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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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