The summer of 1987 my aunt and cousin moved into my parents little guest apartment that was attached to the shop behind our house.
I was 13 then and my cousin, Melanie was 16.
I didnt know my aunt and Mel very well because up to that point they lived in another state and I had only seen them a couple of times. I found out later that was because my my aunt had struggled with drug addiction since she was a teenager and my parents isolated her.
Mel was a little bit of a wild child and rough around the edges. She had a mean side that would come out now and then and she would tell me to fuck off or make fun of me. Eventually she would snap out of it and buddy up to me again and we became good pals.
That summer we filled our time with trips to the arcade, video rental store and the restuarant where my aunt started working. We were pretty much alone during the day while the adults were at work.
Sometimes we would sit in the house or apartment all day and watch movies. Mel had a penchant for comedies and horror films. I wasnt supposed to watch rated R movies but we did. We weren't even supposed to be able to rent them but nobody seemed to care. It was a different time then.
After a particularly raunchy comedy Mel teased me about whether or not I masturbated. She poked and prodded me while smiling and giggling. Of course I did! What 13 year old boy doesn't??
I wasnt going to outright admit it thought. Embarrassing. But she
dragged an answer out of me anyways.
She said she masturbated too.
At that time I didnt really know what that all entailed. My parents kept me pretty sheltered and weren't the type to talk about sex.
The only things I knew came from health class or the foul mouthed older kids on the school bus. Not much of it made sense in my mind yet. Mel on the other hand, I would eventually learn, was more experienced than a 16 year old probably should be. She had boyfriends in the past and had sex with most of them. This was titillating information for my 13 year old mind! I started to have fantasies about Mel when I masturbated. Of course at that time warm mudd would have probably gotten my rocks off.
She lightly chided me about the fact that I was a virgin and told me that she lost her virginity when she was 13. Later as a young adult my mom would tell me that Melanie was most likely r**ed by one of my aunts drugged out boyfriends when she was 13. Makes me sad thinking about it now.
On one of a blur of days that summer I walked into the apartment to find Mel sitting on the couch wearing a bikini top and shorts while watching TV. We sat and talked about whatever. I of course sprung a
huge boner over the sight of her near naked boobs and it was obvious through my own shorts.
She grabbed my crotch and looked at me and laughed...
"You have a boner!!"
Oh my god I could have died!
I was so embarrassed, I remember wanting to go hide somewhere.
"Let me see it!"
What?? Oh hell no!
I told her to leave me alone and stop making fun of me! She persisted and was grabbing at the elastic of my shorts. She worked them down a little and out popped my erection.
I went to pull my shorts back up and she stopped me. She gripped my penis and started to stroke me while she loosened her bikini top with her
other hand fully exposing her breasts.
I shot my load all over myself and her hand!
My first ever hand job by a girl.
30 some years later and it's one of my fondest sexual memories!
We ended up fooling around quite a bit in the days to come. Sure it felt weird at times but Melanie was more of a friend than she was family. At least in my mind at the time. The allure of new sexual experiences easily blurred those lines. I'm mean, hell, I was a horny boy!
Mel was somewhat of a tutor I guess. Eventually, she exposed herself to
me and have me grab her nipples. She guided my fingers to her pussy to finger her and show me where her clit was and how to make her orgasm.
Now that was fucking awesome!
She literally shook like it was a seizure!
At one point she guided my head down between her legs to lick her labia and clit. My first oral experience.
I didnt like it as much then as I do now.
Obviously all firsts for me!
She was my first kiss, gave me hand jobs and my first blow job!
At first I thought it was gross that she let me cum in her mouth but of
course I got to like it.
Before too long, in one of our sessions, we were laying on the floor in front of the TV, as I was fingering her pussy she was stroking me and getting really worked up she asked me if I wanted to "do it".
That was a scary proposition for me at the time. Up till then it had just been fun and games but this was actually serious! The vision of pregnant teenage girls was a frightening aspect. Rumors were always floating around school about couples who were "doing it" and pregnancy scares!
As I rolled from my side to my back, Mel assured me that wouldnt happen
because her mom had her on birth control to help with mood swings during her period and of course she was obviously sexually active.
She climbed on top and straddled me. Grabbed my penis and lowered herself on me. She rocked her hips and moaned. Her small breast bounced and her cheeks became flushed. It felt great and I didnt last very long. I ejaculated inside of her.
"Already??"
I'll never forget her face. She looked disappointed. She rolled off of me onto her back, spread her legs and masturbated herself with my semen to orgasm.
I had lost my virginity to my cousin.
Things cooled off between us a little after that. We still got together but it was less frequent than before. We had sex one more time and it was way better but I had a tremendous amount of guilt.
Way too much, too soon, too young.
As an adult, I later came to the realization that Mel was mostly about the self gratification than anything I was thinking or feeling.
But at the time I was feeling like I was in love. Or something like it.
A few weeks before school started I was shocked when my mom told me that Mel and my aunt were moving out the next day.
FUCK!!
I was upset and when I asked why she only said it was just time they moved on.
I would find out later in life that my aunt had relapsed into her drug addiction and because she was resisting help my dad told her that Mel could stay but she had to leave.
That choice must not have worked for my aunt because they both packed their stuff that evening.
That next day i went out to say goodbye and Melanie would barely look or talk to me.
I was heartbroken when they drove away.
The years passed and I had several girlfriends. I had sex with a few but I would always think of Mel. I think the memories were more nostalgia than actually based in reality but I wondered where she was at and how she was.
My senior year in high school my parents informed me that my aunt, Melanie's mom, had died of a drug
overdose and that we were going to California so that my dad could handle arrangements and burry his sister.
The first time I saw Mel I was taken aback by how much she had changed. We both had changed but she was thin and pale with blue hair and some piercings. We initially hugged but didnt say much. Her eyes were vacant but she smiled at me. During the
time we were there I didnt see her much. She would show up briefly from time to time to talk to dad about arrangements but then disappear again.
The day we left she came to our hotel room to say goodbye. Her and I walked the lobby and talked. She asked about school and senior year and if I had a girlfriend. She winked and smiled mischievously at me when I told her I did. We said
goodbye and hugged and when she leaned in she told me that she hadnt forgotten her little cousin and that summer. She said it was one of the happiest times of her life.
The whole long trip home I had a hole in my chest that I still get when I think of her.
I graduated high school and went to college. After college I got a good job, dated a girl and got
married.
In September of 1998 my mom informed me that Melanie had died of a drug overdose.
That short visit in that hotel lobby in California was that last time I would ever see or speak to her.