My Cousin and I (Chapter eight)

Chapter eight. Months passed. A whole year. Then two years. Sarah and I had been going to our shed on my dad's allotment as often as we could, usually most evenings after school. We never went at the weekend because that was when the people who worked the allotments were there. After each Friday evening we were so reluctant to leave because we knew we would have to wait until Monday before we could see each other again. The school holidays were the best. We could spend all day there if we wanted to, and we did want to. Our parents had no idea that we were seeing each other so much and certainly no idea what we were doing together. We knew each other so well now. We knew exactly what we liked doing and we felt a close bond between us. There were times when this worried us a little. After all, we are cousins, should cousins feel this way about each other? I had other cousins, some of them girls, and I liked them very much, but I didn't feel the way I felt about Sarah. It wasn't just the sex either. There was something deeper than that. We didn't know it at the time but we were truly in love. One day we found out via a roundabout way that somehow involved our precious magazine, which was looking decidedly tatty by now, that in the UK where we lived cousins could actually get married if they wanted to. It would be necessary to have some sort of medical test to confirm that any children born of the marriage would be alright, but apart from that it was legal to marry. Sarah and I didn't want to get married or have kids, but we were excited by this news because it introduced the possibility that at some time in the future we could move away where no one knew us and live together. I remember clearly the day that we discovered this information. We were at our love shack as usual, sitting on the sofa discussing how wonderful it would be when we were old enough to be together in our own home. We were both still fully dressed. We had been talking since we had arrived and for some reason everything felt more relaxed, not so much urgency, we could take our time, we could have the rest of our lives together. I remember the conversation that followed absolutely clearly. "Sarah, do you remember that first day when we went to your bedroom and I took all my clothes off for you?" She giggled. "Yes" I said "I still feel the same now when I'm naked in front of you." She giggled again. She said "What does it feel like?" "You know how people talk about butterflies in their stomach, well it's like that I suppose but more than that, it's like an ache really, like a stomach ache but in a nice way, does that make sense? It sounds stupid doesn't it?" "No David, it's not stupid I know just what you mean." "There's a tightness in my chest as well, sometimes it's so tight it's hard to breath." As I talked I found my breath coming in short gasps. Sarah said "do you feel like that now?" "Oh yes, I do, it's a bit uncomfortable but I like it, it's nice in a way." I saw Sarah's eyes move down to my groin. I was so hard and my jeans were making me feel uncomfortable. She giggled again. Oh that sound, she is killing me sweetly. I slipped my hand down my waistband and adjusted myself so that my willie was now flat along my stomach instead of pushing against the material of my jeans. I felt much more comfortable now. I said "you're beautiful Sarah, you know that don't you? I could just look at you all day without tiring. I am fascinated by your beauty 'down there', You know what I mean don't you?" Sarah said nothing. I could feel the tension building more and more. "I want to look at you and I want to touch your beautiful smooth skin. I want to touch all of you and all your secret places that nobody else ever even sees. I feel so good to think that you will take your clothes off for me and let me do all that." She moved her hand to my groin and I gasped as she found my hardness. She gently passed the palm of her hand up and down my length two or three times through the fabric of my jeans. I wanted to take my clothes off and let her see me and I wanted to see her too, but at the same time I was enjoying the sexual tension that was so thick in the air I felt that I could touch it. Sarah said "I feel all of that too you know, it's not just you. I think you're beautiful 'down there' too, and don't say it's silly saying that about a boy because for a girl it's as true as it is for you to say it about me." I knew that my face was bright red. She continued. "When you asked me if I wanted to look at you naked that first time I couldn't wait for us to get to my room, I bet you didn't know that did you?" I could only shake my head, I was in awe at what I was hearing. "When you were standing with me that day and you were naked I expected you to make yourself have your orgasm but you didn't, then I realised that you didn't know about orgasms at that time. I had found out about it a few months before but I didn't really know what it was, I just knew that it felt really nice." Her hand was between my upper thighs now, gently squeezing my balls in that special Sarah way. She said "David, do you do it yourself when we are not together?" I couldn't speak, the tension was too much, I just nodded my head. "I do too. I don't like doing it as much as when we are together but I sometimes do it." I said nothing. She said "shall we promise each other not to do it when we are alone and save it for when we are together? We see each other most days anyway and it will make it even more special for us." I said "Oh yes, let's promise each other that, let's always do it together and only when we are together." She stood up and said "take your clothes off, I want to see you." I stood and undressed and when I removed my underpants my erection sprang free and stood there, hard and twitching, pointing at the roof. I heard Sarah's sharp intake of breath. She said "Oh. he's so stiff and hard isn't he? Come here, let me touch him." I realised that she was talking about my willie as though it was a separate person, it sounded weird but I liked it. I said "Sarah, why are you talking like that?" She said that she had found a book in her parents bedroom and there was a lot of sex in it and the woman spoke about the man's penis like that, even giving it a name. She said "we must think of a name for your willie like the people in the book." She was sliding her hand along my shaft now and it was wet with my pre-cum. She said "David, I want to see him spurt, shall I make him do that for you?"

I couldn't speak, the tightness in my chest seemed to have taken all my breath away. I put my hands on my bottom and pushed my front forward so that my dick was almost touching her face, she was sliding her hand up and down, up and down, moving my foreskin back to the rim each time but not over it, as she knew that could be painful for me. The feelings she was creating were exquisite. The fact that she was doing it for me made it far better that when I did it myself. Oh, sweet, sweet heaven. I felt the tingle starting in my toes. I said "it's coming Sarah." She giggled and moved to the side so I wouldn't spurt on her, her hand keeping up the beautiful rhythm but a little faster now. I screamed out as it came and I saw her eyes open wide, following the first jet of semen as it shot across the shed. Another then another spurted almost as far and then, as she kept on rubbing me, a fourth jet that didn't go so far followed by a trickle that ran down her hand. She said, "have you finished?" I nodded and she slowly stopped stroking me and with some reluctance released her hand. For a few seconds my shaft stood there, still hard, still twitching, then it started to come down, slowly, slowly until it was between my legs, pointing at the floor. Sarah watched intently. She said, "ah, now he's gone all soft, I like to see him when he's like that." She was still kneeling on the floor, her face so close to my groin, studying me closely. I said "Sarah, do you want to do it?" She blushed and stood up, slipping her jeans and knickers down as she did so. Oh that exquisite beauty. If there is anything on Earth more beautiful than the female vaginal area I can't imagine what it can be. She lied down on the sofa and began stroking her slit. I could see the concentration on her face. She was biting her lower lip and her beautiful eyes were glazed. She seemed to be unaware of my presence in a way. Suddenly she looked straight into my eyes. She said "David, it's coming" and then she screamed out her release, her body bucking and writhing on the sofa. Here eyes were wide and fixed on my penis which had now risen again and was standing fully to attention. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. I wish my orgasms were as long as Sarah's. As she subsided her finger slowed it's frantic movements and she stopped and moved her hand away from her sex. Her body was still twitching a little and she giggled as an involuntary aftershock made her shake as if she were cold. Sarah lay still, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid. I knelt at the side of the old sofa, watching her, my eyes fixed on her beautiful sex lips. After a few minutes her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Without a word she stood and pulled her knickers and jeans up. My hard throbbing shaft stood rigidly to attention and she giggled as she stared at it. I just stood in front of her and started to masturbate. She watched intently and in seconds I spurted a powerful jet of semen as my orgasm came yet again. When I had finished I got dressed and we left our love shed. As we walked home Sarah said, "don't forget what we promised each other, we won't do it on our own anymore, only when we are together." I smiled at her and said "I won't forget, I promise."