A Visiting Cousin
I was the eldest child of my generation of my family. My mother and her three sisters,
all stayed in touch; and there were frequent family get-togethers at my grandparents'
house at Christmas and important family events like marriages, etc. I was an intelligent
child I am told. When the first of my cousins was born, I was 3; and when my sister was
born I was five... and from the age of about eight I was expected to keep the kids in line
at our family gatherings. It was awkward; but had to be done. Though I disliked it, I
often found myself from 10 years and older babysitting my sister. Nothing happened between
us however until after Vicky.
I was 12 and a half years old, and it was summer holidays, when my mother announced her
old friend Mary would be bringing her family to stay for a week or two. At first, I looked
forward to it, then I found out she would be bringing her daughter Vicky and son Matthew.
I assumed then that I would have to look after them, in addition to my sister, whilst our
parents had a reunion. Not my idea of a holiday, and definitely not about to be fun for me
I thought (how wrong I was). I sat for hours trying to figure out some way of avoiding
having to look after the kids while everyone else had a good time but I couldn't think of
a single one. A couple of days before they arrived I more or less resigned myself to
one-two weeks of sheer hell, and began to try to find any advantages. I did reason that I
could skip washing up after dinner, as Vicky sounded old enough to do that... but then I'd
be left with the kids. So no real benefits.
Well the day dawned all sunny and bright, perfect weather for going to the beach and
swimming or whatever. I got up in a foul mood however; and basically behaved badly all
morning until my father told me to grow up, and that I'd better not ruin the next two
weeks and other things like that.
So I just sulked, until at around 11 AM my sister announced a car was pulling up
outside. After a period of door slamming and muffled shouts, the two families greeted each
other on the doorstep. I was called downstairs to be introduced by my father who looked at
me as if to say, “There'd better be no trouble from YOU or else,” before my mother
introduced me. After shaking hands with Mary's husband and kissing 'Aunt' Mary on the
cheek (we had to call her Aunt even though she wasn't), I was introduced to Vicky. She was
about my height and age. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and blue eyes... I thought
her very pretty, but not quite as pretty as my 6 year old sister... close though. I barely
noticed 5 year old Matthew but then he wasn't interested in me, and my sister dragged him
upstairs to show him where the toys were.)
I had just said, “Hi,” when something my mother said got my attention: “…. and David,
you will do what Vicky tells you OK?
Don't argue, and make sure you help her with the younger kids.”
I sort of stood there in shock for a second... for a second I thought, “YES!”but then I
realized I wasn't in charge! It's kinda silly now, but to me at 12 it seemed so important,
and doubly so once I'd convinced myself I wasn't going to wash up after dinner. Now this
GIRL was in charge. I tried to argue, but that made things worse; and I'd pushed my luck
earlier, so I dropped the whole matter; especially when my father looked as if he was
going to say something. That first day seemed horrendous. I was fetching and carrying for
her and she found a hundred and one things that I had to do or my father would ask me,
“Why don't you just do as you are told?”and reach for a belt or something... not that he
ever had to use it.
The sleeping arrangements were as bad. Mary and her husband took over my room and I
HATED that. (I'm a person who needs privacy now and then.) All of us were crammed into my
sister's room. The younger kids went to bed at 6 PM. I went at 9 PM. I found out that
because of the 2 or 3 months that Vicky was older by she got an extra hour to stay up
(which again seemed extremely unfair to me). I went to sleep that night in an appallingly
foul mood. I started the next day with one also, because Vicky told me to make the beds
and tidy my sister's room when we got up. She had to handle the two other kids though, so
maybe that wasn't the worst end of the deal.
That day we all went out to a local castle/stately-home and wandered around gawping at
the battlements and such, and it was late when we got home; so we all went to bed.
Next morning, the younger kids woke up at 5 AM as per usual. The adults didn't usually
get up until midday; so to avoid waking them Vicky decided our siblings had to go
downstairs and play. She then said I had to stay upstairs; so I assumed I was making up
the beds again.
I turned toward the beds and started to make them when the door closed... and jumped
when Vicky said, “Stop that for a minute... I want you to do something for me.” I turned
round and in the dim light, I saw her move from the door towards me.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
I honestly cannot remember what she said. I can remember looking at her in the dim light
(the curtains were still closed) and as I write this I can see her taking off her pink
nightie. She looked gorgeous standing there. Her breasts just beginning to develop; just
bumps really... but they looked delicious to me. I looked down her tummy to between her
legs, and saw her pussy slit... I seem to recall it was slightly red and puffy. Thinking
about it, I couldn't have noticed that until later, but it was perfect to me, and is fixed
in my mind as being red and puffy and slightly wet looking. Her legs were perfectly formed
(not that I noticed much of them). I remember she said “Get undressed” but I was in a
trance so she said it slightly louder, and added the words, “Or I'll scream.”
I then disrobed so quickly I tore two buttons of my pajama top and ripped a hole in the
bottom half. Which I proceeded to almost fall over, because my foot got stuck in the hole.
Vicky giggled and then I did too.
We stood for a short time, looking at each other and for some reason we didn't feel
embarrassed (which puzzles me to this day; but who cares?).
She moved again and pulled me over to the bed, which she got into, and was soon followed
by me. You'll have to forgive me for this next part of the story. It may appear a bit
jumbled as I write it down.
I remember her explaining she wanted to try something, she said something else which I
don't recall; as she was stroking my cock gently at the time. She said I could touch her
so I started to stroke her pussy gently with my fingers. At this stage she was on her
right side facing me, and using her left hand to feel my cock and balls. I was using my
right hand to stroke her pussy; we were both getting hot; and our breathing was getting
faster.
She said after a while (two or three minutes? It could have been longer...) that she'd
read about something else that was even better. Now I'd recently had sort of preliminary
sex education at school. So I had a fair idea of what she was getting at.
She lay on her back and opened her legs as far as the bedcovers would allow her (it was
only a single bed) and I got on top of her and started rubbing my cock up and down along
her pussy slit. That first contact was so good. Even though it wasn't full sex it felt a
million times better than just feeling each other. After a while we were both very
aroused. It was then Vicky spoke again. “I want you to put it in and fuck me.”
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