I grew up in Maine. Most of my relatives live in other states but they'd come to visit and stay with us in the summers. I developed early hitting puberty around ten. That summer I had my period but the tiniest of boobs and no pubic hair but I was boy crazy. My cousins stayed over for a week like they did most years. My cousin is my age and was one of my best friends at the time. Her older brother was 14 and like my big studly cousin. I was very attracted to him. I had done some things with boys where I lived so I tried a few things with him. I talked him into having a tongue fight which was really just french kissing. I got him alone a few times at night during hide and seek or what ever and got him to make out a bunch of times while pretending we weren't.

Me, my two brothers and my three cousins all slept in the same room at night. One night I managed to sleep right next to my 14 year old tongue fighting friend. We couldn't do that there but I was pressed right up to him. What I wanted to do was see what his dick felt like. I finally fell asleep after awhile. Later on, I woke up in the middle of the night, his hand was down my PJs and he had a finger inside my pussy right up to the knuckle. He wasn't moving it, it was just in there. I pretended to still be asleep. I liked it. He slid his finger out and then back in really slow, just feeling around. He finally slid it out and just held his hand cupping my pussy with a finger resting inside my slit for a good twenty minutes.

After he finally removed his hand from my PJs he took my hand and put it right around his dick which was out and hard. It felt enormous in my little hand. He squeezed my hand tight around the head a few times before putting my hand back. As far as I know, he thought I was asleep the whole time. That was the first cock I ever got to touch. He stopped coming up after that summer. I guess he grew to old to hang out with his cousins.

I spent a week at his parent's house when he was 18 and I was 14. He was a football player who was getting ready to go to college. He pretty much lived in the basement working out. I was no longer the little cousin. I was a pretty blond with a small waist and D-Cup boobs that I liked to show off. He hadn't seen me since the week he fingered me. I had changed a lot. I went downstairs to talk with him one day when there was no one else home. He was on a bench with his shirt off looking hot lifting weights. I was wearing a tight top, tight jeans and standing so that my boobs jutted out. I did everything I could to get him to fuck me but he didn't. I asked him what sex was like, that I bet he got a lot, that I really wanted to try it, and that my friend said that blow jobs were fun. I was lightly touching my boobs and pussy while we talked. I asked him if he ever thought about having sex with me. He said I was too young but he was trembling.

He was sitting there with an obvious rather large hard-on staring at my tits but he just wouldn't take the plunge. Too bad. I moved across the country after high school and haven't seen him in twenty years. I wonder sometimes if he thinks back and wishes he had gone for it. I know I do.