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Subject: {ASSM} Kissin' Cousins, mf, rom
Date: Fri,  1 Nov 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Kissin' Cousins
Chapter 1

Intro
Postcard from Cousin Jeannie

Hey, Cuz
How you been? Haven't heard from you in so long! What are you up
to these days? 

Don't you be mean to me now, drop me a line.

Luv ya
Jeannie.

--------

Man, talk about an out-of-the-blue whack between the eyes. A
postcard, a sunset picture of the Alamo on the front, from my
cousin Jeannie. How many years has it been? God, twenty? Yeah,
almost twenty years since I've set eyes on that woman. Wonder
what she looks like now. I know she had three kids. They must be
grown up and gone by now, like mine.

--------

"Jeannie, darn it all, git down from there!"

My twelve year old cousin had climbed so high in the Cumquat tree
that I could see her baggy, gray cotton panties.

"You'll bust your head if you fall," I yelled, as I started to
climb up after her. 

Jumping up and grabbing the first branch let me kick my feet up
into the crotch of the tree. I pulled hard, and got my chest
across the branch I'd grabbed. After a pushup, I could hold the
next branch and pull myself higher. I looked up and 'bout peed my
pants. Jeannie had straddled two branches, her legs spread wide.
I could see half her bare coochie peeking out from her gaping
panty leg. My fourteen year old prick filled with blood so fast I
almost passed out.

"Darryl, I think I'm stuck," she whined. "I'm scared."

"Okay, stay right there; hang on tight. You'll be okay if you
don't move." 

I climbed up one more branch, putting my head just above her left
ankle. My prick felt kinked so I rubbed it into a straighter
position through my jeans, keeping my eyes on Jeannie's crotch.
Her plump little coochie looked so cute, I wanted to reach up and
feel of it, to stroke it like I would pet a little kitten, with
gentle fingertips.

I leaned around the tree trunk, and grabbed a branch, and climbed
higher to stand facing Jeannie's left side. We were almost
eyeball to eyeball now. She was grittin' her teeth, and looked
like she was about to bust out crying.

"Move your butt over. Get your weight on your right foot. Then
put your left foot on the same branch as your right." I put my
hand on her ribs to steady her. "You wont fall, I got you." Yeah,
for sure! If she slipped, she'd probably take us both down.

"I can't see my feet."

Idiot girl, climbing trees in a skirt.

"Feel for it. You can do it."

She lurched sideways, moved her leg, feeling for the branch with
her foot. Her face all scrunched up.

"Okay, I got it."

She smiled real big, a 'my hero' kinda smile.

For the first time, I looked at my cousin's face, not as if she
were a cousin, but like she was a girl. Her cheeks were pink, her
eyes honey brown, her skin so smooth with a splatter of light
freckles on her cheek bones. My life stopped right then. This
girl was beautiful. A picture of her coochie flashed, but that
wasn't where she was such a pretty. I could feel her in my soul,
in my heart. 

"Jeannie," I began, but couldn't continue, her soft eyes stopped
me. 

"Thanks, Cuz," she said, her eyes dancing. "You saved me."

She's different, I thought, from last summer. Not a giggly girl
with the attention span of a gnat. There's something strong in
her now. During my year away, in California, something had
brought about a change in her. 

I watched her squeeze a cumquat against her lips, puckering
carefully and sucking the sweet flesh out of the skin.

Arching her back, she spat hard, trying to launch two brown seeds
into the stratosphere.


--------

"Hi, mom. How you doin'?"

"I'm good. No, nobody died. I just wanted to see if you have
cousin Jeannie's phone number."

I waited while my dear mother searched through her address books.
She was the family whereabouts repository, but disorganized, so I
knew it would take a bit.

"Got a pencil?" my mom asked, finally.

Of course I had a pencil. "Yes, dear," I said, in a honeyedtone.

She slowly, carefully read off the number.

"So what's she been up to, these past few years?" 

I learned that my cousin had divorced her husband, gone back to
school for her masters, and had published a book. Cool.

"Thanks, mom. Hey, I gotta call Jeannie now. It's about 8:30 in
San Antonio."

"Yeah, love you too, mom. Bye."

I didn't need to chat with my mother. I called her every week or
ten days. She's getting on in years and, while very active
socially, I kinda worried about her. We Texans are a close bunch,
when it comes to family. Texas families are sorta like homemade
brownies; sticky, and kinda sweet with a few nuts.

--------

"Let's go swimmin'," Jeannie said, wiping sweat off her forehead.


"Umm," I hesitated. In the years before, we'd always skinny
dipped. I didn't think I could do that now. My unruly dick would
rise up and embarrass me. I was real sure about that.

"What you worried about?" Jeannie poked my shoulder. "You
skeered? I'm not."

I looked her right in the face. She was grinning at me, all
sparkly eyed. It was like I could read her thoughts, so I gave
her a big grin.

"I saw your coochie peekin' out, climbin' up," I said careful
like, ready to duck behind the tree trunk. Thinkin' she'd maybe
throw a hissie fit, and punch me.

"I know. I wore a dress, an' old baggy panties just so's you
could get a peek." 

She stared at me, so calm. Like she knew something I didn't, and
was waiting for me to catch on.

"Close your mouth. You'll be eatin' flys in a minute."

"You don't care?" I struggled with the idea.

"Not with you," she said softly, her eyes sliding away then
coming back to hold steady with mine.

"You wanted me to...?" I didn't dare say the words.

"Mm, hm," she mumbled softly, dropping her eyes.

I reached out, and held her upper arm, amazed at how smooth and
warm her skin felt. Her pink lips looked so soft and pretty, I
wanted to find out what they felt like on mine, what she tasted
like. 

"Jeannie, ever kiss a boy?" I asked her, feeling a rush of
tingles. At this moment, halfway up the Cumquat tree, I don't
think I ever felt happier. My grin felt like it was about to
split my face in half.

"No," she said, her cheeks pinking. "You ever?"

"No, I never kissed a boy either." I gurgled out my funny.

She whacked my arm, of course, What else would a Cumquat tree
climbin' girl do.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked her, not caring she'd hear the quaver
in my voice.

Jeannie's long eyelashes fluttered on her blushing cheeks.

"Guess so," she whispered, her soft, pink lips gently forming the
words, leaning her face towards me, her lips puckering up.

We bumped noses a couple of times until we got our heads tilted
in opposite directions. I pressed my own puckered lips against
hers, feeling my heart in my throat, pounding like crazy. 

Well now, for a first kiss, it wasn't much, we didn't know how to
do it right. But still, it was my first time to kiss a girl. I
wasn't going to complain one little bit.

"I don't think we did it right," Jeannie said softly, her eyes
all sparkly, "They don't pucker in the movies. I think they open
their mouths. Do it again." She reached up to grab the back of my
head and pull me to her.

With our soft lips together, I was in heaven. Now this was the
way to do it. Except, I didn't know what to do with my tongue. It
seemed sorta left out. 

I pulled back, and looked her in the eye. We were both breathin'
kinda fast.

"I don't think we got it right, but..." I said. From Jeannie's
sparkly eyed grin, I knew we'd done okay. 

"Well, we'll just have to practice some," she giggled. "Won't
we."

--------

I called Jeannie's number, but no one picked up. I felt
disappointed, I was so eager to hear her voice again, after
twenty years. Why did we not keep in touch, I asked myself,
shaking my head.

I searched Amazon books for her maiden name, Jeannie Sanford, and
got a career management title that looked like a possibility.
"Upwardly Mobile. Tactics and Strategies for Women in
Management".

For the life of me, I couldn't remember her married name. 

Damn, too late to call my mother back.

I leaned back in my chair, put my feet up on my desk, and let the
memories play like a movie in my head.

--------

"Let's go swimmin'," she said, and, with monkey-like agility,
scrambled down out of the tree. 

"Jeannie, you conniving piece of turkey shit, you weren't stuck
up here at all, were you?"

I dropped down a branch, and jumped the last six feet, landing
right in front of her. She grinned, wrinkling her nose. 

"Nope," she said, then took off running.

I chased after, watching her skirt billow up around her butt, her
skinny legs flashing in the hot Texas summer sun. She was fast,
but I'm faster. Maybe 'cause I wasn't wearing clodhopper leather
boots, but regulation black California high top Keds. We got to
the trees lining the creek at the same time, both of us panting
fast and loud, grinning at each like idiots.

She ducked under the low tree branch, and scuttled, hunkered
down. through the dense tree trunks to our swimming hole. Years
before, her older brothers, now long gone, had moved rocks
around, and dug out the bottom to clear a pool big enough to swim
in. It was maybe six feet at the deepest spot, and about twenty
feet long, twelve feet wide. And hidden from view behind
scraggly, tight packed Yellow pines.

I followed Jeannie until we broke out into the clear. She sat
herself down on a rock, and started tugging at her boot laces,
grinning up at me in such an evil way, it stopped me in my
tracks. I could see her panties again, but I didn't even blink. I
knew she'd be bare-ass in about minute.  

I watched her, she watched me. Anybody coming up on us woulda
thought we'd been eating loco weed from the silly looks on our
faces.

Jeannie stuffed socks into her boots and stood up. She pulled her
dress up over her head and off in one quick pull. 

"You gonna get nekkid?" she asked, holding the dress in front of
her chest, her cheeks flushed.

"Uh, yeah," I said, coming back to life. I'd seen her tits! My
god, she'd grown little tits! I shook my head, trying to kick
start my brain, but there wasn't enough blood available for my
head and dick at the same time. I felt sorta dizzy, and sat down
hard on a rock. I stared at her, then remembered why I'd sat
down. I started pulling blindly at my shoe strings, not able to
take my eyes off her. She just stood there, easy like, holding
the dress pressed flat against her chest.

"Hurry it up, slowpoke," she commanded. 

I fumbled my shoes and socks off, stood up and pulled my shirt
off over my head. I hesitated then. The moment of truth had
arrived. As I unbuttoned, Jeannie slowly lowered the dress to her
waist. I froze in mid unbutton. 

"You are catchin' flys again," she sing-songed. "Shut yourtrap."

I shut my trap, hearing my teeth click. I couldn't take my eyes
off her... Breasts? No, those tiny protruding bumps weren't
breasts, those were titties, the nicest little titties I'd ever
seen. The only titties I'd ever seen. My mouth watered so bad I
had to swallow twice.

"You are as slow as mo-lasses in January," Jeannie complained.
"You want me to take 'em off for you?"

She stepped towards me as if to make good on her word.

"I'll do it. I'll do it." 

I pushed my jeans down, letting her see my tented white shorts.
This time her mouth was the fly trap. She stared at me, her eyes
so wide, I thought her eyeballs would pop out. She licked her
lips and gulped.

She edged closer, tossing her dress on the rocks, her eyes locked
on my shorts. 

Well, my eyes knew where to look. Yes siree, Bob, they did. Up
close Jeannie's titties looked so cute, like little oval shaped
hills, with nipples all puffed out. Her skin looked shiny, as if
stretched; like her breasts had grown too fast inside for her
skin to keep up.

My hands came up all by themselves, palms held toward her. She
stepped forward, her eyes met mine, a tiny grin quivered on her
lips.

"Touch 'em." she whispered.  "Easy like, they're real tender."

I didn't 'touch 'em' so much as she pressed her sweet titties
into my palms. I held real still, and let her do it. My head
bobbed, I wanted to suckle on a firm little nipple so bad. She
twisted her shoulders back and forth, rubbing her warm soft skin
against my hands.

"Feels good," she said, softly. "When somebody else does it."

I'd completely forgotten about my dick until I felt her fingers
slide down its length.

"Mm," I grunted, startled, snapping my hips backwards away from
her gentle touch.

"Hey," she yelled, "Lemme touch it." The warning tone in her
voice told me she'd deny me her tits. My hips came right back.

"Show it to me," she said, tugging at my waist band. "C'mon,
hurry it up. It's hot out here."

I counted to three, not real fast, and took my hands off her
titties. I looked down to where her eyes were rivetted. My dick
head was peeking out. That made me laugh. Her coochie had peeked
out, now my dick was trying to do the same. 

Her fingers squeezed, stroked, even pinched my dick. From the
look on her face, she might have been trying, real serious like,
to find a tender frying hen at the A&P for a skillet full of
Southern Fried Chicken. She tilted her head one way, then the
other. She bent and peered into the hole she'd squeezed open. She
cupped my up tight ball sack for a moment, her finger damn close
to my ass hole.

"Okay," she said. "'Nuff. Let's git in the water."

She dropped my dick, well dropped isn't the right word, when she
let go, it snapped up and hit my belly. She turned, and, on tippy
toes, arms waving for balance, danced into the water. Damn, she
looked good, coming or going, her round butt cheeks didn't jiggle
hardly at all, and looked sweet enough to kiss.

"You gonna stand there all day," she said over her shoulder. When
she was knee deep, she turned to watch me scramble over the
rocks. My stiff dick bounced and waved. She didn't take her wide
eyes off it.

When I got close to her, she squatted down, and leaned back,
launching herself backwards. She floated quietly across the pool,
her body stretched out straight, only her toes, nose and titties
above the water My eyes bugged out, locking onto those titties. I
could just see a hint of her coochie crease, but didn't care. All
I could think about was suckling on her titties. So much that my
mouth watered.

I dove after her, coming up alongside. She turned her head,
smiled and sank.

I had an arm under her legs and shoulders before you could say
'Remember the Alamo'. 

She came up spitting creek water in my face, so I dunked her deep
enough to get a mouthful too.

When she wiped her eyes and saw my puffed cheeks, she puffed
hers, sloshing water in and out. I sloshed mine, but her
twinkling eyes, puffed cheeks looked so cute, I spit mine out,
and kissed her, sucking all the loamy tasting creek water out of
her mouth into mine. I pulled away and drooled onto her chest.

"Your thing's hard," she said, her voice soft and happy. "Still
hard," she marvelled. "How do you make it go down?" Her eyes
danced.

I blinked at that question, it just stopped me. If she'd been any
other girl -- not a chance of that happening for a long time --
I'd offer to show her, but Jeannie's my cousin, I love her, can't
do sex stuff with her. So I just shrugged.

"It'll go away," I said. My throat felt kinda scratchy saying
that.

"Oh, pooh on you," she said, sounding disappointed. "I wanted to
watch you make it go away."

"Wha? What?" 

"Don't be a rube, I wanna watch you masturbate. May I, Darryl,"
she said in the sweetest little voice. "I'll help if you want."

Flabbergasted? You bet I was. My mouth was hanging open so wide,
three dragon flys coulda buzzed around in there. And, no
surprise, my dick wilted faster than an Eskimo Pie melts at high
noon on the Fourth of July in downtown San Antone.

"But, but, Jeannie," I stuttered it out slowly. "We're cousins,
we can't..."

She shushed me with soft fingers over my lips.

"Kissin' cousins. We can do jus' 'bout anything our hearts'
desire. Put me down, please."

I pulled my arm out from under her legs, and steadied her while
she got her feet planted. She turned and pressed her belly up
against me. Even in the cool water, I could feel her warmth.

"Darryl, do you love me?" She looked up at me, her eyes blinking
fast, her grin tight. "I love you. Have for a long time; A long,
long time."

I started nodding my head, real slow. I didn't say anything until
she stuck me in the ribs with her thumb.

"You swallow your tongue? You gonna answer me?"

"Yup, I love you. Have for most of my life, I guess."

"Did you know that one of my earliest memories is you feeding me
peas and carrots. I'd spit out the peas, and you'd eat 'em. Momma
usta make me eat 'em, but you never did."

"Yeah, I remember." Sure did. Jeannie was maybe two and a half.
She could feed her self with a spoon well enough, but, for some
reason, I liked feeding her, playing with her at the table. I'd
make funny noises and wave the spoon around and around then zoom
into her open mouth. Sometimes she'd duck or twist her head, and
I'd poke her nose or cheek. It was a fun game for both of us,
even if she did most of the laughing and giggling.

Jeannie jumped up and wrapped me up, her legs tight around my
hips, her arms around my neck.

"Let's do some more kissin', This feels right good, all nekkid in
the creek." 

I grabbed her butt in both hands and squeezed her tight. My dick,
well, you know what it did. It rose up and tried to poke her leg,
right up close to her coochie. 

"My friend is back," she cooed, and planted her mouth on mine. 

"Mmf, wait." I pulled away, just an inch. "I don't know what to
do with my tongue. It seems sorta left out."

"Stick your tongue in my mouth. They call that French Kissing." 

She glued her lips to mine, her tongue probed, poking into my
mouth. 

Pretty quick, we were both moaning and panting. I could feel her
hunching her hips; rubbin her coochie on me.

I slid a hand lower, and wiped a finger across her lips. She felt
gooey, sorta slick. My finger hit something sticking out of her,
sorta like a speed bump in her groove.

"Darryl," she gasped against my mouth. 

I wiggled my finger back and forth, slow and easy.

"Oh, Darryl, that's, ah, nice. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

She rested her cheek against mine. I could feel her hot breath on
my neck. I kept on wiggling my fingers, two fingers now, swiping
back and forth, pressing a little harder. I felt her belly
muscles twitching against me. We kept on for a while, then she
started to shiver and shake.

"Oh, Darryl, oh, Darryl, ooohhh, Darrrrrruuuul," she cried out,
loud enough to scare the crows right out of the trees. Her arms
clamped so hard around my neck she coulda broke it.

She collapsed, limp. Might have dropped her if it weren't for the
water floating her.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and peeped at me from slitted
eyes.

"Never had one so good before." She smiled a lazy smile, her eyes
all soft and dreamy.

"Now it's your turn.

~to be continued


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