessly, "Let's
lay down."
Equally out of breath, Becky said, "Great idea." She pushed me backward
in her effort to get comfortable so we could continue. We quickly
positioned ourselves side-by-side on the couch and immediately locked our
mouths together. This is how we stayed for the next half-hour, eating each
other's mouths as if our kisses would have to last a lifetime. If we had
been in a car, the windows would have quickly fogged over from the intense
heat we produced.
While we made out, we held each other tight. Because we quickly worked
up a sweat, I didn't realize just how wet I was getting between my legs.
Finally, out of breath I said, "Becky, I've got to go pee. I'll be right
back."
"But I don't want to stop," she said with a pitiful expression.
"I said I'll be right back."
"Can we make out some more just as soon as you come back?"
I planted a kiss on her lips. "Of course," I said and hopped up. I ran
down the hall to the bathroom wanting to as fast so I could get back to
her. In the bathroom, I pulled my T-shirt up and slipped my down
around my knees. As I sat on the toilet, I glanced down and noticed the
crotch was glistening with moisture. I touched the sticky wetness with my
finger and brought it to my nose smelling the unmistakable scent of sex.
Then it hit me that Becky had turned me on; kissing her had made me wet. I
was so aroused at the idea that my hand shook when I wiped myself with the
tissue. And when I touched my vagina, I jumped as I came in contact with
my swollen clitoris.
I needed to get off right then and there and started rubbing my crotch.
But I realized if I stayed in the bathroom and masturbated, Becky would
wonder what was taking so long. I needed to get back to her and tell her
what happened. So I stood and pulled my up. The wet crotch had
cooled in the air and when it touched me, I almost fainted.
I ran back into the living room, and as I came around the corner, Becky
was lying there with her eyes closed and her hand between her legs. She
was fingering herself while she used her other hand under her T-shirt to
play with her nipple.
"Oh my God, Becky, you too?" I said.
Becky opened her eyes but they had a faraway look in them. She never
stopped masturbating as she smiled up at me. "Pam, I'm so hot. Look what
you made me do."
I couldn't take my eyes off her finger moving in quick little circles
beneath the thin fabric. My hand went instinctively to my crotch and I
knew we were finally going to together. "Becky, let's go to my
room and lock the door," I said. "Then we can do it on my bed in private.
If my wakes up and catches us in here, she'll kill us both."
"Okay," Beck said and reluctantly stopped. She got up and we held hands
as we quietly slipped down the hall to my bedroom. Warm wetness covered
her hand and it excited me knowing where it came from. Once we were inside
and I'd locked the door, I brought my hand to my nose and smelled her.
God, what a turn-on!
Becky smiled realizing what I had done. "Do you want to do it naked?"
she asked.
"It sounds so wicked," I said, hesitating for only a moment as I
continued to sniff her scent. "And fun." We giggled as we slipped out of
our and T-shirts. Then we got on the bed; Becky wrapped her arms
around my neck and pulled me down on top of her.
"We need more practice," she said and stuck her tongue in my mouth.
Feeling her naked body under mine made me light headed. I had never
been this aroused in my life and I would have sworn my was on fire
except that I knew it was soaking wet.
After a few minutes of very passionate kissing, I whispered, "Becky, do
you want to do the deed while we make out?"
"Oh yes," she said.
Relieved that we both wanted it, I rolled off her and we lay on our
sides facing each other. "Are you having fun?" I said.
"The most I've ever had." She slipped her hand down between her legs and
moaned as she touched herself.
I couldn't wait any longer and started too. It was heaven as I slipped
a finger inside my warm hole. We lay there watching each other, and after
a few minutes, we snuggled up close enough that our lips touched, kissing
as we fingered ourselves. It took about a minute or two before we climaxed
together.
Later, as we lay in the dark just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, Becky
said, "Pam, I've got an idea."
"What?"
"Since you're officially still playing the part of the boy, right, why
don't we practice what it would be like if you put your finger in me?"
I had to admit I did want to find out if Bechy's felt like mine
or was every a little different. "Only if you do me too."
"Deal," she said and turned on her side facing me. "Pam, I really like
kissing you."
I moved over next to her. "You're turning into a regular nympho," I
said and we giggled. "So, who goes first?"
"Let's do it together," she said and raised her knee up exposing
herself.
I propped my leg up too and reached down to spread my lips open
for her. It felt so wicked opening my legs so Becky could touch me. And
when she did, I thought I would pass out. Her hand gently cupped my
and her finger slid in. In no time she found my clitoris.
"God, you're so wet," she said.
"So are you," I said, placing my hand on her soft patch of hair.
Spreading her lips wide open, I stuck my middle finger in and couldn't
believe how hot she was. And how soft. "This feels so good," I whispered.
"Oh fuck," was all Becky could say.
"I love it when you talk dirty," I said with a giggle.
She brought her mouth to mine and we French kissed while we got each
other off for the second time that night.
Becky and I repeated our little practice sessions many times over the
next year sometimes making out and doing the deed for hours. Then her
family moved away and we never saw each other again. But I'll never forget
the taste of her lips on mine and the smell of her sex on my fingers. * * *
I got a warm tingle between my legs as I lay on the couch watching the
adult and thinking about those nights with Becky. Like I said, I'd
never officially gone all the way and eaten pussy. Looking back, I wish I
had, at least with my kissing cousin. So, at eighteen, I still hadn't
tried it. But I had to admit there were a few that I definitely
wanted to fuck. Like the exchange student in my English class. If
she had dropped her in front of the whole school and told me to go
down on her, I would have buried my face between her legs in a heartbeat.
Or any of the cheerleaders. I had heard that they not only liked fucking
boys but did each other too. So as I watched the in the make
love and thought about what I should have tried with Becky, my breathing
increased and my fingers went to work.
I'd almost forgotten about Michelle. Opening my eyes, I looked down at
her on the floor in front of the and realized she was enjoying the
lesbians as much as I was. She had her legs spread and I could see her
hand between them, her fingers rubbed her crotch. In the glow of the TV, I
could tell she was wet, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her
slender hips moving in a sexy circle.
Well, if she wasn't going to hide it, neither was I. In one quick
motion, I slipped my shorts and down my legs and tossed them aside.
With one leg draped over the top of the couch and the other hanging off the
edge, I fingered myself with one hand while I reached under my tank top and
played with my swollen nipples. Then the in the got into a
sixty-nine and ate each other. It looked like so much fun, and I was dying
to try it. I made up my mind to ask one of the cheerleaders if she would
like to come over and spend the night with me. Maybe I would even ask the
girl in my English class. All she could do was say no. And if she said
yes, I'd be in heaven.
I closed my eyes and pictured my cousin Becky wrapping her arms around
my neck whispering that she wanted me so bad. We were naked and the scent
of her arousal made my heart race. We pressed our together and she
pushed her damp crotch into my thigh. I moved my leg between hers and she
rubbed her wet sex up and down it while she told me how sweet it was going
to be. She slowly dropped to her knees, kissing me all the way down and I
felt her hot breath as her fingers spread my lips. Then she put her tongue
inside.
"Oh, shit!" I cried out and jerked my head up. "Michelle! What are you
doing?" The thirteen-year-old was naked, lying on the couch between my
legs, licking me.
"I'm eating you," she said matter-of-fact. "Don't you like it?" Before
I could answer, the tip of her tongue found my clitoris and explosions went
off in my head. Her hot little mouth had set me on fire.
"Michelle . . ." I tried to talk but she ran her tongue up the length of
my and I almost came. "Oh fuck, Michelle," I said breathlessly.
"Where did you learn . . . ?" I couldn't finish the question, it felt so
good.
"I'm just doing what those did in the movie," she said, taking a
moment to raise her smiling face. "How do you like it?" Her mouth was wet.
"Oh my God," was all I could get out as I closed my eyes and felt my
orgasm building. Her tongue went back to work and I clamped my legs around
her head. Suddenly, my body shook, my back arched, and I came with a
scream. This little had just given me one of the most incredible
orgasms of my life.
I was out of breath, unable to see clearly. I felt a river flow out of
me and I could hear Michelle lapping it up. When she had finally licked me
clean, she moved up and lay on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw her
broad grin.
"Isn't this fun?" she said and we French kissed.
I could taste my girl-cum on her lips; it was so erotic on her
tongue knowing she had just had it inside my vagina.
"Pam," she said after we had made out for a while, "you sure get wet
when you come." Her cheeks still glistened.
"Do you like the taste?" I asked.
She licked her lips and gave out a cute little moan. "I love it," she
said and snuggled her head in the crook of my neck. We held each other in
a loving embrace and after a few minutes, she said, "I hope you're not mad
at me, Pam. But I really wanted to make you feel good, you know, like the
girls in the movie."
"No, sweetheart," I said. She had her leg draped over me and I felt her
wet sex on my thigh. I slowly caressed her back, running my hand along her
bottom. "I'm not mad at all." I kissed her forehead. "It was so sweet of
you."
"So you thought it was fun?"
"Oh yes," I said. I realized that holding her in my arms, stroking her
warm skin, feeling her little hard nipples on my chest, and smelling her
arousal was turning me on all over again. I sensed moisture forming
between my legs and knew I wanted to have sex with her more than anything.
"Great!" she said, raising up and planting another kiss on my lips.
"Then can we do it some more?"
My heart skipped a beat as it suddenly hit me. I was about to have my
fantasy come true. I had dreamed of what it would have been like to make
love to Becky, regretting that we hadn't done it. Now I had this sweet
little angel in my arms begging me to do it. And best of all, we were
going to be alone together for the next two days! I trembled at the
thought.
Hesitantly, I said, "Michelle, are you sure you really want to do this?"
"Oh yes. Watching those was such a turn-on and then getting to
lick you made me want to come so bad." She wiggled her hips and pressed her
pussy against me, her clit rubbed mine. "Please, Pam," Michelle said.
"It'll be lots of fun, I promise."
That feeling that I'd experienced with Becky so long ago swept over
me. "Okay, sweetheart," I said.
"Yes!" she shouted and kissed me. Before I knew it, her tongue was in
my mouth and we were running our hands all over each other. She humped my
leg, grinding her into me and on my tongue. Then she got up
and stood on the couch with her feet straddling my head. It was then that
I realized how incredibly beautiful her sex was and how much I wanted
to taste it. Michelle squatted down until she was only a couple of inches
from my face. I stroked her legs as I looked up at her.
"Do you think it's pretty?" she asked.
"It's gorgeous," I said, smelling her and feeling the heat from between
her legs.
"So you want to lick it?"
My answer was a deep moan as I drew her to me. In one long motion, I
ran my tongue from her little puckered anus to the top of her slit. I
softly kissed her swollen lips and then spread them open with my fingers. I
breathed in her scent, closed my eyes and I covered her opening with my
mouth, sliding my tongue in. It was finally official: I had gone all the
way. I was eating and loving it. I only wish it had been my kissing
cousin, Becky.
End
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