My Cousin, My Best Friend, My First Time

When I was around 13, I was kind of a hellion, tomboyish, troublemaker. I got in trouble for stealing, broke some of the neighbors' yard ornaments, had a couple of fights in school, and spent at least one or two days each week in detention. I was moved from my Dad and stepmom's house to my grandparents and they were trying to reel me in with that old fashioned parenting, mostly the belt and religion. And it was working, sort of.

That's when I met my distant cousin, who was new to town that summer. Also raised by his grandmother (who was my grandpa's sister), one evening they came over for dinner and I ended up in the backyard just talking and throwing the football around. He was 16, had long dark hair halfway down his back, gorgeous big blue puppy dog eyes, and was soft spoken. And a total nerd. In just a couple of months, we were inseparable, and the family was so happy that I was "calming down and staying out of trouble" while all this was going on.

We'd talk on the phone almost every night, go to the movies together (the family would drop us off, a HUGE deal at the time), and he taught me how to play all these goofy card games like Magic Gathering or these board games with all these little fantasy characters and dice and stuff. Or we'd listen to music - Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica tapes, god it was awful but I'd act like it was so cool. He was my (distant) cousin, my best friend, and I was in love with him like you wouldn't believe.

At the end of that summer, things turned. That night, sitting in my grandparents' back yard, watching the fireflies come out and the sun set. Me in overalls, no shoes, him in tan shorts and a Metallica t-shirt. Everyone was in the house but us, and we were sitting on the outdoor swing my grandpa built. I asked him if he thought anyone would ever want to kiss me. He didn't answer, but took my face in his hands, and kissed me so awkwardly but sweetly. I took him to the garage and showed him my tits by dropping my overalls and pulling up my yellow t-shirt. They were definitely there already and they were getting pretty big, around a D cup at that point. And I went for his dick, dropping to my knees. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had him drop those shorts and boxers and proceeded to give him everything my emotional little 13 year old mind and the porno mags my Dad used to keep under his bed could imagine. I was terrible, I know it now. But when he gasped and SPLATTERED my face all I could do was smile and take it like a conquering goddess. So wonderfully salty. We found some rags in the workbench, cleaned my face up between those and the hose on the side of the house, and then his grandma was ready to go home so they left that night.

I have more stories from the year that followed - teenage lust and the fact that technically we were related definitely kept us coming back to each other as often as possible for those few magical years.