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Cousin Matt

Posted by: Age: 23 (14 then) Posted on: 10 comments
25 likes 16584 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: boy, girl, rub, stroke, cousins, family, teens, Sex Ed
To me, cousins are strange. They're family, they're like brothers and sisters, but I treat them in a more social way, like random friends.

Family get-togethers were infrequent for me. Sure, we would see my grandparents regularly, but aunts, cousins and even more distant relatives were months apart. My cousin Matt and I were playful children. At worst we could be rough and spiteful towards each other, but that was just a kind of sibling rivalry thing. Looking back, it was fun but also made me anxious and defensive, since at times we were mean. When I was 14, by then, I got more curious and excited when seeing Matt at the family gatherings and parties. We weren't completely kids anymore, our bodies were changing and forming our own identities. I wanted see how much Matt had changed and grown. During one party, I remember feeling out of place, since most of the other kids were four to six years younger than me, and I couldn't follow any of the adults' conversations. In my boredom, I got curious about beer; my dad said I could try some, but wasn't exactly encouraging to make a habit of it. I remember hating it with my first taste, it was just bitter. When my aunt and uncle arrived, cousin Matt was with them. It was good to see him nicely dressed and composed, a young gentleman compared to when he was an out of control and over excited kid. We greeted each other with an awkward and shy hug, then went about our own ways. After a while, I caught him with a drink. At first I scolded at him teasingly for drinking alcohol, but he said he was just drinking a shandy and that three quarters of it was lemonade. We chatted and wandered to the stairs, making our way up to one of the empty bedrooms. Alone and sitting on the bed, we caught up on our school experiences, our subjects and of course probed each other with "have you got a boyfriend/girlfriend" type questions. Eventually I noticed a bulge on the crotch of his trousers, and he noticed my dazed reaction. He apologized and turned his lap away, to which I giggled and said it was ok. He asked me not to tell on him to his parents. My first thought should of been of alarm and feeling offending, instead my guard was let down by how nice he had been the whole evening and how much I liked his company. Matt stared into me, asking me if I had seen one before. I replied that I had not and then he said I could touch it. His sudden dare silently froze me in state of shock! I looked down on his bulge, gauging the shape and hardness with my eyes, ultimately letting my curiosity get the better of me. I reached down and felt his cock, rubbing and stroking it from outside his trousers. His breath became faster and filled with exasperated but pleasured moans. One of Matt's shaky hands then reached out and held my breast. I made no objections, and he probably felt that touching me too was only fair. Matt clearly could not feel much because of my bra, hence he squeezed and rubbed my breast hard. I remember the way he caressed and moved my breast in circles, and I could feel his palm pressing down on my nipple. We both must have been too far under sway of our hormones to question why we were doing this to each other. I eventually broke free of that wonderful and enticing trance, telling Matt we should stop. Matt was just dumbfounded, but most likely elated and at a loss for words. We didn't speak again at that party and I made a quick goodbye when it was time for me and my parents to go. I stripped down to my knickers and bra when we got home, rapidly rubbed and fingered my clit, climaxing to an orgasm that left me a shaken mess. I reflected on how I touched and allowed myself to be touched by Matt, and derived pleasure from it. The problem was that Matt wasn't just some guy, he was my cousin. Was it right to do this to a family member? As the euphoria subsided, I felt guilt and a sense of perversion, and from that I felt some fear about the consequences. Matt and I never spoke about what happened and I kept my interactions with him to a minimum. No doubt I probably made him feel hurt and confused as I tried to avoid him. I eventually got over my guilty as years went by and looking back, I do find it an exciting, innocent experience. I wonder if Matt felt any guilt and confusion from what happened, but I would like to think that like me, he now finds some comfort and titillation in that memory.

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