Ann came in from the heat of the day, peeling off her clothes one by one, not that she had more than three pieces thereof, all told. She came to where I was sitting eating popcorn and enjoying a movie. She had only been gone for a quarter of an hour, but the heat was enough to cause her clothes to be soaked in sweat. I had no such problem, not having put on a single thread of clothing since morning. She promptly sat in my lap, kissing me hungrily. Her hand wrapped around my cock. This attack had me erect and ready within minutes. My hands squeezing her beautiful boobs, I felt my cock being stood upright so that she could impale herself on my manhood.
"Jeez, what have you been doing in the horse stalls? You're as wet as the Nile back in our native land!"
"Heather was clambering all over the mares, his huge cock dangling to a length of nearly three foot. I could not get back soon enough to have this one!" she said. By now she had managed to swallow all but two inches of my fucking tool.
The weather here suited the nude lifestyle down to a 't'. We lived within a fifteen-minute drive of a nudist resort. In the four years since we had joined we had become well-established members as well as highly respected. People erroneously equate being nude with sex; nothing could be further from the truth. Allow me to digress for a moment and take you with me to the monthly Roast Evening.
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We originally came from the eastern seaboard of Africa, where we were born and grew up. The fact of our parents being siblings made it certain that we knew each other almost from infancy. However our parents were not very loving between themselves. Petty rivalries grew up between Ann's siblings and mine based on vague notions we knew nothing of as kids. What kept brother and sister (our parents) apart was never much talked about.
Whenever Ann came to visit our common grandmother, whose house was behind ours, she would stay for some days, or sometimes nearly a week. I become quite fond of my cousin so that we both enjoyed her stay with Grandmother. I now suspect that her fondness of visiting shifted at one point from the old lady. Ann probably came under the guise of being with her, but really wanted to spend time with me, although at such a tender age she may not have mastered that level of dissimulation. My father probably never picked up on his son's fondness for his sister's daughter. Neither did my mother. When I played 'show me yours, and I show you mine' it was Ann's smooth hairless pussy that I touched. We hid in a shamba amongst maize plants where she hiked up her school uniform, but did not take down her panties. She demanded that I show her mine first. So badly did I want to see her private place that I complied. She held my little doodle, exclaiming. Then she pulled down her panties and let me look at hers. The first half-lemon tits I saw with were my sweet cousin's. But soon after this my uncle, their elder brother, influenced her mother to sell off her quarter-acre plot to go and settle in far-away Kiserian where she could find two acres for the same value. So my cousin went out of my life that way. I have no way of knowing whether my parents were given the same pitch by my uncle or what transpired. At any rate, a little later he moved away himself but we stayed on in the village.
We met at one or other family function after this, but Ann was deeply immersed in raising her three sons as a single mother. I, too had married in the meanwhile so we behaved as if we did not remember our early childhood games with each other. By now, too, grownup notions against close family liaisons had been ingrained. Thus passed two decades of our lives. I next met her son at a garage owned by another cousin, who had employed him. Much water had passed under the bridge; my marriage had come apart at the seams; I was working as IT director at an international school; and I drove a top-of-the-line Volvo. The second or third time I met my cousin once removed, I went away with snatches of memories, long dormant in my mind, struggling to come to the fore. I felt a distant desire to see my once-beloved cousin.
