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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 26
My big sister went off to college, it was an hour and a half away. I was fourteen when this happened. My older cousin, he was in his twenties was going to drive up to see my sister and take her bike to her. He offered to have me ride with him, drive up, see my sister, have lunch and drive back. My mom said it was OK.
It was the fist time that I spent time with my cousin, mostly I guess because of the age difference. I was always his little angel but now I was fourteen and he had stopped picking me up and holding me. That day I felt grown up going out like that with him, just the two of us. When we got to the college my sister was in class so we walked around the campus and stopped and got something to drink at this college coffee shop. I felt I was one of the coeds, with my boyfriend. I grabbed his hand to walk.
Under this big Oak tree we stopped and looked at the branches and he picked up my face and kissed my lips, it was just a peck on the lips but I swooned, I swear I lost my breath for a moment and he had to hold me. When he held me my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, I held on to him real hard and I didn't want him to let me go. I could feel him, his bulge against my legs, I pressed my boobs into his chest, he held my head against him with his hand on my neck. It was my first purely sexual experience and I am pretty sure I had some kind of an orgasm because my legs were so wobbly he had to keep holding on to me. When things settle down I said that maybe I had fainted because I had left without eating breakfast.
When we found my sister and she told us how to get to her apartment he sent me ahead with my sister and he went to get the car to bring the bike. In my sister's apartment her bed was unmade, there were guy underwear on the floor, there were cigarette butts in an ashtray and she didn't smoke, there was beer in the fridge and there were condoms in the wastebasket in the bathroom. I picked one out of the waste basket and it had semen in it. The door to the bathroom was open and my sister saw me and told me to mind my own business.
Right then I made up my mind that I was going to fuck with my cousin. Forget everything. When my cousin arrived and he brought the bike inside I grabbed on to him, I put my arms around his neck and wouldn't let go. He more or less held me by the small of my back and I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He had to hold me up with his hands under my thighs and he asked me what was going on but I was holding on to him and I wouldn't let go. He finally got me off of him and put me down on my sister's bed and I just went back on it and opened my legs. My sister who was watching everything asked me what I was doing but all I could do was look at my cousin and offer myself to him.
We went to lunch with my sister and met her boyfriend, a guy who was a senior and played on the lacrosse team. He was big, bigger than my cousin, with a heavy beard and muscles all over. He looked like a guy in an underwear ad. He kept holding my sister's hand and putting his arm around her shoulder and I put my arms around my cousin's waist. I kissed my cousin on the cheek, my sister had her boyfriend and I had my cousin. When we got back to the apartment I took my pants off and got on the bed and opened my legs. My cousin just looked at me and I reached down and took off my panties and opened my legs. He looked at my sister and lowered his pants and got on me and we fucked.
Sometimes I get urges like that and I can't stop them. They start and won't stop, like that day starting under the Oak tree. All through the rest of my high school and my college the man was my cousin. I made the mistake of getting the urges with this guy I met in a joint project in my senior year of college. The minute he fucked me I felt bad, it was the worst feeling in the world. I got in my car and drove to my cousin's house two hours away and didn't let go of him. He knows how I get, I can't control it and it doesn't end until after I have sex. My cousin and I live in the same town, but we don't live together. I go see him and he comes to see me, most of the time we can get along pretty well, most of the time it is enough for him to be nice to me and hold my hand or just hug me, but sometimes it has to be more, a lot more. He says I am a nympho, I'm not I am just in love with him just like I was when I was seven years old.
It was the fist time that I spent time with my cousin, mostly I guess because of the age difference. I was always his little angel but now I was fourteen and he had stopped picking me up and holding me. That day I felt grown up going out like that with him, just the two of us. When we got to the college my sister was in class so we walked around the campus and stopped and got something to drink at this college coffee shop. I felt I was one of the coeds, with my boyfriend. I grabbed his hand to walk.
Under this big Oak tree we stopped and looked at the branches and he picked up my face and kissed my lips, it was just a peck on the lips but I swooned, I swear I lost my breath for a moment and he had to hold me. When he held me my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, I held on to him real hard and I didn't want him to let me go. I could feel him, his bulge against my legs, I pressed my boobs into his chest, he held my head against him with his hand on my neck. It was my first purely sexual experience and I am pretty sure I had some kind of an orgasm because my legs were so wobbly he had to keep holding on to me. When things settle down I said that maybe I had fainted because I had left without eating breakfast.
When we found my sister and she told us how to get to her apartment he sent me ahead with my sister and he went to get the car to bring the bike. In my sister's apartment her bed was unmade, there were guy underwear on the floor, there were cigarette butts in an ashtray and she didn't smoke, there was beer in the fridge and there were condoms in the wastebasket in the bathroom. I picked one out of the waste basket and it had semen in it. The door to the bathroom was open and my sister saw me and told me to mind my own business.
Right then I made up my mind that I was going to fuck with my cousin. Forget everything. When my cousin arrived and he brought the bike inside I grabbed on to him, I put my arms around his neck and wouldn't let go. He more or less held me by the small of my back and I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He had to hold me up with his hands under my thighs and he asked me what was going on but I was holding on to him and I wouldn't let go. He finally got me off of him and put me down on my sister's bed and I just went back on it and opened my legs. My sister who was watching everything asked me what I was doing but all I could do was look at my cousin and offer myself to him.
We went to lunch with my sister and met her boyfriend, a guy who was a senior and played on the lacrosse team. He was big, bigger than my cousin, with a heavy beard and muscles all over. He looked like a guy in an underwear ad. He kept holding my sister's hand and putting his arm around her shoulder and I put my arms around my cousin's waist. I kissed my cousin on the cheek, my sister had her boyfriend and I had my cousin. When we got back to the apartment I took my pants off and got on the bed and opened my legs. My cousin just looked at me and I reached down and took off my panties and opened my legs. He looked at my sister and lowered his pants and got on me and we fucked.
Sometimes I get urges like that and I can't stop them. They start and won't stop, like that day starting under the Oak tree. All through the rest of my high school and my college the man was my cousin. I made the mistake of getting the urges with this guy I met in a joint project in my senior year of college. The minute he fucked me I felt bad, it was the worst feeling in the world. I got in my car and drove to my cousin's house two hours away and didn't let go of him. He knows how I get, I can't control it and it doesn't end until after I have sex. My cousin and I live in the same town, but we don't live together. I go see him and he comes to see me, most of the time we can get along pretty well, most of the time it is enough for him to be nice to me and hold my hand or just hug me, but sometimes it has to be more, a lot more. He says I am a nympho, I'm not I am just in love with him just like I was when I was seven years old.
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