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As Hard As It Is For Some To Accept It, I Own My Cousin, She Is Mine
A little story of days gone by, which continue to influence my life. I grew up with my cousin, we lived next door to each other, our mothers are sisters. As kids we spent a lot of time together, and when we got old enough I showed her my erection, She was curious and grabbed me hard and couldn't believe how hard it was, and she really had no choice but to show me her bits, tits and pussy and with an erection we put it to use. We felt bad about it afterwards, we knew we had done something bad. We were 13. Bad as it was we did it again, and again and again. Her mother figured it out pretty early and she was put on birth control with the excuse that she had irregular periods. Neither her mother or my mother ever interfered, we were having fun and that was fine with them, how cute of them.
On my 16th birthday she confessed something to me. She had kissed a girl at school. They were at her house doing a group project and the topic of kissing came up and they started kissing and feeling each other up. She told me it got far enough to get her hand in her pants and finger her up. She told me she liked it, especially the kissing and she felt like kissing her pussy.
This was the first sign, there would be others. She did kiss pussy. She was more amazed than I was as to how much she liked it. She also got jealous and wanted her girlfriend around her. She got very jealous about her. One of those days they got in my bed and when I went in to let them know that my mother was coming home they were both naked. Not the first time I saw my cousin naked and she got up to get dressed like any other time when we had sex, but her friend was petrified of being naked in front of me.
By the time college was over there was no doubt in her mind or mine that she was a born lesbian and she had a long term girlfriend she met at college and they were planning of living together. This itself was a problem. While they were at college it was out of sight out of mind. But living together was going to open up a whole can of worms, I was concerned that they would behave in a manner that our parents would figure it out. To our parents us having sex was good and appropriate, but the idea that she was a lesbian wasn't going to go over well at all.
After a lot of discussion we decided that it was best if she and I lived together and her friend could have a one bedroom in the same complex and they could see each other as much as they wanted. It was the age, early twenties, and I was horny all day every day and I fucked my cousin dressed or undressed, at night or in the afternoon, while she was watching television of cooking dinner. It dawned on me slowly that I was jealous of her girlfriend and I took it out on her by fucking her over and over. Every time she spent time alone with her girlfriend I fucked her two or three times in a row. One day, I had her on her back, and spread her legs open and I told her point blank that was my pussy. I owned it. I had always owned it. It was mine.
That put an end to all of the playing around. Things got real serious after that. She told me she was 'in love' with her girlfriend, and yes I could have sex with her but she wasn't sure I 'owned' it. I had to lay down the law, and told her that I did own it and I owned her. She belonged to me. My blood pressure about that was over the top, I pressured her until she acknowledged it. Her girlfriend was just that a friend, but she slept in my bed.
We got married, we never had the same last names, it was an elopement, pushed by me and acknowledged by our mothers. I had the papers. She belonged to me. I can't emphasize just how jealous I was, if she kissed her girlfriend it drove me up the wall. Even if they just touched each other. I caused them to break up. (I'm truly sorry about that).
She decided that she would be married and we lived that way for the next ten years. One day, she told me over breakfast that she had met this woman at the library and they had gone out to coffee and they liked each other and she had gone to her house while her husband was at work and they had 'kissed'. Well the work kiss meant they had gotten in bed and did it all. She apologized and told me she wasn't asking for forgiveness. She was thirty four years old and she wanted me to let her go and find a girl she could be happy with.
For the next twenty years she went in and out of relationships, she never refused me and over those same twenty years I had sex with her pretty often. I never looked for another woman. Today in our sixties she lives with me full time and has a 'romantic' friend. I am just as jealous as always, I tolerate it but don't like it. She's mine, damn it. That's how I feel. She has always been mine. Even if sex is something we do out of habit and obligation. When I get mad I fuck her, when I just want to love her I make love to her.
On my 16th birthday she confessed something to me. She had kissed a girl at school. They were at her house doing a group project and the topic of kissing came up and they started kissing and feeling each other up. She told me it got far enough to get her hand in her pants and finger her up. She told me she liked it, especially the kissing and she felt like kissing her pussy.
This was the first sign, there would be others. She did kiss pussy. She was more amazed than I was as to how much she liked it. She also got jealous and wanted her girlfriend around her. She got very jealous about her. One of those days they got in my bed and when I went in to let them know that my mother was coming home they were both naked. Not the first time I saw my cousin naked and she got up to get dressed like any other time when we had sex, but her friend was petrified of being naked in front of me.
By the time college was over there was no doubt in her mind or mine that she was a born lesbian and she had a long term girlfriend she met at college and they were planning of living together. This itself was a problem. While they were at college it was out of sight out of mind. But living together was going to open up a whole can of worms, I was concerned that they would behave in a manner that our parents would figure it out. To our parents us having sex was good and appropriate, but the idea that she was a lesbian wasn't going to go over well at all.
After a lot of discussion we decided that it was best if she and I lived together and her friend could have a one bedroom in the same complex and they could see each other as much as they wanted. It was the age, early twenties, and I was horny all day every day and I fucked my cousin dressed or undressed, at night or in the afternoon, while she was watching television of cooking dinner. It dawned on me slowly that I was jealous of her girlfriend and I took it out on her by fucking her over and over. Every time she spent time alone with her girlfriend I fucked her two or three times in a row. One day, I had her on her back, and spread her legs open and I told her point blank that was my pussy. I owned it. I had always owned it. It was mine.
That put an end to all of the playing around. Things got real serious after that. She told me she was 'in love' with her girlfriend, and yes I could have sex with her but she wasn't sure I 'owned' it. I had to lay down the law, and told her that I did own it and I owned her. She belonged to me. My blood pressure about that was over the top, I pressured her until she acknowledged it. Her girlfriend was just that a friend, but she slept in my bed.
We got married, we never had the same last names, it was an elopement, pushed by me and acknowledged by our mothers. I had the papers. She belonged to me. I can't emphasize just how jealous I was, if she kissed her girlfriend it drove me up the wall. Even if they just touched each other. I caused them to break up. (I'm truly sorry about that).
She decided that she would be married and we lived that way for the next ten years. One day, she told me over breakfast that she had met this woman at the library and they had gone out to coffee and they liked each other and she had gone to her house while her husband was at work and they had 'kissed'. Well the work kiss meant they had gotten in bed and did it all. She apologized and told me she wasn't asking for forgiveness. She was thirty four years old and she wanted me to let her go and find a girl she could be happy with.
For the next twenty years she went in and out of relationships, she never refused me and over those same twenty years I had sex with her pretty often. I never looked for another woman. Today in our sixties she lives with me full time and has a 'romantic' friend. I am just as jealous as always, I tolerate it but don't like it. She's mine, damn it. That's how I feel. She has always been mine. Even if sex is something we do out of habit and obligation. When I get mad I fuck her, when I just want to love her I make love to her.
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