A Cousin I Barely Recognised.

My jaw actually dropped! I’d called in on mum and dad simply to say hi, and there she was, staying for a week. The gawky, uncomfortable girl I last saw had changed into a figure to die for, gravity-defying c cup boobs (bitch) and those round, wide eyes that makes you want to drown in them. 

Only when she opened her mouth did I realise the uncertain teenager was still very much in evidence. A little goofy, but there was something….some.....spark beginning. 

Her father and mother are in the military, so I won’t name her.. She spends her life on military bases where there is little, if any privacy. “Hey, let’s go for a walk. I’ll show you the countryside around here.” The words were out of my mouth before I knew I’d said them. 

Talk? Tell me, when do two girls not talk? College…..periods…..and boys? Nope. No boys. (Tentatively) Girls, maybe? No….no-one. But her declination of girls wasn’t a screwed up “Ewwww!" In fact, I read a world of, “Not yet,” and, “maybe, one day,” in there. 

By now we were across mum and dad's meadow and looking at the vast swathes of farmland that backs onto theirs and my home. The old flint barn stood shimmering in the heat haze in the distance, and we walked steadily towards it. She led the conversation and, to my surprise, it got a little raunchy. “Nope…no significant other…no kissing….no touching….not much of anything really,” so, naturally I dropped in with, “Yeah, I’ve had periods of my life like that. Makes your fingers ache doesn’t it?” A throw away comment designed to be bait on a hook…just to see if she’d bite!

She did….but not in the way I expected. A wave of….you know, I’m not sure what it was….frustration? Anger? Desire? Sadness? All of the above, I guess, and then some. “You’ve no idea what it’s like!” Now much softer “You’ve simply no idea.” And the tears fell like rain. I held her until she regained the power of rational speech. “The walls are like paper, so thin I can even hear the couple next door when they…you know…do…it. On the rare occasions I get the house to myself, I have to go for it, and even then I can’t make the noises I feel my body is crying out for. It’s unspeakably vile!” More tears. More holding her and soaking my dress. (And my undies, truth be told.) 

Finally she’d recovered her composure but looked a frightful mess….blotchy face and neck, tear-streaked face….oh dear. Can’t take her back looking like this. I patched her up as best I could, and then took charge. “Now. Look around you. Have you ever heard the expression seize the day?” She nodded. “I’m not sure what it means though.” 

“It means, honey, never look a gift horse in the mouth. Learn to read your surroundings. You could get yourself off here and scream the place down. No-one will hear you. Equally, public toilets, lots of noise there, hand dryers going off all the time. Places like that old barn over there. You could live out your wildest fantasies in there. I mean really go for it. Scream, shout, swear…..anything. You could even get into some kinky stuff if you like. Not a soul would know.” 

She looked around and I saw the weight fall from her. “Umm…do you….I mean….out here? Do you do it out here?”

“Yes. Sometimes I even walk here stark naked. There’s nothing like a walk outside naked for getting the juices flowing.”

“Mmmm….sounds divine! But what if…(she looks around conspiratorially, as of we may have been crept up on)…..what if you want to do something really naughty? I mean, there must be something beyond just rubbing off, right?”

Oh sweetie, where do I start? ‘Well, there’s toys, of course…..vibrators, and the like…but I guess you’d find one hard to get” She nods “Yeah…every package coming onto the base is x-rayed, and most are opened. Mum works in security (of course she does) she’d know. I’d die of shame.”

“Ok then, what about natural toys? Carrots, for example? Taking a nice snack with you wouldn’t raise suspicions, you can do more with a nice carrot than just eat it you know. There’s using it as a small cock inside your vagina….or your bum…..and carrots come in lots of sizes, don’t they?” I do so love that look someone gets when their hornymeter strays into the red zone. I decide to really push my luck. “I could tell you what I do when I want to feel naughty…if you won’t be too shocked.” For a horrid moment, I think she might decline, but she doesn’t. “Yes please!” 

“Ok…now, you remember that feeling you had before your very first orgasm? When you thought you might wet yourself?” She nods vigorously. “Well, hmmm….let me just say that peeing just as you cum is really good……especially……if you are naughty about it.” 

“Naughty?”

“Yes….if you do it in your panties. Before you shoot me down, let me just say, it feels really good. You’d be surprised, I think.

She doesn’t reply immediately, but I can tell by the redness of her upper chest and neck, the dilation of her pupils and the huskiness that has crept into her voice that she’s really horny. So I push my luck again. “Or better yet, take someone with you and let them watch.”

She jumps on that immediately. “I fantasise about…..watching someone….catching someone…..then getting off myself.” Perfect. I lead her to the old barn. “I’m just going in here. You can look through the windows…..if you like.”

I’m barely inside before my dress is off and I’m sitting on a hay bale with my legs up and wide open. My hand is in my panties, and I see movement at a window. I say window, they’re more just holes in the wall, narrow, almost like archer’s slits. Panties off next and I finger myself. Not my normal way of doing it, but I feel she needs to see fingers inside. Actually, I’m rather getting into it. 

Correction, I’m definitely getting into it! I can cum clitorally or vaginally, but it’s been a while since I’ve had a purely vaginal orgasm. They are intense and always involve a very big squirt. I lean back into the arms of my orgasm and as expected, a jet of squirt hits the dusty floor…followed by another, and a much longer finale. And yes, I did yell…..a mouthful of obscenities. I had to give her the full show, of course. 

She gives me a minute or two to come down, and I’m pulling my panties back on when she appears at the doorway. “Can I….?” I smile and nod. She immediately asks “That…stuff. Was it pee?” I shake my head. Some girls squirt girl cum when they have an orgasm.” She nods. ‘I don’t do that, but I do get super wet when I cum.” She looks disappointed. “Why? Did you want me to pee?” She grins ruefully….”No…well…maybe a little….maybe a lot.” I hop off my hay bale, take a few paces away from it and squat down. Slowly, I do what she asks, and then rub myself off again while she watches. She thinks I’m getting off to having wet myself, what I’m really getting off to is imagining the state of her panties, and licking her out. 

When I’m done, I taken my undies off and hang them on what has become my ‘panty nail’ in this old, disused barn. Then I tell her I’m going outside, but she stops me. “No….please……will you…..watch me?” She takes her clothes off with a rapidity born of urgency, and hands them to me. Top….skirt…panties (which, as expected are truly soaked. I make damn sure I get as much of her onto my fingers as I can.) she lies back, spreads her legs and starts masturbating. It takes her a while to get into it, but finally she starts vocalising. ‘Mmmm…..ohhh fuck……” I see two, then three fingers disappear inside her. No hymen to get in the way there, then. ‘Oohhh fuck……my cunt feels on fucking fire.” Do I join in? I decide to just talk…but only a little. “Go on….do it…fuck yourself.” It produces an instantaneous increase in speed and urgency. So I keep going. “I wish they were my fingers…..or my tongue in your cunt. I’d love to suck you off….and finger you.” She’s almost there. “Maybe even lick your bum hole for you.”  She explodes into orgasm, yelling loudly screaming “Fuck…ohhh fuuuuuuuck.” I guess, rightly, that it was the longest orgasm she’s ever had, and the most powerful. I also notice a sudden flood of cunt juices. 

She recovers, and takes her panties from me. “Did you mean it? Would you really…..(her voice drops again) …lick me?” 

Half an hour later she’d discovered that yes, I did indeed mean it. And more, I discovered how adept those long, thin fingers were. 

There comes a time, on the journey into sexuality, where frustration and desire trumps everything else. Is she lesbian? Bi-sexual? Oh who knows? She doesn’t know herself yet. I know quite a few girls who have had one, or maybe two g/g experiences born out of a yearning for just someone…anyone…to do something with them. I’m told boys sometimes have a wank with a best friend, or maybe do one another….before girlfriends come along. It’s all good to my mind.

The ‘journey’. What a thing it is…and how privileged we are to be part of another person’s. Even if it was purely a one-off, and even if one day, she forgets it ever took place. It did, and here it will always remain, locked in the corridors of time, accessed only by memory.