My Cousin

This is about my lesbian cousin. She and I were born on the same day. We grew up together. I remember the day she was dressed for church, I was on the floor playing with the cat and she stood over me, I could see her thighs, her panties, her new pubes sticking out around her panties, her blood stain on her white panties, she was spotting before her first period, what did I know? I told my mother I saw blood.

She got her first lesson on using a pad, sitting on the toilet seat, my mother showing her how to put it on, me standing in the door. We were that close. She bled that day for the first time and we missed church. It was sometime later that I held her legs open, on her back so I could see inside her, opening her with two fingers. Showing her my dick was easy, figuring out her pussy was complicated. That day I stuck my dick in her vagina.

In school a girl told her that she could be fucked on her hands and knees, just open her knees and I could get my dick in. We were that close, we started fucking at 14 and never stopped. In our senior year a girl moved to our town from Minnesota. My cousin befriended her and they had their first lesbian experience. We talked about it, she told me she liked it, it wasn't a guy fucking her so I said go ahead. Little did I know she had opened the door to her lesbian self.

For the next 50 years she went in and out of lesbian affairs. For the next 50 years I fucked her to keep her in reality. We lived together, big house, separate rooms, but we fucked often. In between her various affairs, or sometimes in spite of her various affairs. I never married, she has been my 'wife'. We never had children, just nieces and nephews.