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I grew up in a small town with strict religious parents who homeschooled me until high school. That was when my mom finally admitted she needed someone else to teach me math. In high school I was not allowed to date for religious reasons and because I started so late in the school system I did not meet many people outside of my church friends and my cousins.
My favorite cousin and best friend was Lara, and around the time boys start noticing something a little different about girls, a little something they liked, I started noticing Lara. She was the same age as me, with blonde hair that shone like gold in the summer and burned like amber in the winter. Her eyes were a blue that ranged from clear summer skies to raging winter storms, depending on her mood. She was outgoing, friendly, responsible, hard working, and very picky about her friends. Oh, she was friendly with everyone, but she reserved her heart and emotions for a very few people. I count myself lucky to be one of those people. Maybe that was where this whole escapade began.
You see, like I said, I wasn't allowed to date, but I never really wanted to. Lara and I would hang out alone all the time, going to drive-throughs, seeing movies, or just hanging out at one of our parents' houses. I kept my attraction to her secret because she was my cousin and I didn't want to ruin our relationship. However, I did occasionally joke about it with her throughout high school. She would joke right back, of course, but we never did it where anyone could hear us. It was our inside joke, our little secret humor that we shared; that if we weren't related we would probably have dated.
Well, that's all the conversation was throughout highschool, a played out private joke we only told when alone together, and it stayed that way. Until we graduated. Lara wanted to be a pilot. I was slated to ship out to Marine boot camp at the end of the summer. Our lives, so long intertwined, would soon be pulled apart by our own career choices. Things between us began to change.
It wasn't long after graduation I found myself on Lara's garage roof, a common hangout spot for us. We liked to watch the stars and talk about our future plans. Well, that night we joked again about how, "if we weren't cousins, we totally would've dated each other." Only, on that night, we pretended, just for a moment, to not be cousins. The kiss we shared and the heat of her body pressed against mine fueled my hunger. We almost got caught, but we didn't stop there. Something had happened, a switch had been flipped and there was no going back, not for me at least. I began to test the waters.
Soon after that night we began playing phone games, edging one another closer and closer to saying or doing something "inappropriate." Lara let her bra strap hang low on her shoulder for me to see at church. I left my shorts unzipped in the car to see if she would notice. She did. It began to pick up from there until one night, while hanging out at Sonic, I accidentally spilled a drink on Lara's shirt. Lara kept the shirt on, but removed the bra underneath and left it in my car. When I found it later and told her, she heavily implied it was for me to use in private. And I did, quite often. Because her shirt was now ruined though, Lara demanded I take her shopping, like a good boyfriend should.
"If we're pretending not to be cousins, we gotta pretend to be something, right?" She had asked. That's how I found myself picking Lara up on a Saturday morning to take her shopping for a new shirt.
I pulled up to the curb in front of Lara's yard around ten in the morning. I guess curb is a strong word to use for the delineating mark where the gravel road ends and the grass begins, though. I checked the rearview mirror to make sure I didn't have anything in my teeth and straightened my T-shirt. It had a band on it that Lara and I both liked, one of those angsty bands we all listened to in high school because our parents didn't understand us.
While I waited I flipped open my phone and texted Lara.
-I'm here.
I waited a few seconds and my phone buzzed.
-Be right out.
My heart began to beat like a freight train. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me and reached down to unzip my cargo shorts. Lara had noticed the other day when I drove her and our friend Grace to get snacks at the gas station, but that day I had been wearing boxers. Today, I was not. I wanted to see what Lara would do if she noticed. The thrill and fear of what might happen caused my cock to begin to swell.
A few moments later, Lara burst out of her mom and dad's yellow farmhouse, leaped off the porch, and ran across the large front yard on her tan, muscular legs. She was wearing baggy gym shorts, a summer camp t-shirt, and a backpack. Her blonde hair flew behind like a golden banner as she slipped into my car and said, "go, go, go."
I all but peeled out, looking at my rear view mirror in time to see my aunt come out on the porch and cross her arms under her shriveled, tiny breasts, so very unlike her daughter's.
"What's, uh, what's with aunt J?" I asked as we drove down the country lane, kicking up dust on a typically warm June day. The sun was up in a sapphire blue sky and only occasional puffs of cotton clouds floated across the light, casting us into almost chilly shadows for a few seconds. It was going to be a hot one, and my car didn't have air conditioning.
"Oh, uh...nothing important. Could you pull over up here, real quick," said Lara, pointing at a bend in the road shaded by a grove of pine trees.
"Sure," I said, confused, "Why?"
"Just gotta change real quick," said Laura, sliding one arm inside her shirt.
"Change?" I asked stupidly as Lara pulled her shirt over her golden head and dropped it on the floor of my car. I was struck dumb for a moment, staring at Lara who now wore nothing above her waist but a red bra with black lace designed to look like a garden of roses. I spent a lot of time with that bra later on, but at that moment I barely noticed the rose pattern. I was too busy staring at Lara's beautiful breasts.
They filled the cups of her bra with ease and pressed over the tops as if eager to spill out and be seen by the world, unhampered by fabric or lace. The same freckles that dotted Lara's cute German nose were spread atop her soft white flesh that flowed so easily with the movements of her body. I felt my cock begin to grow in my shorts and press at the open gate of my lowered zipper.
"You like this one?" Asked Lara, arching her back and pressing out her breasts to show off the garment.
"Uh..." I said with great intelligence as I blinked furiously like a baby seeing the world for the first time. Laughing, Lara reached over and pinched me.
"Ouch, what the hell," I laughed.
"Language."
"You pinched me!"
"I just wanted you to know it was real," she said, smiling, "you're not dreaming."
"Well, any time you want to use my car as a changing booth, I'm here for you," I laughed.
"Oh, that's not really why I wanted to pull over," said Lara. Before I could ask another question, she launched herself from her seat onto my lap. I felt my cousin grab my face with both her hands and press her soft, pink lips to mine. Her hot breath washed over my chin as her tongue explored my skin. I opened my mouth, eager to taste her. Our tongues collided, intertwining as we explored one another. She tasted like mint and smelled like lavender.
I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, my hands cupping her firm, athletic ass and squeezing her tight, pressing her warm flesh close to mine. She wriggled and swayed, pressing her firm, athletic ass down on my hard cock, threatening to pull it loose from my shorts as she crushed herself against me. she laughed in my mouth as she felt me grow. My hands roamed up her back, exploring her waist. I wanted to reach higher, to fill my hands with her soft, warm breasts. Before I could, Lara pulled slowly away and smiled.
"Thanks, I've been wanting to do that all week," she said, blushing with the heat of the moment and a tinge of her own embarrassment. "feels like maybe you did too," she added, wiggling her butt over my hard cock. It hurt, but it felt good too.
"I guess we're pretending not to be cousins today," I laughed somewhat breathlessly, my hand still resting on her warm, naked waist.
"Same rules as last time," said Lara as she slid back into her seat and took off her gym shorts. Beneath she wore jean cutoffs.
"Looks like your barn door's open again," said Lara with a meaningful look at my open zipper. I looked down. Bold as day the hard, veined shaft of my cock could be seen. My head was still tucked inside, but it would not take more than a gentle tug for my penis to be completely exposed to my cousin.
"Yeah, I can't seem to fix the zipper," I said, blushing and reaching down to zip myself back up.
