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Making Babies 55: Kate Beckinsale
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

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My cousin and I are close. When my family buys a new 
home on the edge of town, we explore the woods behind 
it. And something unexpected happens. (mf-youths, 1st, 
mast, inc, celeb-parody)
	
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[Finsbury Park, London, England - October 1986]

My cousin Kathrin Romany and I have always been very 
close, pretty much since birth. By coincidence we were 
born a day a part in the same year. I was the one born a 
day earlier.

Our mothers are sisters, and the story goes that they'd 
drifted apart and lost contact for many years. Then mum 
and dad were returning to Finsbury Park where mum was 
born to visit her parents when she went into labor with 
me.

Dad rushed mum to the hospital where I was soon 
delivered. They put mum in a hospital room for at least 
the night due to possible complications of me somewhat 
early birth - fortunately I was born all right.

The next day she got a room who was expected to give 
birth that day and had arranged in advance to check in 
to the hospital - mum's sister.

So me aunt got to meet me and me mum got to meet her 
niece later that same day, at the same hour and close to 
the same minute I'd been born the day before I'd been 
told.

Me parents and me uncle and aunt took all that had 
happened as a sign. Me parents had been considering 
moving, and decided to move to Finsbury Park, across 
town from me uncle, aunt and Kathrin.

Me uncle and aunt are actors, so they'd drop Kathrin off 
for mum to watch often. Of course I don't remember much 
from my baby/toddler years, but dad and mum said Kathrin 
and I were inseparable. And we were quiet babies, when 
together. Me mum told me aunt whenever me cousin spent 
the night we slept through without a peep. And on the 
few occasions I stayed at me uncle and aunt's, they told 
mum the same thing.

My memories tend to begin with mum reading stories to 
Kathrin and me. I loved to listen to stories, and soon 
became very imaginative. So did my cousin. We would soon 
tell each other stories we'd make up. Simple stories, 
after all we were only four years old.

On the rare occasions I got to be with me uncle and 
aunt, we'd see them act. Kathrin seemed very into what 
they did. I liked it, but not as much as being able to 
be with my cousin.

Kathrin when she wasn't making up stories would start 
acting out things she saw her mum do. She was very good 
at both, making up stories and acting out things.

Then one day when we were five me aunt dropped off 
Kathrin, looking upset. Mum put her with me and went to 
talk to me aunt in private.

Kathrin looked upset too. She told me - not these terms 
though - that her father died. We didn't understand 
death at that age, it was years before we actually did, 
but my cousin knew she'd never see her dad again.

At the same moment we both started to cry and embrace 
each other, our chubby, tear-streaked cheeks pressed 
together.

That moment brought us even closer together. And I 
noticed that when Kathrin threw herself into reading 
many books. And the more she read the greater her 
imagination became.

Her stories grew more creative.

And she started writing stories too.

She loved to read them to me. I liked to read a lot too, 
and she inspired me to read more. I eventually started 
writing stories too. They weren't as good as Kathrin's, 
but she always claimed they were and they kept getting 
better as we got older.

Every time she would come over, she would have new 
stories to read to me as I would have new stories to 
read to her. Sometimes we'd get caught up in reading to 
each other we'd forget to eat. Fortunately me mum was 
there to remind us!

Looking back, I realized Kathrin threw herself into 
reading and writing, threw herself into her world of 
imagination to escape what had happened to her father.

I had never been trying to escape anything, but I found 
that I'd loved exploring her fantasy worlds with her. It 
wouldn't have been the same if she gave me her stories 
and I read them by myself. It was when she read them 
that they really came to life for me.

As we grew older, we continued to read our stories to 
each other - though I preferred Kathrin read me her 
stories - but we also started to go out and about on our 
own because we were told we were old enough to do so.

So me cousin and I would go exploring Finsbury Park. We 
knew little about it. Our parents never talked about, we 
hadn't travelled much with them either to be able to 
ask, "What's that?!?" things like that. So it was all 
new and somewhat mysterious for us.

But the mysteriousness may just have been because we 
were two imaginative children in a big, dark world 
around us. And we at times imagined the worse things.

We loved and believed in monsters, all things scary. 
Sometimes Kathrin would point out someone, and whisper 
they were really an ogre, using magic to disguise 
himself as a human.

To us, everyone were monsters. Except our parents. We 
even imagined people we knew were monsters.

Of course we weren't afraid of them. We told each other 
as long as the monsters didn't know we knew the truth we 
were safe.

We were so secure in our belief we were safe that we 
never were scared of the monsters. We kind of liked that 
they were all really monsters.

Kathrin and I are thirteen now. I've gotten taller, 
stronger faster, and me cousin has gotten taller, more 
beautiful, lost her baby fat and became more shapely. I 
have to admit I get a boner for her when she's around.

Which is still a lot. She and I are as close as ever and 
our imaginations still run wild.

Me dad some time ago got a promotion and a big raise, 
and he and mum'd been talking about giving me little 
brothers and sisters - well, actually, they said they 
wanted more children, it had nothing to do with me - so 
they decided to find a bigger home.

So they found a large older style house, supposedly from 
the 1800s, in one of the more rural parts of Finsbury 
Park.

Kathrin and I loved the old, gothic house as she called 
it. We had loads of fun exploring every nook and cranny. 
We were at it for days. Finally mum kicked us outside, 
saying we were getting under her skin.

Our new home was on a massive piece of property, 
surrounded by a very high stone wall, twice my height. 
Really! Kathrin stood on my shoulders and reached, but 
they top of the wall was well behind her reach.

The house was surrounded by trees and bushes, and 
covered with creeping vines on one side. It was an 
imaginative child's dream, and there were two 
imaginative children to enjoy it!

Kathrin made up stories about elves and gnomes living 
underneath the ground, the ways in to their lair hidden 
among the deep dark foliage.

We spent days exploring the front part of the house, 
then the side yards before exploring the very large 
backyard.

There were groves and gardens back there, water 
fountains and waterfalls, you name it.

Me cousin and I explored further and further from the 
house, Kathrin telling making up more stories as we 
went.

Finally we reached the back wall. And that when we found 
the old iron gate within the back wall. Through it we 
saw the forest behind the walls.

We didn't even need to discuss it. I unlatched the rusty 
gate and pulled the gate open. It was very heavy and 
creaked loudly as it opened.

Kathrin and I slipped through. The gate creaked behind 
us as it slowly closed but not all the way.

Me cousin - speaking in a whisper - started talking 
about the monsters that may live in this forest. Ones 
that don't hide their true form, ones who eat people - 
especially children who they come upon.

We giggled softly, but at the same time I had to admit I 
was a little scared. And I was sure Kathrin was too. She 
reached for my hand blindly and grasped it tightly.

As the woods closed in around us, it seemed to get 
darker as we went deeper into the forest. But Kathrin 
kept on talking about monsters.

She reminded me that it was late October - something I 
kind of forgot, believe it or not - and that was when 
more and more monsters came out, and grew more powerful 
the closer it got to All Hallow's Eve.

Me cousin's hand felt cold and clammy in mine, but I 
felt no need to shake loose of it. I was sure me own 
hand felt the same way to Kathrin.

As we continued to walk, she suddenly stopped, squeezing 
my hand harder.

"Do you notice how quiet it is here?" She whispered.

I nodded. The only sound I'd noticed was the crunching 
of dead leaves under our sneakers as we'd walked.

We looked around, but didn't see much in the dimness 
around us.

Suddenly something swooped down from above us. Kathrin 
shrieked and threw herself against me, throwing her arms 
around me.

Her body pressed hard against me. I could feel her 
large, soft breasts crushed against me chest. I couldn't 
help it. Me cock got rock hard.

And of course me cousin felt it, the way she had been 
pressing her crotch against mine absent-mindedly. Which 
she stopped doing as soon as I got hard.

"I... I didn't know I could make you hard..." Kathrin 
hissed in me ear.

"You always make me hard, Kate!" I blurted out.

I felt me face grow hot thanks to me admission. What was 
worse was the awkward silence that followed that 
admission.

But that didn't last long before Kathrin said something 
equally shocking.

"I want that inside me..."

Suddenly we heard the fluttered of wings just above us. 
Then "Whooo... Whooo..."

I relaxed, and felt me cousin relax against me. It'd 
only been an owl.

Me cousin let go of me but didn't move away from me.

"Did... Did you mean it?" I asked. "What you said?"

"Yes," Kathrin nodded. "Ever since me mum explained 
about sex to me last year, all I've thought about was 
feeling a boy's pecker in me quim."

Me cousin got quiet again after that, looking downward. 
I had the feeling there was more to it than just that.

"And?"

"To be honest, it was your pecker I've thought about, 
but I didn't think you'd ever like me that way.

I put me arms around Kathrin. I'd done me fair share of 
making out with girls, and had been told I was a pretty 
decent kisser. So I kissed me cousin.

And she kissed me right back.

I found me hands roaming, moving down to her round butt, 
kneading the firm cheeks. Me cousin started grinding her 
crotch against mine, moaning.

My dad had taught me about sex not too long ago. I 
hadn't thought much about it since. He said sex was 
meant for a husband and his wife.

Of course I had me hand. So I wasn't so worried about 
having to wait to get meself married for a proper 
shagging. I'd been masturbating for over a year now. And 
that was the reason dad talked to me about sex, because 
mum caught me wanking me cock.

But now with Kathrin's admission and making out 
passionately with me now, I was now thinking about sex. 
And I wasn't going to wait until I was married to have 
it.

Breaking our kissing and moving back, I started 
unbuckling me belt. Me cousin smiled and did the same 
with her own belt.

Soon we both were unbuttoned and unzipped. I pushed down 
me jeans and underwear to mid thigh, exposing me hard 
cock.

Kathrin pulled down her own jeans and underwear, 
exposing her unshaven quim, before shucking off her 
sneakers to push them off.

Taking off her jacket, she laid it on the ground, saying 
"Give me your jacket." I took mine off too and handed it 
to her. She put it on top of hers.

Kathrin sat her butt down on the cushion of our jackets, 
lay back and spread her legs. She started rubbing her 
quim.

I grinned. I guess I wasn't the only naughty child...

"I'm so wet..." Kathrin moaned. "Take me now. Please!"

I dropped to me knees, slipping over her. Me cousin 
grabbed me cock and pressed against her quim. The head 
got pretty wet with her juices before it finally slipped 
into her. She groaned.

I reacted by shoving my cock in hard, as deep as I 
could. Kathrin screamed, grabbing me.

I saw the pain in her face.

"I - I'm sorry!" I said.

"Don't stop!" She screamed. "Keep going!"

Not sure what else to do, I kept pumping my throbbing 
cock in and out of her quim rapidly. Then I soon noticed 
her body start to relax.

And so did her face. The pain seemed to leave it.

And Kathrin started to moan. And her quim grew wetter, 
and seemed to get hotter.

She clung tightly to me, moaning "Shag me, shag me 
hard..." over and over.

I was liking what we were doing, a lot, so I was more 
than happy to do what she wanted.

As I pounded into me cousin faster and harder, her body 
thrashed wildly. Her body seem to shove upward as she 
screamed "I'm cumming!!!"

Her head thrashed from side-to-side as she screamed 
wildly, her quim spasming around my cock.

"Faster, bloody faster!" Kathrin screamed.

I slammed into her with all my might, and as her orgasm 
passed another quickly took its place.

Kathrin came four times before I lost it, cried out, and 
started to spurt into her.

I grunted and groaned as I pumped rope after rope of my 
seed into her, just the way I would pump rope after rope 
of me seed in the air, like when me mum walked in on me 
that time.

I spurted fifteen or sixteen times into me cousin when I 
knew there was no more to spurt out.

Sighing, I pulled me cock out of me cousin, pulled my 
jeans up above me butt and dropped onto me back beside 
her.

I was disappointed I'd cum so quick. At least I'd made 
me cousin feel good several times, but whenever I wanked 
me cock I always lasted a long, long time.

As I lay there stewing in me juices, I heard Kathrin 
sigh. She rolled onto her side and reached out for me 
cock. I was so surprised I was still hard...

"I loved having your huge pecker in me quim, Jimmy..." 
She said sexily. My cock twitched at the sound of her 
voice.

I said nothing. I couldn't.

"Your pecker feels so nice in my hand..." Kathrin said 
breathily, giggling as she began to wank it.

I lay there unbelieving. I'd just shagged me own cousin, 
and now I was getting a wank from her too!

The only sound beside our breathing was the occasional 
"Whoooo... Whoooo" from above us.

I started breathing heavier the longer me cousin wanked 
me cock. It was so different when she did it. It was so 
hotter, so naughtier, very erotic.

I felt meself slipping away, giving in to the need to 
climax.

I lasted fifteen minutes. I grunted and started spurting 
high into the air. Kathrin pushed my shirt up to my 
chest before my cum even splattered back down on me 
lower belly. She wanked out rope after rope of hot cum 
from me testicles, and I wondered what me mum would say 
if she had walked in on me cousin doing this to me...

I spurted out thirteen, fourteen times, before me cock 
started to soften. Taking her underwear, Kathrin wiped 
me cum off of me with it. Then she slipped them back on, 
giggling naughtily.

Putting on her jeans, she slipped her sneakers back on. 
We got up as I put me cock away and we picked up our 
jackets and put them back on. We walked hand-in-hand 
back to me parents' property, all through with 
exploring, at least for today.

Exploring each other's body, though, that was a 
different story...

Kathrin spent the night. As always, she slept in me 
bedroom. There were twin beds in there.

But me cousin's bed was empty.

She was in me bed, bouncing up and down on me cock.

And this time I lasted a lot, lot longer!

Finally, after I emptied the contents of me testicles up 
into her tight, hot quim, Kathrin hopped off and jumping 
into her own bed, slipping under the sheet, only in a 
long t-shirt.

The temperature had strangely rose in the hours since 
our romp in the forest that day, and it had become a hot 
night. The one window in me room - high up on the wall 
between out beds - was open.

Me bedroom was at the back of the house on the second 
floor, overlooking the overgrown backyard.

It was a quiet night. Not even a single cricket. So we 
had no problem clearly hearing the creaking of that iron 
gate all the way at the back of the property as it 
opened...

...and Kathrin and I turned to look at each other wide 
eyed.

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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