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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Cousins, Grandfather and a Horse  Part I of II. Mf ff and bestiality
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 From TxM6 Taxi Murders Hyperfiction
The Love of Cousins Part I
(c) 2002 Sean Farragher

http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction
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http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss


TxM6 Hyperfiction Novel

THE LIFE OF HELENA HERRIG:
MOTHER OF LAURIE FALLON

Seduction of Cousin Janet
Friday, July 7, 1961
Bradford, PA

Helena Mae Herrig, Laurie's mother, remembered one lazy summer Friday
evening before Green Tree, PA:

"I was eighteen and four months. My cousin Janet (child of my uncle by
marriage and my mother) and I would have sex together.

Janet was beautiful but had a slight mind. No, she was not retarded - just
not as smart as the usual Herrig women. Balanced against her small wit was
a very precocious just sixteen-year-old.

"At first, when I was little, I took advantage of her. I led her into the
games that showed her our open cunts. I knew she liked to fuck. Heard her
fuck her boyfriend. Knew she came on to my father. We had been doing these
games before I could remember. Perhaps we first did it when we were twelve
in seventh grade playing Doctor.

"I remember the tongue depressors we used. Neither of us could remember
when we first seduced the other. I remember we hardly had anything but
small flat nipples, and bare pubic skin that would get pink when we rubbed
each other. You know how kids smoke cigarettes when then are fucked up,,
thinking they are adults, Janet and I would play at sex but we got off on
it, and in a way that is the same with cigarettes. Kids do get addicted. "

Sleeping together as cousins made it easy for us to explore. We knew what
to do. Neither of us were virgins, but Janet and I agreed, when we slept
together we always felt more peaceful than sleeping alone. We loved being
relaxed and we had a unique grandfather who loved to take up on his knee
and finger us. We talked about it all summer how Pops as we called him was
nasty pervert but we loved how he taught us to ride the horses and never
yelled, although he loved to spank us both, sometimes laughing at it.

This summer night was no different. We were older and both of us had boy
friends that had lived out of town. Drinking had replaced sex to some
extent. We both smoked. When we drank OJ and Tequila, sucked orange slices
and cherries; we really did. We never pretended. OK, we did stretch the
truth with out boy friends. What else could we do? If we had told them they
might have said something to their buddies. They might have asked us to
perform. All I know is Janet and I hated to lie about anything. Neither of
us would ever have been good at poker. We really wanted to do it for them,
to show them how crazy and how deeply and thoroughly nasty we had become.
We wanted everyone to know that we were lovers and we also wanted them to
imagine us taking on ten guys at a time, and we did that once at the boys
camp. We fucked every Junior counselor in the place, and then did the
security guard and the Assistant Director. The director was a woman, and
she liked Janet, and Janet took care of her easily and we ran the fucken
place.

After all, when I lied, my mouth twitched, or my hand eye movements were
disoriented. Actually, when I tell tall tales or fibs now (no matter what
the extreme), I feel that subtle, sexy twinge. As a small child I tasted it
with more than my mouth. When I lied, I felt tension build in my ass. It
never let up until I let it go in one way or another.

Years later I understood why I liked to watch my lover pee. He would stand
there at ease and it would just flow. It amazed me how easy it was. He was
twist his head and smile, and then let go. It was almost an art form.

When I was a girl I would struggle with lies and truth. When I lied I could
never let it just go. This was especially true when I lied or "pretended"
about boys, I would feel as if my breasts would wear that sign, nipple
hard, like now protruding, plucked like strings; see I was always turned
on. My ass would actually hurt until I did it to myself. All of this was
obvious to us.

Years later I understand the power of tension and how feeling forbidden
makes you want to close up your ass. What did we have to fear then, but we
did pretend. We didn't want folks calling us queer. After all I preferred
boys. Janet I think preferred girls. That is what she told me years later
when we met when I came home from College. I attended Florida State and
she, of all places, Barnard. Given that, she could not have been stupid,
and she admitted that she pretended to be a moron because she liked to
watch people without them worrying about how it would change me. She told
me she hated folks who came on all guilty when they did nasty things to
her. She knew what she wanted, and she hated being patronized.
After she told me she was twice divorced (I almost said so what I was
working on my third then), she told me her new lover was a woman. She
confessed how she loved me when we were kids together. She said her
childhood had given her that crazed look she markets now in porno pictures.
Yes, she does it for a living, and says that she only really comes now with
women. She asked me if I really liked men. I asked her if she were kidding,
and she laughed.

I told her I felt differently and perhaps a few years of innocence might
have helped. It was a one time meeting of old friends and lovers. After we
kissed, briefly sharing her tongue, my mouth tasted as it had when we were
children and teenagers

It is true. Janet and I had grown up with a family of libertines. Men, boys
and girls constantly rubbed my ass, massaged my nipples. Women begged to be
kissed. Everyone including Janet wanted my soft mouth. The shrinks would
call it dysfunctional now. Sex was ordinary and everyday with the Herrig's.
We were a gathering of what we would call now super freaks.

Some of it was wonderful, pleasurable, and never physically violent. I
never felt pain or physical coercion unless that was part of the game we
created. I loved to spank Janet. She would open her legs and let me smack
her hard with a fly swatter or once with a ping-pong paddle. We usually did
it before we had sex together. Janet however had a hard time with no.
Sometimes I didn 't want anything. I just wanted to be easy, and she would
almost demand that I do her or let her do me. When I felt that way, I let
her do it just to stop the shit. Oh I came. Always got into it. It was just
that Janet seemed more obsessed with the girl-girl sex than I did. I found
out from her that giving in to mental pressure could be worse than actually
refusing.

Given those extreme circumstances I never knew guilt. Nothing seemed wrong.
Pleasure was a glow that covered our bodies. It all changed for the
Herrig's when Janet and I started to date boys and for Janet I presume
girls outside of the family. That was not Grandpa Max's (He was my father
and grandfather) plan. The Herrig girls (and they were always girls to him)
were a private preserve. Max actually told me that one day when I was
thirteen. I remember it was my birthday.



End Part I.





XXX

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