Cousin's Club Benevolent Society
Copyright c ReadyOne 2002.  All Rights Reserved.

Being the only ones who lived in the city, my sister
and I were supposed to live a different kind of life
than the rest of my cousins.  But let me assure you
that the only functional differences between us were
the differences between the girls and the boys.

Aunt Eddie had her first 5 kids close spaced, like 15
months apart.  She and Uncle Rob bought a small farm
outside of town in the same county as her sisters Emma
and Florie.  All of them seemed to be in competition
with each other to be in the family way, so I had a
dozen first cousins within 3 years of my age.

My sister and I lived a couple of counties away from
the rest of the crew so we could go a month or two
between visits, depending on how the adults felt.  But
in the summer the families often swapped sub-sets of
kids for vacations, and sometime during the summer we
all lived for a week or two with a different aunt and
uncle.

Aunt Eddie's old farmhouse had an upstairs with two
large rooms plus a bath and storage room, and a door to
an attic that passed through to the garage.  She
believed she could keep better watch on things if there
were no doors on any rooms upstairs, plus she also had
Uncle Rob remove a foot from the top and bottom of the
door to the upstairs bath.  Privacy depended on the
honor system, and there was always bitching.  The only
rule that was truly enforceable was "no girls in the
boy's dorm and vice versa."

Charlie and I had started Junior high when I first
learned about group masturbation.  We were alone in the
dorm sitting on the big bed when he ask me if I'd ever
jerked off.  I had no vocabulary for sex and no idea
what he meant.  After trying to bluff my way thorough,
I confessed my ignorance.  "Let me show you how" he
said, dropped his pants and shorts, then laid back on
the bed.  When I noticed his dick, it was already
erect.  He grasp it in his hand and after a minute of
pumping up and down white goo gushed forth.

I might not know have know the words, but I knew the
actions.  I masturbated too, only with an alternate
method.  About 1 in 5 guys like to rub against
something.  For me, being on my belly rubbing against
the sheet gave even more stimulation than using my
hand.  After I demonstrated, Charlie made a big thing
about cleaning up the sheets so Aunt Eddie wouldn't
find out.  He encouraged me to use the more
conventional route so the mess landed on my chest.

So it was that all the boys currently in residence
would take a break every afternoon to go upstairs and
beat our meat.  When the girls noticed our regular
absences, they decided to investigate.  According to my
sister, they sent out a spy who reported back.  No big
deal, business as usual, case closed.

Except that my sister hadn't seen it before.  I don't
think she would have even recognized exactly what we
were doing.  Her ignorance was touching to the other
females who then decided to further her education.

The story of birds and bees fascinated her and she
asked many questions.  "Why do they rub their little
weenies?"  "What does a boy's dick look like when it
gets big?"  "Does it really get bigger than their
hand?"  "Why does it have to get so big anyway?"  They
spent a long time explaining everything they knew about
lovemaking.  Eventually a field trip was organized to
supplement the sex education lesson.

We boys prided ourselves on our woodman's abilities.
Men went hunting every fall, and tracking and stalking
practice occurred regularly.  The girls gave themselves
away by casting a shadow through the doorway onto the
bed.  When it fell on Cliff, he was cool and ignored
them until we had all cum.  Then he suddenly got up and
moved to the door so that the girls had to retreat into
the storeroom to avoid being caught.  Then Cliff had us
huddle up by the window and told us what was going on.

The debate raged.  Would they tell Aunt Eddie, who
would have to do something to stop us?  Could they be
bought?  Scared?  Blackmailed?  Reasoned with?  I
argued for reason, Cliff argued for a sound beating.
Charlie thought we should try to set them up.  We
decided to surprise them in hiding and try guilt.  But
our quiet sneaking up to the door followed by the big
rush to the storeroom was for naught.  While we were
all figuring out what to do, the girls slipped away.

I volunteered to play secret agent, and sought out my
sister after supper when she was out in the garden
picking tomatoes.  I don't know how I did it, but I
wangled a deal of the "you show me your and I'll show
you mine" type.  The girls could come in and watch once
if we could watch them.  But when my sister asked if
she would be watched too, it almost fell apart.  I
agreed that only one of them needed to demonstrate, and
she agreed to take the offer back to girl's council.

Them darn girls were a sneaky bunch of tricksters.  The
next afternoon, as soon they saw us go up to the dorm,
they appeared outside the door.  We dutifully jacked
off, and my sister was actually brazen enough to run
inside our room and slop up some of the white stuff on
Charlie's tummy with her fingers.  She and the girls
then quickly retreated to their room.  Slowly we got
out pants up and went over to their door.

Ann was the designated demonstrator.  She was wearing
boy's jeans, which she removed the belt from and held
the waist open like a big bag.  Then she wiggled a bit
so they slipped down an inch, and reached inside with
her hand.  It didn't stay in there long, and nothing
happened other than a smirk grew on her face.  I was
pretty sure then and am absolutely sure now that she
didn't come close to masturbating, let along to
orgasming.  We had been gypped royal!

That evening, I volunteered to burn the trash so I
could consult with my sister out in the garden again.
She thought the girls had executed their plan with
brilliance.  I told her that we knew that she knew that
the girls had violated both the spirit and the letter
of the agreement.  I promised unspecified revenge
unless they came across honorably.  She thumbed her
nose at me.

I was proud of the education I'd gotten from my cousins
and I used it to lay on the guilt extra heavily.  The
girls had never orgasmed in their lives.  They didn't
even know what to do to get excited.  They would never
be women or ever find out what a woman's pleasure was,
let alone experience it.  Their chests were flat (a
false charge) and their pussies were hairless (unknown
validity) and they couldn't even go to the bathroom
standing up (later proven false).  And none of them
would never ever get a date because we'd spread the
word about them and tell the boys that they had VD
(what ever that was).  My sister retreated well, and I
went away totally unsatisfied.

When I reported back, there were still several hours
before bedtime.  The parents decided to all go over to
Aunt Florie's to play cards and reminded us that there
was always a stool pidgin to tell on us if we didn't
follow orders for lights out.  When they left we
reconvened the boy's council meeting.  Cliff's proposal
was modified a bit, and scheduled for that evening.

Down in the basement was a shower room.  It opened into
the laundry area on one side, the well room on the
other, and the well room had a half stairs going up to
the garage.  A quick reconnaissance trip left the half
stair door open a crack and emptied out the towels in
the shower room cabinet.  Then after changing into the
designated uniform of bare feet and boxers, we waited
for the water to start running.

The girls had locked the door between the stairs and
the laundry room, but that wasn't a problem to a bunch
of mechanically minded boys.  Charlie had it unlocked
before the Doug and I had finished infiltrating the
well room.  When we appeared in both of the shower room
doors, the girls screamed, then ran for the towel
cabinet.  It was so sweet to hear them curse when they
found it empty.  All they could do was turn and face
the wall or cover their titties and their muffies with
their hands.

Cliff did the honors.  He backed Ann into a corner, and
told her that she owed us a demonstration.

I give credit to Ann.  She stopped trying to hide, and
turned to face him.  Her personality changed from a
scared little girl to a woman on the make.  She tossed
her hair back and put a wicked smile on her face.
"Come on now, big boy."  She used a most provocative
voice and then started slowly advancing, one foot
directly in front of the other, hips swaying.  "Are you
man enough for me?"

Cliff backed away a bit.  He hadn't planned on doing
anything more than scaring her in honoring the deal,
and now she was turning the tables by going after his
manhood.  He stammered a bit at first.  "Show us your
stuff, baby.  Let us see what you've got."

Ann began a slow dance.  Our cocks grew to show well
inside the boxers.  The other girls let down their
guard a bit and started watching.  I'm not sure anyone,
even Ann, knew she had such talent.  And Lord only
knows where she could have seen a strip dance.  We
certainly hadn't until now!

She did her best to torment Cliff, thrusting her pelvis
at him, lifting her boobs toward his mouth and tearing
them away, making quick grabs towards his cock.  Cliff
slowly retreated as she taunted him.  "Can you make me
cum, little boy?  Do you know what a woman wants?  Can
you give a woman what she needs?"  All too soon she had
Cliff backed against the wall.  We wondered what he
would do to redeem himself.

Finally he pulled his briefs away from his erection,
pointed it at her and called her bluff.  "Here it is
baby, all for you.  Take it and show us how much you
love cock.  Make love to it, baby!"

Ann cracked when Cliff pointed it at her and started to
stroke it.  Slowly but coolly she turned around to walk
away.

Cliff stepped out and grabbed her around the waist,
lifted her off her feet, and carried her over to the
shower room bench.  She struggled a bit to get out of
his bear hug, and we could see Cliff's dick pressed up
against her back.  I wondered if he'd cum from just her
wiggling against him.

At the end of the shower bench, Cliff set Ann back on
her feet just long enough to pick her up, arms under
her knees and shoulders.  This time, when her picked
her up, she didn't struggle, probably afraid he might
drop her on the hard concrete floor.  He and gently
laid her face up on the bench with her legs hanging off
the end.  Ann seemed to relax and go with the flow.
Her nipples were erect and her face assumed a "come
hither" look.

I checked out everyone else.  Flags were full staff.
Charlotte was rubbing herself.  Charlie had taken off
his boxers and was slowly stoking himself.  My sister
was breathing heavily and watching Charlie.  She seemed
fascinated and totally oblivious to anything else.
Doug and I moved further inside the shower room and
came up behind Charlotte.  The situation seemed
explosive.

When Cliff ordered her to "Play with your tits," Ann
closed her eyes and started playing with her breasts
right away.  She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her
thumbs against her nipples then trapped them against
her fingers.  She pulled on them and they got hard and
tight and seemed to be sensitive to her touch.  Her
face had a wanting look, lips pouted open to show her
tongue against them.  Her breathing became shallow and
her neck and chest were flushed.

After a while, he stooped at the end of the bench in
front of her legs.  Her took her knees in each hand,
telling her to "spread your legs" as he moved them
apart.  They fell open to give a lovely view.

Ann's pussy looked like nothing I'd ever seen before.
The lips were swollen open.  There was moist pink
showing inside between more folds of flesh.  I could
see the small opening that was her vagina.  "Play with
your pussy!" came Cliff's order and Ann moved her hands
down to comply.  One finger started rubbing in a circle
high up her slit.  A finger on her other hand slipped
into her hole and started circling around the edge of
it.

Cliff stood up and positioned himself beside her waist
his dick leaning out a bit like a saluting sword.  He
began jacking himself off as he feasted his eyes on
Ann's neat body.

"Do it, faster.  Get those fingers inside you more," he
commanded.  Ann sped up and started working her finger
further inside herself.  Cliff speeded up too.  "Two
fingers, now.  Fill yourself up real good."  Ann put a
second finger inside and in a couple of more strokes
her hips started to raise up off the bench.  She seemed
to be scratching in itch inside her.  After a while,
the words "Cum now bitch!  Cum hard!"  made Ann let out
a small wail and start shuddering.

That was enough for Cliff to release his load over
Ann's tummy, but she didn't notice.  She just kept
moaning and shaking.  Then Cliff reached down and
started flipping her nipple with his fingers.  Ann
arched up as high as she could and went stiff.

"Ah! I'm cuming, I'm cuming, I'm cuming hard!"  came
out not quite a true scream.  Cliff grabbed her
nipples, pinched them and then started rolling them.
Ann convulsed for quite a while, then suddenly grabbed
Cliff's hand.  "Stop! No more!"  She clasp them hard
against her chest.  Cliff relaxed his hold on her tits.

Charlotte had been rubbing herself while watching the
Cliff and Ann show.  By the time Cliff was pistoning
himself above Ann's belly, Doug and I had put ourselves
on either side of Char.  We looked at each other, and I
gave him a sign.  Puckering up with a kiss, I pointed
at my nipples then at Charlottes.  Doug puckered back
at me and then moved his mouth toward the boob on his
side.  I moved for the other.  Together, we each
grabbed a breast and began to suck on a teat.

Charlotte jumped, and then leaned to push her breasts
into our faces.  She reached down and added her second
hand to play with herself and rubbed faster and faster.
When Cliff started shooting onto Ann, Charlotte began
to shudder and sagged.  We caught her and gently
lowered her to sit on the floor.  It was cold concrete,
but she didn't seem to notice.  She just leaned against
us and shook and shook as she rubbed and rubbed.

Charlie noticed that my sister was mesmerized, eyes
looking only at his cock.  He walked over to her and
she leaned a bit to get her eyes closer to his member.
Charlie put his arm around her neck and pulled her face
over to where he could reach it with his cock.  He
slapped it against her and rubbed it across her cheeks.
When there was a lot of pre-cum dribbling out her made
a pass against her lips and wiped some cum off between
them.  She looked up into his eyes as she licked her
lips.

Charlie was pretty close to cuming.  He started jerking
hard with his one hand and grabbed my sister's hair
with the other.  Holding her head out he started
rubbing his cock against her lips taking very short
strokes against the underside of the head.  My sister
seemed enthralled.

"I'm ready to cum" Charlie said.  "Open your mouth and
stick out your tongue, girl!"  When her lips parted,
Charlie groaned and started to shoot.  He helped
himself along by running against her lower lip and
surface of her tongue, shooting jism into her mouth.
As her mouth started to fill, she sputtered and jerked
back so that the rest of Charlie's spunk shot over her
face.  Then Charlie pulled her up and started kissing
her.

He put one hand to her crotch and started finger
fucking her.  Soon she put her arms around his neck and
stayed mouth-locked with him.  My sister was twitching
and moaning as Charlie moved his hand in her cunt.
Then he reached the other hand behind her and through
her legs so that one hand was working from the front
and the other from the back.  All she could do is hang
on to him and keep saying "Oh Charlie!"  over and over
again.

What I wanted most was to fuck Charlotte but I was too
scared to.  I had never experienced near as much sex
before, even in my fantasies.  And I knew that I should
not do anything inside a girl without a rubber.  But I
had an overwhelming urge for release.

I got inspired.  The water was still running warm on
the other side of the room.  "Help Char over to sit on
the end of the bench," I told Doug as I went over and
got a bar of soap wet.  Returning to where Charlotte
sat, I soaped up her chest and slipped her nipples
between my fingers.  I soaped up my dick and rubbed it
against her, ending up with it between her knockers.  I
started pumping up and down.  Charlotte took her hands
and pressed them together to help make a warm slippery
glove.  Too soon, I came.

Doug moved to stand cock in hand over the bench where
Ann lay.  Cliff took Ann's hands and pulled them over
her head, which made her breasts look even better.
Doug looked down into Ann's eyes and started pumping
his dick with his hand.  Ann made faces at him until
Doug shot all over her mug.  He finished by wiping the
head of his dick off against Ann's lips.  She kissed
it, and then Cliff let go of her hands.

We got towels for everyone and then joined the girls in
the shower.  They soon left, and we stayed around
playing with the shampoo to make beards.  Drying off,
we talked about how good things had turned out.  Cliff
said that things had gone much further than he had
expected and that we should not plan on it ever
happening again.  When I ask if there could ever be any
kind of sex among cousins, Cliff said to wait and see.
If the girls wanted it, it could happen.  But if they
didn't want to, and I tried to make them, then all hell
would break loose.

A couple of days latter, we invited the girls to a
meeting out in the barn.  We pointed out that we were
all adolescents with raging hormones, boys and girls
included.  We wanted everyone to recognize that fact
and act more mature.  We boys wanted to be able to jack
off without having to worry about privacy and about the
girls making a big deal about it, especially to the
parents.  They could have the same privileges.

The girls then said that they wanted their privacy
honored.  We countered that they could have privacy if
they didn't make a big deal about us seeing them from
time to time.  In the end, we decided that no one would
make a fuss over what another person did.  If someone
encountered another undressed or doing something
private then they would just ignored that person, no
big deal.  Any if anyone was caught deliberately
spying, then that person would face the tickle-tree or
other group punishment.

From that meeting grew the Cousin's Club Benevolent
Society.  We pledged aid to each other out in any boy-
girl matter, especially when non-cousins were involved.
Through the years, we helped each other get dates,
stood watch for each other, and made alibis.  We
comforted, encouraged, and helped each other learn
about the opposite sex.  Frequently, romance bloomed
among us and we gained real-life experience practicing
on each other.  By the time I was in High School we
cousins had done things with each other that most
people wouldn't even imagine, let alone try.  There are
many stories to be told about the CCBS!