Do We Are Cousins, Who Cares.
We were thirteen, and I had a painful hardon, I was yet to ejaculate. We were close and I was complaining. I took her hand to my dick, still in my pants, and she was surprised how hard it was. A minute later she was holding my naked dick in her hands. The more pressure the better it felt. Lost in the moment, her panties came off and my dick struck home. Warm, moist, and built for the purpose, instinctively I put the move on, pressing her to the floor. I had my first ejaculation, a gallon or two.
Boy, it felt good. Not so much for her. She knew the score, I only knew one thing. I wanted it again, and again, and again. Luck I suppose, she never got pregnant. By the time we seniors in high school it was sex all the way, often. Our parents knew, but never admitted it. Unprotected, on the fly, sex. The hunger for her never abated. Her early puberty behind her. Her bed, my bed, living room couch, carpet burns, holding onto the sink. Amazed at how easily it went when she bent over, she complained that's why men called women bitches.
No pregnancies, none, and she went to see a doctor with her mother. Test and more tests, and she was told her ovulations weren't producing viable eggs. No amount of sex, or living, or listening could appease her. Being sterile hit her hard.
In college, our first separation, she tried an affair with a roommate, a girl. It messed her mind, and helped the hunger she felt. On my side it was time to play, girls, girls everywhere. I was surprised and how much I enjoyed them, and helped a couple learn to bitch for me. I was careful, I made sure they were on birth control.
When we were 29 she got pregnant. Had a perfect baby. Everyone was relieved and happy. Cousins, who gave a damn. Our state doesn't allow cousins to marry, who cares. We live together, a man and a woman, the fire is still there. Sometimes when I'm ejaculating I feel that feeling, she is do damn delicious.
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