Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Preface
- I greatly prefer writing about the buildup of sexual tension, the exploration of curiosity and flirtation, to the point where any eventual sex becomes almost anticlimactic. If you feel the same, you may enjoy these chapters. If quick graphic hard-core sex is your 'thing,' these chapters probably are not for you. Thanks for taking the time to read, and your feedback is appreciated.
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At first Lacey thought that it was cool to be known as the ever-popular Kristi's younger cousin. In virtually every hallway trophy case from middle school through high school, Kristi's pictures and awards were prominently displayed. In middle school there were records in swimming, field hockey, track, softball and basketball. In high school, Kristi's successes were narrowed down to basketball, cross country track and softball, mainly due to her parents' insistence that she focus more on academics in hopes of being offered scholarships.
Kristi was a generational athlete with amazing hand-eye coordination that allowed her to excel in virtually every sport, while Lacey - 3 years her junior - was quite the opposite. Having the same last name as her predecessor had its early perks. Lacey would initially be selected first in most gym pick-up games, that is until each team would quickly realize that athleticism absolutely didn't run in the family. By the end of each school year, she would find herself at or near the opposite end of the "draft," a mercy pick when there was no one left except for the main-streamed special needs children and her.
To make matters worse, both cousins were physically similar and could have passed for sisters rather than distant cousins. Kristi was 5'6, toned and muscular, fluctuating between 140 and 145 pounds depending on the season, while Lacey stood at 5'3 and roughly the same weight. The only advantage that Lacey had over her more popular cousin was a full C cup, while Kristi was either a full A or barely B. Both had similar hairstyles and more often than not chose to go with ponytails, a quicker option than blow-drying and primping. Lacey's was mousy brown in color while Kristi's was a bit darker with natural sun-produced highlights. Neither had the time or patience to properly apply makeup, although each was able to pull off a cute, natural look without it.
As for dating, Kristi had opportunities with the more popular boys but tended not to accept in most cases unless it was a sports-related activity. Although she did go "all the way" more than once with protection and experimented with heavier foreplay, overall she had a reputation as a "good girl." Lacey went largely unnoticed by the student population, so she tried not to even think of boys, although - being human - the late-night thoughts sometimes surfaced and led to occasional self-relief. She had a few crushes along the way that also drove her fantasies, but was too shy in real life to pursue a relationship. She was basically invisible.
When Lacey was in elementary school, illness kept her out of classes for several months followed by her parents' separation and ultimate divorce. As a result, Lacey was held back and forced to repeat the school year. Despite that, she was a late bloomer. Puberty finally came late in eighth grade, and in Spring 2019 she found herself riding the bench as the only eighteen year old junior on the girls' softball team, with little chance of getting any real playing time.
Following one particularly frustrating game Lacey watched every bench player getting an at-bat before she was finally brought into the game, only to be on deck for the final out. She was determined to change her fate for her senior year, and at her dad's urging she considered asking her older cousin for help. Most of what Lacey knew about Kristi was from reading newspaper articles and hearing about her legendary feats through her classmates. They probably hadn't spent more than a few hours together over the years during rare family functions, in part because of their age difference.
Lacey fumbled with her phone, trying to work up the nerve to call her popular cousin and rehearsing what she planned to say.
"What a loser I am," she thought when she continued to stumble over the planned speech.
"Why am I so nervous? It's like she's royalty or something!"
Finally, she dialed, praying that Kristi would either block or ignore her call. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Um, Kristi?"
"Yep, who is this?"
"It's...it's Lacey, your.. well, your cousin."
"Oh, yep, so...what's up Lacey?"
"I.. my dad asked me ... um, and I thought it was a good idea, I mean, um.."
Giggling, Kristi asked, "It's ok Lacey. Take a deep breath. What's a good idea?"
"Well.. I kinda suck at everything and, well .. you're great at everything. If you have time this summer, could you, maybe... teach me some stuff? Like softball and basketball maybe? I think my dad would pay you..."
"Um, sure Lace, can I call you Lace? I can show you some stuff, whenever. I'm home for most of the summer anyway. And thanks for saying you would pay but don't worry about it. I can try to help. How about this weekend? Saturday, around ten, my parents' place?"
"Wow Kristi, yes.. I'll be there. See you then!"
Lacey hung up the phone, excited. Maybe this summer wasn't going to be a bust after all, she thought. She told her dad the news and she started to plan her Saturday. She forgot that she didn't even ask Kristi which sport she needed help with, but she decided to take along her softball gear and a basketball. She wondered if it was possible for her to be friends with a popular girl like Kristi. She seemed really nice on the phone, almost like a normal person.
She almost couldn't sleep on Friday night, and she spent way too much time that night trying to figure out what to wear so she wouldn't look nerdy. She tried on virtually everything from classic gym shorts with navy piping to leggings to oversized sweats. She finally went with the unflattering sweat pants, almost Rocky Balboa-style. The top was a pretty easy choice, considering that Kristi was a Junior at NC State. She pulled out her NC State T and slipped it on.
"Shit," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. It's so faded, and my boobs look huge in it. Why is that?" She pulled it off and glanced at herself in the mirror, realizing that she wasn't wearing a sports bra.
"Maybe that's the problem," she guessed. She took another peek into the mirror and just a tiny hint of wonder crept into her head. Would Kristi find her attractive, she wondered? What was she thinking? This isn't a date, it's training after all. And besides, it's not like either of them are - what? Into girls, like the dykey ones on the softball team. Not to mention the fact that they were cousins.
"Yuck," she thought and dismissed the thought. Still, she wanted to look good for Kristi, but didn't ask herself why.
The next morning she felt almost nauseous as she got ready for her training. She hardly ate any cereal, and laced up her old Adidas basketball shoes before grabbing her equipment. She popped the trunk of her twenty-year-old Corolla, dropped the softball equipment bag in and eased onto the torn fabric of the driver's seat. As she did, a puff of dust appeared, and a few more pieces of stuffing dropped to the floor. Ignoring it, she turned the key and started the car, praying that it wouldn't break down on the twenty-mile drive to her cousin's home in the country.
As she drove, she wondered what types of training her cousin had in mind for her, and whether there was any hope for improvement. At the very least, she had a chance to hang out with a local legend, one on one. She pulled up to the modest home and decided to park near the end of the long driveway in case anyone needed to leave the garage during the day. She slung her equipment bag over her shoulder and rang the bell. Nothing, no movement inside. Was anyone even home?
She pulled out her old phone and called. Finally, a sleepy voice on the other end picked up.
" hullo?"
"Um, Kristi?"
A yawn, then "Yep... who is this?"
"It's me, your cousin, Lacey - Lace. I'm here for our training, remember?"
