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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 51
After I Had My First Wet Dream I Had Real Sex With My Cousin
I took a nap after school and woke up to a mess in my pants. I had been dreaming of my same age cousin and I had my first wet dream. I covered my wet pants with my shirt, didn't think about changing pants, and went out to the mall to meet up with some friends. It wasn't normal to walk around with your shirttail out and I was discovered, and made fun of.
Well, I left the mall and went and told my cousin about it. She was silent, I showed her my wet pants and we had a long conversation about a wet dream, which she wasn't aware of, and how guys got hard dicks and how uncomfortable it was, and no it wasn't pee. She still didn't believe me, she was sure I had just wet my pants and was stressing over it. To make me feel better she told me that it happened to girls too, sometimes they let some pee out, like when they were running or doing calisthenics in gym class.
We were in their upstairs tv den, just the two of us. She told me she had never seen a penis, the only thing was that in health class they had been told about it. I let her see my penis, and she took off the shorts under her uniform, and pulled her panties down to show me. She sat down beside me and told me we were different and maybe we couldn't be friends any more. Then without warning she told me that if I fucked her, got my penis in her, then we were 'married', not by the church, but married. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them and told me not to hurt her. We had sex upstairs in the tv den, it was quick and I came in her. And after that we were 'married',
From then on whenever we were together she sat beside me. If we ate, she sat beside me. If it was afternoon she fixed me a snack and brought it to me. She started to bake cookies and pies for me. We had sex several more times, and she was told by a friend at school that you could have sex from behind. So we tried it. We didn't really start kissing until a long times later.
She attended a girls Catholic school and she made it clear that she was already married, not by the church, but married. The expression used by the girls at school is that we were married by the Priest of the Prairies. She complained a lot that I didn't kiss her enough, she wanted to be kissed and make her hot, she wanted to get wet first. All this she was learning from classmates. Once she let her tits out, it was getting hot with her. Kissing her tits and feeling her up before sex was precursor to actual penetration. She told me that while I fucked her I was supposed to tell her I loved her.
Everything was fine until her mother caught us. We had moved into her bedroom, and the door was shut, and we didn't hear her mother come up the stairs. She opened the door on us, and we were fully 'engaged' at the moment. Her mother hit my bare ass with her open hand and told me to get off her. We had to sit through a long series of lectures, punctuate by bawling out. The next day her mother brought home a box of condoms and some vaginal lubricant. Because, her mother told her, sometimes you have vaginal dryness.
We were now married officially as far as the family was concerned. When someone spoke to me, and referred to her, they said 'your woman', when someone spoke to her, referring to me, they said 'your mate' to her. It wasn't proper for us to use husband and wife, without the Church's blessings. And in spite of the complete carelessness, she avoided getting pregnant.
I had lots of wet dreams, and they were all about my cousin. The dreams were vivid, and the pressure to achieve orgasm was constant. We did get married by the church, but not until we were both adults, in our twenties. By adults, that meant that I had a college degree (she did too), and I was responsibly employed.
Well, I left the mall and went and told my cousin about it. She was silent, I showed her my wet pants and we had a long conversation about a wet dream, which she wasn't aware of, and how guys got hard dicks and how uncomfortable it was, and no it wasn't pee. She still didn't believe me, she was sure I had just wet my pants and was stressing over it. To make me feel better she told me that it happened to girls too, sometimes they let some pee out, like when they were running or doing calisthenics in gym class.
We were in their upstairs tv den, just the two of us. She told me she had never seen a penis, the only thing was that in health class they had been told about it. I let her see my penis, and she took off the shorts under her uniform, and pulled her panties down to show me. She sat down beside me and told me we were different and maybe we couldn't be friends any more. Then without warning she told me that if I fucked her, got my penis in her, then we were 'married', not by the church, but married. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them and told me not to hurt her. We had sex upstairs in the tv den, it was quick and I came in her. And after that we were 'married',
From then on whenever we were together she sat beside me. If we ate, she sat beside me. If it was afternoon she fixed me a snack and brought it to me. She started to bake cookies and pies for me. We had sex several more times, and she was told by a friend at school that you could have sex from behind. So we tried it. We didn't really start kissing until a long times later.
She attended a girls Catholic school and she made it clear that she was already married, not by the church, but married. The expression used by the girls at school is that we were married by the Priest of the Prairies. She complained a lot that I didn't kiss her enough, she wanted to be kissed and make her hot, she wanted to get wet first. All this she was learning from classmates. Once she let her tits out, it was getting hot with her. Kissing her tits and feeling her up before sex was precursor to actual penetration. She told me that while I fucked her I was supposed to tell her I loved her.
Everything was fine until her mother caught us. We had moved into her bedroom, and the door was shut, and we didn't hear her mother come up the stairs. She opened the door on us, and we were fully 'engaged' at the moment. Her mother hit my bare ass with her open hand and told me to get off her. We had to sit through a long series of lectures, punctuate by bawling out. The next day her mother brought home a box of condoms and some vaginal lubricant. Because, her mother told her, sometimes you have vaginal dryness.
We were now married officially as far as the family was concerned. When someone spoke to me, and referred to her, they said 'your woman', when someone spoke to her, referring to me, they said 'your mate' to her. It wasn't proper for us to use husband and wife, without the Church's blessings. And in spite of the complete carelessness, she avoided getting pregnant.
I had lots of wet dreams, and they were all about my cousin. The dreams were vivid, and the pressure to achieve orgasm was constant. We did get married by the church, but not until we were both adults, in our twenties. By adults, that meant that I had a college degree (she did too), and I was responsibly employed.
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