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Authors name: Candy Kane (rytr33@hotmail.com)
Story title : Kissing Cousins

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Kissing Cousins (FF)
by Candy Kane (rytr33@hotmail.com)


My name is Pamela and I'm eighteen.  Recently, I spent 
a weekend watching 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 family room watching TV.  
Michelle was sprawled out on the floor in front of me 
while I lay on the couch.  She wore a football jersey 
and panties; I was in a tank top with some old cutoffs.  
There was nothing good on TV and I was bored as I used 
the remote to channel surf.

Suddenly, I clicked on the adult channel and for some 
reason it came in unscrambled.  We both perked up at 
the sight of a guy and a girl 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 brother has some X-rated videos hidden 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 old 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, turnng 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 girl in the movie get down 
on all fours and let the guy fuck her from behind.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and started playing 
with myself, feeling the first hint of relief.  I had 
been horny all day and the movie definitely made my 
pussy itch for attention.  Then the scene changed to 
two girls French kissing.  It didn't take long before 
they were naked and making love.  I really liked girl-
girl scenes in adult movies 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 another girl.

I'd never actually done it, not technically anyway.  
Like most girls 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 breasts but we would eventually wind 
up fingering each other.  I mean, isn't that what 
sleepovers are for: so horny little girls 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 teenage pussy 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 
pussy 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 mom 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?"

That's what we called it.

"No," I said, realizing I really missed it when I 
didn't get to finger myself. "Did you?"

"No." Becky 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 TV 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, dying 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 mom 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 that curls your toes."

We both laughed again.

Becky said, "Guess what?  My mom might let me go to the 
movies 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, giving me a pitiful look. "Any 
suggestions?"

I thought for a moment. "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 would just 
be for practice.  If you got good with me, then you 
could really turn on a boy.  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 I realized the moment of truth had come. "So, how 
do you want to do it?"

"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, closing 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 be grossed 
out and pull away.  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 moaned 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.  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, 
hopping up.  I ran down the hall to the bathroom 
wanting to pee fast so I could get back to her.  In the 
bathroom, I pulled my T-shirt up and slipped my panties 
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.  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 wanted to get back to her and tell 
her what happened.  So I stood and pulled my panties 
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 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 masturbate together. "Becky, let's go to my 
room and lock the door," I said. "Then we can do the 
deed on my bed in private.  If my mom 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 it was her girl-cum.  Once we were 
inside and I'd locked the door, I brought my hand to my 
nose and smelled her.  I swooned at her scent!

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 panties 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, sticking 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 pussy 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 vagina 
felt like mine or was every girl a little different. 
"Only if you do me too."

"Deal," she said, turning 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, raising her knee up 
exposing herself.

I propped my leg up too and reached down to spread my 
vagina lips open for her.  It felt so wicked opening my 
legs so Becky could touch me.  And when she put her 
hand on me, I thought I would pass out.  She gently 
cupped my pussy 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 open, I stuck my middle 
finger in and couldn't believe how hot she was.  And 
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 scent of her sex on 
my fingers.

* * *

I got a warm tingle between my legs as I lay on the 
couch watching the adult movie 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 girls that I definitely wanted to 
fuck.  Like the blond exchange student in my English 
class.  If she had dropped her panties 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 girls in the movie 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 TV 
and realized she was enjoying the lesbian lovemaking as 
much as I was.  She had her legs spread and I could see 
her small 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 panties 
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 girls in the movie 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 breasts 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 pussy 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 girls did in the movie," she 
said, taking a moment to raise her smiling face. "How 
do you like it?" Her mouth and chin were wet with my 
cum.

"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 girl 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 of honey flow out of me and I heard Michelle 
lapping it up.  When she had finally licked me clean, 
she crawled up and lay on top of me.  I opened my eyes 
and saw her broad, wet grin.

"Isn't this fun?" she said, and we French kissed.

I could taste my girl-cum on her lips; it was so erotic 
sucking on her tongue knowing it had just been 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 growl. 
"I love it," she said, snuggling 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 warm, 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 fuck her.  
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 girls 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 old feeling that I'd experienced with Becky so 
long ago swept over me. 

"Okay, sweetheart," I said.

"Yes!" she shouted, kissing 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 
pussy into me and sucking 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 young 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.

"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 vagina with my mouth, sliding my tongue in.  It was 
finally official: I had gone all the way.  I was eating 
pussy and loving it.  I only wish it had been my 
kissing cousin, Becky.

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