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My cousin and I Complete

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This is the complete 10 chapters of my story about my cousin Sarah and I.

Chapter One. I had sense of wonder about the female body as far back as I can remember and that's a long way. I have two girl cousins and we used to play together when we were growing up. I would often find myself staring hard at them and wondering what they looked like 'down there', between their legs. That secret, sensitive place that was not to be mentioned and that was considered to be 'dirty' in some way. I had never thought of it to be dirty at all. To me it was a place of wonder. I often went to my room and locked my door and took off all my clothes. I would stand in front of a full size mirror on the wardrobe door and look at my body. I was fascinated by the way that my penis, or 'willie' would stand hard against my belly. It felt good as I touched it but strangely, I never touched it long enough or maybe not in the right way to produce that exquisite felling that was destined to remain elusive for several more years. When my brother was born more of my mother's time was taken up with the new baby and I had even more opportunities now to spend time with my cousins, one in particular who is called Sarah. She is the same age as myself and she is an exquisitely beautiful girl. She has the kind of beauty that is ageless. She will look as good when she is seventy or even eighty years old as she does today. Her mother is a very beautiful woman and her father tall and handsome, so it was clear that Sarah was going to be gorgeous and she is. I had always wanted to be close to her and one day I plucked up enough courage to ask her if she would like to see me naked. I half expected Sarah to run away and tell her mother, or mine, what I had just suggested but she didn't, she just giggled and nodded her head. We were at her home. Her mother and mine were in the next room so we decided to go to her bedroom. We knew we would have to tell our parents that we were going upstairs and we hoped that they would allow us to go but we needn't have worried, they just told us not to make too much noise. As we walked up the stairs I could feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach and my legs felt so weak and wobbly as if they had turned to jelly. A strange sensation gripped my whole body and it became an effort to breath properly. When we got into her room I had to sit down on the bed. Sarah just stood there watching me and as I became less light-headed I stood up and started to take off my clothes. I was naked in seconds and my willie was standing hard and erect. Sarah gasped as she saw it. I asked her if she had ever seen a boy naked before. She said she hadn't and suddenly she dropped to her knees so that she was staring directly at me, her eyes just inches from my secret place that no one only my parents had ever seen before. The tightness in my chest made it hard to breath and my legs were weak again as I stood in front of her beautiful, blue, searching eyes. A throbbing sensation in my willie made it twitch and Sarah giggled as she saw it. She reached out now and I felt her soft hand touch me, oh so delicately. Her hand slowly passed down from the wet tip, down my aching shaft and then to my testicles. She stroked the hard scrotum and squeezed a little but not enough to hurt me. My willie twitched again. Sarah pulled it away from the vertical erect position, pointing at the ceiling, and then let go so that it sprang back. slapping against my belly. She giggled again at that. I'm not circumcised, most males in the UK are not, and she moved the foreskin very, very slightly up and down. The sensations I was feeling were exquisite. "Is it always like this." Her question brought me back from a place I hadn't been before, where feelings I hadn't felt before were beginning to make themselves known. "W-what do you mean?" I stammered. "Like this, all hard and stiff and standing up?" "No, it's sometimes soft." As I said the words the thought came to me that she was almost right, most of the time it was hard like this, but maybe not when I was doing my homework or doing chores for my mum. "I want to see it soft." She said. There was no way I could make that happen for her. Sarah was stroking and caressing my throbbing, hard shaft which kept twitching involuntarily, which made her giggle so sexily. "I c-can't make it go soft just now" I said. My desire to see Sarah naked overwhelmed me and I asked her if she would take off her things too. She had been kneeling in front of me all this time but now she stood and shook her head. She stepped back a little but never for a second did she avert her eyes from the object that fascinated her. I reached down and touched my hard shaft. Slowly I moved my hand up and down, just like she had done. Those strange sensations started again. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced before. All the times I had spent in my room, looking at my hardness in the mirror, touching it, but I had never felt this strange, urgent need to go on and on, moving my hand up and down, faster now, faster. And then, footsteps on the stairs, someone calling Sarah's name. In an instant she was gone, closing the door as she went and crashing headlong into her mum who was, by now at the top of the stairs. The clean laundry that her mum was carrying went flying all over the place. "Oh Sarah, be careful, help me pick this up." I realised that Sarah was trying to give me time to get dressed and I leaped off the bed and started to pull my clothing on. I had said to Sarah that she could see me naked and I had stripped off completely, even my shoes and socks, and it was these that were now proving to be the most awkward. In my blind panic I couldn't find the opening to get my socks on, I was sure that Sarah's mum would open the door and wonder what the heck I was doing at any moment. I just managed to get my shoes on when she came in. "David, your lunch is ready, you too Sarah, that's what I came to tell you before this clumsy madam knocked me over." She hadn't suspected anything, wow, what an escape. My shoe laces were still not tied but she hadn't noticed. "OK mum" said Sarah, "we're coming down now." I finished tying my laces and we went down to lunch. I thought to myself "well Sarah, if you looked now you would certainly be able to see it when it's soft." Chapter Two. We sat next to each other as we ate our lunch. I caught Sarah's eye and a pink flush spread across her face. She smiled imperceptibly and I knew that everything was going to be alright. My mum and I left for home directly after lunch and I went to my room to consider what had just happened between Sarah and me. My shaft was hard and I wanted to look at myself naked again but after our close escape I didn't want to risk my own mum discovering what my aunt had just failed to. Bedtime came and I was truly alone at last. As I lay warm beneath the bed sheets I was stroking my hardness as I always did before I went to sleep. Maybe this time I was more excited after my eventful day with Sarah, maybe I just did it a bit differently. I became aware of a different feeling. A tingling in my feet. Now it was in my lower legs and spreading upwards. Becoming stronger, more insistent. It felt like electric shocks in my lower body. I knew what an electric shock felt like because I had had a low voltage shock when I was messing about in my dad's shed. I felt both curious and a little scared at what was happening inside me. I wanted to stop stroking myself but I didn't want to stop really, no, I couldn't stop even if I did want to. I was rubbing quickly now and a surge of tingling made me cry out. I buried my face in the pillow and gave in to my very first orgasm. I felt really scared now. The tingling had lasted for what seemed like a long time but was probably only about 20 seconds, and now I was gasping for air and shaking. What was that? What was happening to me. I also felt embarrassed. What if my parents had heard me cry out? Too many questions to think about now. A strange, warm feeling of satisfaction came over me and I fell asleep. I awoke at 3 AM and did it again. I couldn't help it. I had to know if it would happen again. This time the feeling was even more intense but I didn't feel as scared afterwards. The embarrassment was still there however. I drifted off back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning I was hard again and I did it once more. Wow, what is this feeling? But now I had to get up and prepare for school. I may as well have not bothered going to school that day, I don't think I heard a thing that the teachers were telling me. My mind was consumed by this strange new experience that I had discovered in the middle of the night. What was it? Is it normal? Is there something wrong with me? Is my body telling me that I need to see a doctor because something has gone wrong 'down there.' When the school day finally ended I ran home as quickly as I could and asked my mum if I could go round to see Sarah. She said I had to be back in an hour for my tea. Here in England, especially in the north, that's what we call our early evening meal. Sarah's house was less than half a mile away and I ran all the way there. After checking with her mum we went out to a favourite place that we knew in the woods at the back of the houses. It was a very secluded spot, I don't remember ever seeing anyone anywhere near, all the times we had been there. I wanted to tell Sarah what had happened when I had touched myself but how do I begin? She seemed to know that I was feeling awkward. As we just stood there facing each other I felt my willie rise up slowly, stiffening and pushing against the front of my pants. Sarah saw it and giggled. I reached down and opened my pants and let them fall to the ground. Sarah gasped as she saw my shaft, hard, erect and twitching involuntarily. For a moment she just stood there, studying me as if I were an alien being or something. I could feel all kinds of things inside me all at the same time. Butterflies in my stomach. Tightness in my chest. Legs like jelly. Sarah knelt in front of me, just like she had done in her bedroom the day before. She reached out to me and her touch felt ecstatic. She moved the foreskin slowly up and down, up and down, and then she pulled my hardness away from the vertical position that it was in, pointing at the sky, and then let it spring back, giggling again like she did before, in that 'oh so sexy' way. Easing her hand away I started to rub myself in the way I had done it the night before. I could feel it coming immediately. That strange tingle starting in my toes. Sarah was watching me intently. I let it build up. Now past the point of no return. Oh sooo good. I cried out her name as I climaxed. The sensation was so intense, better even than last night in bed. Sarah watched in awe as my hand slid up and down my shaft, my body arched backwards slightly. As it subsided I slowed my movements and began to come back to reality. An intense feeling of embarrassment came over me. Sarah was still staring at my now softening willie, her eyes were wide and her mouth open. I stupidly tried to cover myself with my hands. A silly thing to do, what was I trying to hide that she had not seen to excess? I bent to pull my pants up but she stopped me and spread my hands so that she could see how my shaft had shrunken small and soft, and was hanging down between my legs. Although I couldn't see my face I just knew that it must be bright red. I felt so very embarrassed, shy, vulnerable. All three rolled into one. A strange feeling, one I had never felt before. Not an unpleasant feeling, a bit uncomfortable perhaps. I just stood there and let her look at me. Neither one of us had spoken a word since I cried out her name at my climax. Then she said "David, are you alright?" As she spoke she reached out and touched me, gently lifting my soft penis and holding it in the palm of her hand. I felt a little stirring inside and my shaft twitched slightly. She released me gently and I bent to retrieve my pants. This time she allowed me to do so. We began to walk slowly back to her house and she tentatively took hold of my hand. We had never held hands before. After all, she was my cousin, not my girlfriend, and cousins didn't hold each other's hands as they walked, but this felt exactly right, we had just shared a very special moment and we had earned the right to hold hands. Before we left the seclusion of the woods we stopped in the cover of a large tree and just held each other. Just like that. We turned and put our arms around each other and let something flow between us. Whatever it was it brought us so close that we knew that this was just the beginning. I knew that she could feel my erection again and as we reluctantly pulled apart I could see that her face was red, no doubt so was mine. She giggled in that sexy way but we had to get back, after all, our tea would be ready by now. Chapter three. I went to bed early that night. My mind was in a turmoil. I had known Sarah since we were born but our whole relationship to each other had now changed with the events of the last 30 hours or so. I couldn't work out how I felt about her seeing me in that 'oh so private moment.' Hell, I didn't even know what was happening to me myself. I only knew that I loved that feeling and sharing it with Sarah made it even better. My willie was hard as usual and as I thought about Sarah I started to stroke it in the way that I now knew had only one inevitable conclusion. I had pushed the bed coverings down and I lay naked as I stroked my hardness, slowly, slowly, trying to savour every subtle sensation. In my mind Sarah was right there with me, her beautiful, wide eyes watching me, her lips moist and parted. Then, that sexy giggle. I heard it as if she were truly here with me and I exploded into orgasm. Jerking around on the bed. Trying to stifle my cries. I wanted to shout out her name but my parents were downstairs, I had to keep quiet. Oh how lovely. In the fading moments I realised how lovely this was. I still didn't know what it was but I knew that I could never stop doing it now. My hand was still pumping wildly, trying to make it go on and on. There was no ejaculation, that was still something else in store for me. I fell asleep with the bed coverings still off me, and when I awoke at about 1 am I was freezing. I quickly pulled the duvet up and snuggled down, trying to get warm. The following day was the last school day before the long summer holiday. A whole six weeks without school. Lots of time to see Sarah. I couldn't wait for the final bell that meant time to go home. I told my mum that I was going round to see Sarah and after the usual admonition to be back in one hour for my tea, I ran the short distance between our homes. We didn't go to our place in the woods this time. I had thought of a brilliant idea and I wanted to tell Sarah, we just went up to her room. That wonderful room where we had almost been caught two days ago. My dad had an allotment. Here in England you can rent an area of land to grow things. It's just a small area but on it there was a wooden shed about 4 metres by 4 metres. There are ten allotments altogether, each rented by people, mostly men, who live in the area. They are about 30 metres by 20 metres and most of them have these wooden sheds. My dad's shed had a supply of electricity fed through a coin meter, and there was also a butane gas heater. There was an old sofa and a table and even a kettle to make tea or coffee. Best of all, I had a key to the shed and I sometimes went there when I had nothing to do. During the week the allotments were virtually deserted. The men who rented them were at work and usually only went there at weekends, it would be an ideal place for Sarah and I to go. Sarah thought it was a great idea and we couldn't wait to go there the following Monday. But it was only Friday evening. We agreed that we wouldn't go at the weekend because it would be too busy and we didn't want to be seen. We were sitting side by side on Sarah's bed. We turned to face each other and I felt my face go hot. I just knew that I must look as red as a beetroot. It was an awkward moment. We just sat there looking at each other. My penis was hard and it was making me feel uncomfortable as it strained against my pants. I shifted my position slightly and my erection became more obvious. Sarah giggled as she saw the bulge at my front. I wanted to throw all my clothes off and stand there naked in front of her, but we knew that we just couldn't risk it. We were lucky before, we might not get away with it this time. I stood up and pulled down my zipper. My shaft sprang out and Sarah gasped, her eyes wide and mouth open. I could hear her mum bustling about downstairs preparing the evening meal. I moved close to Sarah so she could touch me. The caress of her hand was pure ecstasy as she held my willie and slowly moved my foreskin up and down. She stopped stroking and moved her hand lower so she could hold my scrotum and feel my testicles. She was very gentle, she seemed to know that this was a sensitive part of my body. I could still hear her mum downstairs and we knew that we didn't have much time before we would have to go down. I didn't want Sarah to stop fondling me but I wanted to make that feeling come again, oh how I wished we had more time. I started to rub my shaft, hoping that Sarah would keep holding my balls. Within seconds I felt it coming. That beautiful, sweet ecstasy that could not be denied. Sarah looked into my eyes. She seemed to know what was happening but she still held me gently. I exploded silently. I wanted to scream out my pleasure and release but could not. Sarah watched in awe, her eyes wide. I kept pumping my shaft. Sliding the foreskin up and down. Trying to make this go on and on. Her hand had slipped from me now, and as the feeling faded I slowed my frantic movements and stopped. I stood there in front of her breathing hard. The strange, shy, embarrassing feeling washing over and through me. Sarah watching intently as my penis softened and came down from vertical like a felled tree, twitching once and then settling between my legs. I stood still, my heartbeat fast, my face red, Sarah still staring at my now small penis. She had wanted to see it soft before and now her wish was fulfilled. I reluctantly drew away form her and pulled up my zipper. Without a word we opened the bedroom door and went downstairs. Chapter four. The following day was a Saturday. I would not be able to see Sarah today, her mum was taking her shopping and then on to somewhere else, I didn't know where. On Sunday I went round to her house. I couldn't stay away from her now. We had always been close but the events of the last few days had created a new bond between us that seemed to be drawing us even closer together. When I arrived at her house there were people visiting. Family members. My uncle and aunt and their son. I couldn't ask to go up to Sarah's room as I usually did, it would have looked odd. We had to sit and listen to stuff we weren't in the slightest interested in. We managed to sit together on a two seater sofa and I surreptitiously let my thigh rub against hers. I looked at her and she went red in her face. If I had stood up my erection would have been obvious. I drew away from her slightly and tried to calm my thoughts. With a great effort of will I forced my arousal to subside and then I announced that I had to leave. Sarah came to the door with me and closed it behind her. We whispered excitedly about going round to the allotment shed the next day. I said I would come for her at ten o' clock. I met Sarah next day and we went to the shed. The allotments were completely deserted. At the weekend this area was a hive of activity but during the week there was no one in sight, it seems that growing vegetables was definitely a weekend exercise. We opened the door and quickly went inside, locking the door and drawing a thin curtain over the window. The window was high up the wall and no one would be able to see inside unless they stood on a box or something but the curtain gave us a little extra feeling of security. It was a warm day and inside the shed was even warmer. We stood facing each other and I felt myself blush. Sarah giggled and I felt my legs go weak. Without a word I took off my clothes. Sarah caught her breath as she saw my erection then, with that sexy giggle again, she started to remove her things too. My mind was doing somersaults. Was I going to see what a girl looked like at last? Soon she was as naked as I was and she was simply beautiful. She had not developed breasts or pubic hair yet and down there, in that secret place that I had thought about so often, she was exquisite. I had imagined all kinds of visions of what a girl was like down there. Was it a round hole just under her navel? Was it lower down than that? I had no idea but the actuality exceeded all my expectations. It wasn't a round hole at all, but instead a beautiful little slit with a indentation at the top that gave it the appearance of a keyhole. Absolute, impeccable beauty. Sarah blushed and then that giggle again. I couldn't take my eyes off her. My shaft was twitching and there was a heavy ache that I hadn't felt before. Suddenly I felt it coming. I wasn't touching myself but my climax was coming and I couldn't stop it. I cried out and started to work my hand up and down as I exploded to make it even better. Sarah was watching me intently and I noticed that her left hand had gone to her slit and her index finger was stroking the little indentation. We were still standing, facing each other and even though my orgasm had subsided my shaft stayed hard as I watched Sarah. She reached out to touch me. Her fingers stroked my shaft and it felt exquisite. I couldn't take my eyes off her gorgeous slit. Without a word she went over to the old sofa and lay down on her back. I wanted to touch her, to feel those beautiful lips nestled between her legs. But then she began to stroke the top part of her little hole, the part where the indentation was. I watched her, fascinated. I had no idea what she was doing. I didn't know that a girl could get that lovely feeling too, hey, until a few days ago I didn't even know I could get it myself. I knelt down so I could watch her more closely. She was rubbing faster now, her breath coming in short gasps. The urge to touch her was overwhelming. My penis was fully hard again and twitching madly. Sarah suddenly stiffened, her eyes went wide and she cried out and I knew that she was feeling that wonderful, all consuming tingling. WOW. It seemed to go on longer for her than it does for me. While she was still in the throes of ecstasy I stood up and brought my own climax on with just a few strokes of my hand. She subsided just a few seconds before I did and she lay, breathing hard on the sofa while I collapsed to my knees again at her side. It seemed that Sarah knew far more about what was happening in our bodies than I did. She told me that what we were feeling was called orgasm. I didn't even know that. She told me that girls feel it just like boys do, and she told me that one day I would spurt something out when I had my orgasm, and that is what caused girls to have a baby if it got inside them. Chapter Five. I listened fascinated. Sarah was actually telling me about the birds and the bees. She was the same age as me but it was as if she was an older sister or something. She seemed to know all about these things. I asked her how she knew all this and how long she had known it but she just said "oh, you know, for a while." I didn't know but I didn't push it at that time. We were sitting side by side on the old sofa in my dad's allotment shed, completely naked. Sarah was exquisitely beautiful. I reached out to touch her smooth, soft skin. Slowly, lower now. Would she let me touch her gorgeous sex lips. She parted her legs and for the first time ever I felt the luscious difference between our sexes. My penis was hard again and throbbing. We both stood up so we could see each other fully. Sarah reached out for me and held my shaft in her hand in that delicate way that I was becoming used to. I reached to touch her slit. She was warm and wet. A slippery substance was covering those beautiful lips. I moved my finger higher to that little indentation that she had been touching before. She moaned slightly and I thought I was hurting her, but she said "no, go on rub me there." We moved to the sofa without loosing contact with each other. She lay down and parted her legs, still holding my shaft in her hand. I had no idea what I was supposed to do but she seemed to be happy just letting me stroke between those beautiful sex lips. I moved my finger up and down and I noticed that when I touched that little recess at the top she screwed up her face a bit and gave a little moan. I concentrated my massage at that point and she seemed to be in ecstasy. All the time I was touching and rubbing her, Sarah was sliding her hand up and down my willie. I had already had two tingling orgasms since we came into the shed but I knew that another one was going to come soon, the feelings she was giving me were pure rapture. And then it happened for her. She just grabbed my hand, moving it faster around her clitoris and she cried out my name. I just let her use my finger the way she wanted. It went on and on for her. I was surprised how long it lasted for a girl. I don't know if it's the same for all girls or not but Sarah seems to go on for at least thirty seconds. She had stopped rubbing my shaft when her orgasm came and the tingling that had started to creep up from my toes had receded. I stood up and let her watch me as I started to rub it again. It started to come almost immediately. I slowed a bit and moved my hand away from the tip where it's most sensitive and started to rub lower down. I wanted to let it come but at the same time I wanted to let Sarah look at me for longer. The tingling abated again and when I felt safe that I wouldn't explode I concentrated on the sensitive tip again. This was a new experience and it felt good. I was in control of my feelings and I knew that Sarah was enchanted watching me. When I felt it coming I did the procedure again and it went away; oh, this is great I thought. I became bolder and moved closer to her so that the tip of my willie was almost touching her face. She giggled and that was it. I felt a surge of tingling sweeping up my legs and even though I wasn't touching my penis I couldn't stop the explosion of absolute pleasure. It was stronger than it had ever been before, no doubt due to my newly discovered stop start technique, but I didn't know that at the time. I cried out and rubbed furiously. Sarah gasped. Oh so good, so good. As it faded I twitched and jerked and that made Sarah giggle even more. We were both spent. Happy but exhausted. Chapter Six. Sarah was on the old couch in my dad's allotment shed. She was lying on her back, spent after her orgasm. I was on the floor, kneeling at her side breathing heavily after the strongest climax I had ever felt so far. I was gazing in wonder and adoration at her beautiful sex lips. I had wondered for a very long time what a girl looked like 'down there'. My imagination had conjured up all types of visions, but nothing to match the gorgeous, stunning reality that I was seeing now for the very first time. We had been in this shed for less than an hour and we had both had three orgasms. I didn't even know that girls could have orgasms. I didn't know that I could myself until a few days ago, but since then both our worlds had changed completely. Sarah knew more about sex than I did but it wasn't very much really. We realised that we needed to find out more about the lovely feelings that our bodies could give to us, but how could we do that. We couldn't really go into a shop and buy a sex book or magazine. I had seen those 'dirty' magazines up on the top shelves in the newsagents but I couldn't reach them, and even if I could, the newsagent would not sell one to me. We would have to think of something else. The very next morning our answer presented itself due to a combination of four fortuitous circumstances. First. My dad asked me to go down to the paper shop and get a newspaper for him. Second. When I got there the man was in the back of the shop speaking on the phone. Third. The shop was empty except for me. Four. A magazine from the top shelf had been carelessly replaced in the wrong spot on a lower shelf with the TV programme guides. I could reach it easily. Without a second thought I picked it up and secreted it under my jacket. The newsagent was still talking on the phone and it looked like I had got away with it. However, I didn't want to steal from anyone. The shopkeeper was a nice man who my dad knew well and I liked him. I fished out three pound coins from my pocket, more than enough to cover the cost of the mag but I couldn't exactly ask for change. I pushed the coins under the top newspaper on a pile on the counter and stood back to wait for the newsagent to finish his phone call. When he came out from the back of the shop I asked for a newspaper and he took the top one off the pile, finding the money I had put there as I knew he would. He was surprised and said something about 'how could that have got there' then he put it in his cash register along with my dad's payment for his paper. I walked out of the shop with my new magazine and a clear conscience that I had not stolen anything. Luckily, there were no security cameras in those days, not in small businesses anyway, maybe the large stores had them. I couldn't wait to tell Sarah that we now had our magazine. I had managed to get it into the house and up to my room but after breakfast I had to get it out again and round to our shed where we had arranged to meet. It wasn't too much of a problem, though my mum asked why I was going out with a jacket on when it was such a warm day. I don't know what answer I gave but I needed the jacket to conceal our new treasure. Well the magazine turned out to be one of the, shall we say, hard porn ones. Not just a glamour mag with a few pictures of naked girls, although it certainly had those too. We learned a lot form it, including the explanation of words that we had heard before but hadn't a clue of their meaning. Words like wank, hard-on, balls, scrotum, cunt, shag. There was also the 'f' word in there but right from the start we didn't like it and resolved never to say it to each other. We had heard the 'f' word used and it was usually in the context of swearing, it seemed to be an angry word, and we couldn't see how it was ever suitable to use with the beautiful new sex experiences that we were discovering. We were so absorbed in our new find that soon an hour had gone by. I realised that for all of that time I had had a massive hard-on. Sarah was shyly looking at it whilst pretending not to. I blushed and she did as well. We knew each other well enough now to know what we wanted and we quickly removed our clothing. Sarah giggled and said "ooo, can I watch you wank David?" It sounded strange but soooo sexy hearing her. Our new mag was proving to be a great find. Sarah was sitting on the old sofa and I simply stood in front of her and started to stroke myself, standing with my legs apart so she could see everything as clearly as possible. I moved the foreskin up and down, using just my index finger and thumb right at the tip of my shaft. Sarah reached out and held my balls in her cupped hand, squeezing gently. She seemed to be completely absorbed in watching me, biting her lower lip in such a sexy way. I felt it coming and vaguely wondered if I should try the stop start technique that I had discovered but that decision was quickly taken away from me as a surge of tingling took me to the point of no return. I called out Sarah's name and climaxed hard. She held on to my scrotum all the time, making it even better for me. As it subsided my body jerked a couple of times and Sarah found that funny somehow and giggled again. Oh that sound, it drives me crazy with desire for her. I was still standing in front of her, not touching myself now, and she had removed her hand from my balls. She gazed at me as my penis twitched and started to go soft. Without taking her eyes from the object of her desire she lied down on the sofa and started to slowly stroke herself. I dropped to my knees so that I could watch her more closely. She looked at me and smiled that sexy smile and I knew she was teasing me, trying to make me go hard again, gazing at my limp willie as she stroked herself slowly and oh so provocatively. In slow, soft surges I felt my penis start to fill and rise up again, until it was standing there hard and erect, pointing at the roof. Sarah watched in awe, her beautiful eyes wide. I stood up and moved close to her so that my shaft was right above her face and then I thought of a game we could try. I said, "Sarah, let's both start rubbing ourselves at the same time and see who does it first." She giggled and that gave me a head start already. Gazing into each other's eyes we began that delicious action that can only have one inevitable conclusion. It was beautiful to watch Sarah stroking her spot that gives her so much pleasure. I was rubbing myself slowly and it felt so good. I moved closer to her and let the end of my wet shaft touch her thigh and started to move along her beautiful, soft skin. We both must have had the same thought because she stopped and stood up, pressing her body close to me. My dick found her slit and we both gasped with the pleasure of this new sensation. With our arms tightly around each other we moved together. I wasn't inside her. I was just sliding up and down between her sex lips. It felt absolutely heavenly. Each time the tip of my shaft touched her clit she moaned with ecstasy. I stopped moving and just held her. She looked into my eyes and I felt and overwhelming desire to kiss her beautiful lips. I felt my dick twitch and find her hole, slipping inside very slightly. At the same time our lips met and I kissed her deeply like we had learned about in our magazine. I came instantly. An intense, searing tingling shook me and I cried into her mouth. As I subsided I realised that I was deep inside Sarah. I had penetrated her fully in my delirium and there was a little bit of blood on our pubic areas. We realised that I had taken her virginity. She just smiled at me and without a word we drew apart. I had not yet begun to ejaculate so there was no risk of Sarah getting pregnant but we realised that we must be very careful if I was going to come into her again in the future, I might start to spurt semen soon. Chapter seven. At first I felt horrified at what I had done but Sarah seemed to be cool about it, even pleased. We knew that we needed to get cleaned up. We were naked so no trace of blood had got on to our clothes. There was a water supply in the shed but it was only cold water, however there was a kettle that my dad used to brew tea when he was working on his allotment, so we heated some water and soon all traces of blood had gone. There was no towel so we couldn't dry ourselves, we would have to dry naturally, we were in no hurry to get dressed anyway. I asked Sarah if it had been painful when I entered her. She said that she felt me thrust forward when I reached my climax and my whole shaft went into her. It felt like a sharp tear but the pain soon went away and it felt wonderful. She said that she felt my dick throbbing and I was moving and twisting inside her. It had been a wonderful experience but we resolved never to do that again until we could get some condoms. We would just stick to masturbation as we had up until now. We knew that getting condoms would be even more of a problem than getting our magazine had been, but we were happy for now. We dressed and left our shed, we had a lot to think about. It was about two months after this incident that we had our next surprise. We had been going to our shed as often as we could throughout the school holidays. We had some wonderful times but we never repeated what had happened. Now we were back in school and we only had a couple of hours or so before our evening meal. We met at the shed every day. I never tired of gazing at Sarah naked and she was the same with me. We stripped off as soon as we got inside, we just couldn't get enough of each other. On this particular day Sarah was sitting naked on the sofa and I was standing close to her so that she could fondle my balls in that exquisite way that she did. My penis was hard and twitching and a trace of wetness ran down onto her fingers. I started to stroke it slowly. Sarah giggled, she knew that she would soon see me at my most vulnerable. "Oh, why does it come so quickly?" I thought as I felt the tingle starting in my toes. Sarah could sense that I was close and she stopped touching me so that she could study me closely as I exploded. The tingle rushed up my legs and my orgasm was upon me. I closed my eyes and rubbed hard and fast. I heard Sarah squeal. Oh so good, so good. Now it was ebbing and I rubbed even harder to try to make it go on longer, it had been so lovely. I was gasping for air and totally spent. I opened my eyes and got a shock at what I saw. A thick, white blob of semen was pooling on Sarah's left thigh. I stood in front of her as my shaft started to go soft and come down from the vertical like a felled tree. Sarah said that as I was pumping myself the white stuff had shot out into the air and then splashed down on her legs, that was when she squealed. She said that I had only done one spurt but there was quite a lot of stuff there. She started to rub it over her thigh and as she lifted her finger a long thin tendril of semi-liquid hung suspended from her. As we didn't have a towel or anything to wipe it up I had to use my pocket handkerchief to dry Sarah. I would have to remember to wash it when I got home before my mum saw it. I sat on the sofa alongside Sarah and just held her. We must have drifted off to sleep because when we awoke a whole thirty minutes had gone by. We stood up and Sarah dropped to her knees so that her face was almost touching my pubic area. She took my limp willie in her hand and started to examine it as if she wanted to know every detail about it. Now her hand was around my scrotum and she was squeezing gently in that lovely way that she always does. I felt my dick slowly rising and she giggled as she watched. I wanted to do it again and then I realised that Sarah hadn't had her climax yet. She held my hardness in her hand and started to pump me. Then she stood up, still holding on to me and pulled me over to the sofa where she lay down. As she rubbed me with her right hand she started to stroke herself with her left. It was going to be a question of who would explode first. I had a pretty good idea it would be me. I could see the pure desire in her eyes, the look of sex, the look of love? Yes, yes maybe. Now her face changed. An expression almost of shock came over her. Her eyes opened wide and she starred right into mine and she cried out her release. She was still pumping me and I climaxed instantly. We both saw a jet of semen spurt right across her body. Then another and another, then a fourth one that was not as powerful as the others. She stopped rubbing me when I stopped spurting but I wanted it to go on for longer. I could still feel a strong tingling right at the tip of my shaft. I replaced her hand with mine and rubbed hard, it was an exquisite sensation. We knew that we would have to get back to our homes soon, we had spent longer than usual in the shed because of falling asleep. We were annoyed about that, we saw it as wasting our precious time together. We cleaned ourselves with the handkerchief and reluctantly started to pull our clothes on. I touched her slit and let my finger slide inside her hole. She gasped with pleasure. I reluctantly pulled away from her and we finished dressing and left the shed. Tomorrow night could not come fast enough for us. 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 than 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 that 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. Her 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 shiver 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." Chapter nine. I lay in bed, my shaft hard and pulsing, my thoughts on Sarah. It was so strange, so hard not to let my hand start pumping and cause the exquisite feelings that would soon come send me into an exhausted sleep. But we had promised each other not to masturbate when we were alone, to save it for when we were together. Reluctantly I moved my hand from my groin and tried to think of other things, eventually I drifted into a shallow sleep, plagued by dreams. I awoke with a start at 3 AM. My shaft was stiff and demanding attention. I had been dreaming that I had gone to our shed to meet Sarah and she wasn't there waiting for me as she usually is. I waited over an hour in dream time, which was probably just a few seconds in reality, but she didn't turn up. At that point I awoke. This promise not to masturbate alone was going to be difficult to keep. I drifted into a restless sleep but I was pleased when morning came and I could get up, get to school and then to our favourite place in the whole world, our love shack. Unlike in my dream Sarah was waiting for me when I got to the shed. We quickly went inside. She seemed agitated and excited and made me sit down on the sofa. "Oh David, I've thought of a name for him." "What? Who, what are you talking about?" I spluttered. I had completely forgotten that we were supposed to be thinking of a name for my willie. "Ooo David, you've forgotten haven't you?" She teased. It turned out that the book she had discovered in her parent's room was Lady Chatterley's Lover by D H Lawrence. She had read the pages where Connie and Mellors are talking and Connie is telling him that his penis is hers as well as his, and that he must never insult it, (whatever that might mean.) Connie then says that they must have a name for it and comes up with JohnThomas. Sarah said that at first she was going to suggest we use that name too but then, in a history lesson at school she thought of RobRoy. She had been doing Scottish history and RobRoy was an outlaw who later became a Scottish legend. She said we were outlaws really because we were doing naughty things that would land us in serious trouble if we were found out, so RobRoy it must be. We sat together on the old sofa. Even now I couldn't believe my good fortune in Sarah and I having this relationship. She was a beautiful girl and still is to this day. She has long hair and beautiful eyes, high cheekbones and gorgeous lips just asking to be kissed. I felt her hand sliding up my thigh and heard her sharp intake of breath as she found my hardness. "Get undressed, I want to see him." She said. I stood in front of her and slowly removed my shoes and socks followed by my tee-shirt and jeans. I moved closer to her and she hooked her fingers into the top of my briefs and pulled them down, allowing my erection to spring free. "Oh, he's so hard and stiff," she said, reaching out to the tip of my shaft which twitched as she touched it, making her giggle in that oh so sexy way. The pre-cum ran down her fingers and she smeared it all along the length of my rod and over my scrotum. My desire to see her naked was overwhelming and I asked her to get undressed. She released my throbbing rod and shed her clothes and lied down on her back on the sofa. She had her legs fully extended and I could see her gorgeous slit and the little indentation at the top which gave her so much pleasure. I knelt down and let my hard, wet shaft brush along her legs, leaving a trail of moisture on her right thigh. She giggled and I thought I was going to spurt all over her right there but I managed to control myself and suppress my imminent orgasm. A new thought came to me as I gazed at her slit. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her just there. For some reason the thought made me blush and she saw it and giggled again. Without saying what I wanted to do I just moved along her and put my lips over her sex lips. She gasped and I moved quickly away, thinking I was hurting her but she said "oh David, do that again, it feels so good." I carefully placed my mouth over her slit and let my tongue go slightly inside her hole. She was wet and so smooth. I started to lick sideways along the length of her labia. When I got to that little spot at the top I heard her sharp intake of breath and I let my tongue play around that area, sucking and licking her. Almost immediately she came. Writhing and squirming so much that I almost lost contact with her, but not quite and I licked madly as she exploded with weird little sounds. As usual her orgasm went on for a long time but I was determined not to slip away from her and to give her the best feelings that I could. She finished and I drew away from her. She smiled up at me and said "oooh, that was the best feeling ever." I stood up and felt it coming. I wasn't even touching RobRoy but he exploded and shot a salvo of spurts over Sarah's thighs. I just stood there, groaning and whimpering, my hands behind my back and my hips thrust forward, eyes tightly closed. As it subsided I opened my eyes and watched the twitching of my penis as the aftershocks came. Sarah was staring at RobRoy intently. For a few moments I just stood there letting her watch him softening. Sarah had brought a small towel as there wasn't one in the shed and we used it to wipe my semen off her legs. She was still lying on her back on the sofa and I climbed astride her with her legs closed between mine, sitting on my heels so my weight wasn't uncomfortable for her. I just loved looking at her slit and I could see that she was examining every bit of my maleness too. We smiled at each other and a strange feeling passed between us. It was the same feeling that was there that time in the woods before we had started coming to the shed. I had just discovered what orgasm was and it was all so new to me, but sharing it with Sarah made it so special. That seemed a long time ago now and our feelings of closeness had grown even stronger. We just gazed at each other and time passed. After a while I felt it starting to go hard and rise up. Sarah giggled as she watched. It seconds I was stiff and throbbing. Sarah adjusted her position so she could watch me better as I started to slide my hand along my wet shaft. I wanted to make it last longer than it usually does so I did it slowly, letting Sarah see every movement. She watched intently as if she was studying a science experiment at school. Oh it felt so good. I knelt astride her so that she could see every part of me and every movement I made. Then I felt a subtle change within me. A delicious feeling of awe at what I was doing. It no longer seemed imperative to get to orgasm as quickly as I could, I just wanted to let Sarah see me doing this and I wanted it to go on for a while. I started to slide my first two fingers and thumb along my shaft but so gently that I didn't even move the foreskin up and down. I was kneeling naked astride the most beautiful girl in the world. Well, certainly the most beautiful girl in our town, and she was watching me doing this. I took my hand away and let her see me fully. As she gazed at me my penis twitched and she giggled in that sexy way. I just knelt there letting her stare at me. She reached up and touched the tip, smearing the wetness along the length of my shaft. Then, taking my scrotum in her hand she squeezed gently. It felt so naughty, so rude, so embarrassing. It was an exquisite moment between us. I started to move my hand up and down again with a little more friction than I was using before. I looked away from her beautiful face to gaze at her sex. That gorgeous slit was just for me, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. And then, another change of direction. The urgent need for release was strong again. As I stroked slowly the tingling started in my toes. I could have stopped it, I wasn't at the point of no return yet, but I wanted it so badly so I didn't stop. I said "Sarah, it's coming." She giggled, staring intently, waiting, watching, sharing every second with me. I cried out as the first spurt shot over her head, over the arm of the sofa and landed with a splat on a sheet of paper on the floor. The second and third jets splashed down on her chest and stomach and the fourth one, not as powerful as the others, on her thighs. The feeling was intense. Probably the strongest orgasm I had had so far, and certainly the longest in duration. It seemed to go on and on and it was making my whole body shake. I watched Sarah watching me the whole time. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide, she was clearly enjoying this as much as me, (well, maybe not quite as much.) Eventually it subsided and I returned to earth from the heaven that I had been to. Still shaking and twitching. Still rubbing RobRoy, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure out. Finally collapsing on Sarah, lying on top of her, panting for air, heart beating wildly. I don't know how long we lied there. I think I may have gone to sleep for a few minutes but then Sarah said we would have to get going, our meals would be ready at home. We dressed quickly. Our magazine was lying on the floor and a pool of semen was turning liquid on one of the pages. It must have been that which the first spurt had landed on. We cleaned it up and Sarah put it in her bag, as she always takes it home with her. She said she would always remember what caused the stain. We held each other before we left and she reminded me that we had agreed not to do it on our own. We must wait until we are together. Thankfully that would only be twenty four hours. Chapter Ten. I went to bed early that night but I couldn't get to sleep. Our promise not to masturbate alone was proving to be a difficult one to keep for me but I intended to keep it. Our relationship had developed from a naughty fling into one of mutual respect and true love between Sarah and I. I would not betray her trust. I was lying there trying to get to sleep when the phone on my bedside table rang. Mobile phones or cell phones as you call them in the USA were a new technology. Some people had them but they were quite expensive and un-reliable. No one in my family or Sarah's had one. Instead we had a landline with a base station connected to it from which there were about three telephone units that you could place in different rooms or carry about the house, as long as they were within about 50 metres of the base station they were in range. I was lucky enough to have one of these in my room and it was now ringing. The problem was that when a call came in all the other phone units would ring too so it was just a matter of who answered first. I picked my handset up and lazily gave our phone number, expecting it to be a call for my parents. The beautiful, sexy voice on the other end said "hi David, how are you?" It was Sarah. Just hearing her caused an instant erection and my free hand shot under the duvet to stroke it. I said "Wow Sarah, I didn't think it would be you, are you in bed?" "Yes, are you?" "yes" "What are you doing David, you don't sound very tired?" She giggled. "I was trying to get to sleep but it's hard because of our promise." "What do you mean David, what promise are you talking about?" I realized that she was teasing me and I wondered where this was leading. "You know what promise, you tease" I said. "Well, that's why I rang you, shall we do it together over the phone?" "What if someone else is listening?" I whispered. She said "If someone else is on another phone it will sound different, like a bit of an echo, does the line sound normal at your end?" I said "yes, it sounds like it usually does here." She said "well it's OK at my end too so we should be alright." My heart was beating wildly. This was a new experience, we had never done this before. I threw the duvet off and lay on my back, my shaft hard and pointing along my body. I said "Sarah, are you naked?" She said "no, but I've pulled my PJ bottoms down so I can do it for you, do you want to do it for me?" I almost came right there and I groaned into the phone, "oh Sarah, yes, yes." She said "tell me what you are doing, are you stroking RobRoy?" "Yes I am and it feels so good." "I'm stroking my clit too." "Sarah, I wish you could see me doing this." "Me too, but we'll soon see each other, can you feel it coming yet?" "Oh Sarah, I'm doing it so slowly because I know it will come if I rub a bit more, tell me when you are going to come and I'll do it at the same time." I could hear her breathing on the phone and it was so sexy. I kept stroking gently, holding my orgasm at bay. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she said "ah, David, it's coming." I instantly felt the tingle in my toes and increased my movements. As it rushed up my legs and detonated in my shaft I buried my face in the pillow and tried to stifle my cries. I heard Sarah obviously doing the same, both of us hoping our parents wouldn't hear anything. As we subsided she said "oh, that was good, oh so good." I was still twitching with the aftershocks and I didn't say anything. Sarah said "David, are you still there? Was it OK for you?" "Oh Sarah, it was great, thanks for calling me." We agreed that it would not be a good idea for us to do that very often as there was a good chance that we would be caught sooner or later. We had been lucky this time, I had answered the phone on the first ring and no one else in the house had heard it, but we might not always be so fortunate. No, we would keep this method of contact just for when we were desperate, we were seeing each other almost every day anyway, but we had certainly enjoyed it this time. I couldn't concentrate on my lessons at school the next day. What Sarah had done was so thoughtful. She knew that I was having trouble keeping my promise not to masturbate alone and she had come up with the idea to phone me so that I could do it with her. I loved her even more and couldn't wait for school to end so we could meet again at our shed. Fina

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