Cousin Brenda was the first and only girl I fell in love with. She was also the first and only girl I had sex with. When it happened she was eighteen. I was a year older. And believe it or not, this gorgeous girl was a virgin too.
I was a shy lad then, quiet and introvert. Girls in particular were an alien world for me. The most intimate sexual experience I had before Brenda, happened at the school ball when I fondled a the tits and pussy of a half drunk girl through her underwear. But, it was more out of lust than anything else. Brenda was the only girl that counted for me, the only I felt comfortable and happy with. I fell in love with her when she was fifteen. Sometimes I felt the feeling was mutual, other times I was sure of it. Later I learned my intuition was right.
Brenda's parents, uncle Jeff and aunt Lydia, came living in our street about six years ago. From then on my cousin and I were inseparable. We spent every spare moment together and through time we knew each other from head to toe. She was in some respects just the opposite of me. She was outgoing and enthusiast, but kept herself far from emotional involvement of any sorts, with the exception of her friendship with me and a female classmate. We had always been emotionally very close. What happened later was only a natural consequence of this.
As far as my knowledge went, my cousin never had experiences in the boy department. This could mean two things. Either, all the boys in our village were morons. Or else, she avoided them totally. I've always gambled on the last possibility.
Brenda was one of the star players in our high school volleyball team and a cheerleader. She had a 4.0 grade point average and was very popular. She was also a stunner to look at. She was a sun bleached blond with startling hazel eyes, with big, firm breasts and a nice, round ass to match. I'm sure she was not only my favorite masturbation fantasy.
Sometimes I heard boys sneer, after been rejected by her of course, that she was a lesbian. One time I heard the same remark whispered to my mother by a neighbor. This was ridiculous of course. Her parents had been very strict in raising her, keeping her away from social events that had nothing to do with school work. Possibilities of making contact were thus cut short. However, Brenda always told me that was not the real reason. She just hadn't found the guy nice enough to give it up for. She dated a couple of guys, but was bored already after a couple of minutes. Much to my relief, I must say.
Our parents worked together in the family business, often until late in the evening. So Brenda and I spent the most part of our adolescence together. We made our homework together, played and watched TV. Sometimes Brenda's friend Millie held us company.
Physically my cousin and I were also very close. As kids we played together, with involved a lot of romping and bodily contact. At first all this was quite innocent. But gradually I became aware that she was a girl, with soft, round forms, which translated itself in effects in my pants. I don't have to draw you a picture of this. Brenda came aware of it to. Sometimes I saw her blushing and look stealthily at my stiff cock, her gaze a mix of diffidence and fascination. Sometimes I touched her breast of behind by accident and let my hand linger a moment longer than necessary. She never said a word then, but looked me in the eye and smiled enigmatically.
We told each other everything. We were each other confidential agents. Every two or three weeks my cousin had a sad moment. Her depression never lasted long. But those moments were the most intimate of our youth. You see, Brenda was a very sensitive girl. She could be very upset by remarks others would only shrug upon. Then, when we were alone, I took her by the shoulders and asked her to tell me. She would wrap herself in my arms, or sit on my lap, and start to spill her grievances. Usually I would wipe her tears, telling her how silly the others were and don't let silly things bother her. That was proof for me how deep out friendship went. They made me glad for another reason, the close intimacy between us, when I could touch and soothingly caress her beautiful body, inhaling her sweet womanly scent. I was sure she could feel my stone-hard prick against her ass. She didn't mind. Instead, she pressed herself harder against me.
The last time was shortly after her eighteen birthday. She looked downcast. Giving her a little pinch in the cheek, I asked what I could do to cheer her up.
That started it all. I had been waiting, brooding on how to reveal my true feelings for her without wrecking up or relationship. That was my greatest fear.
However, this conversation would change our lives.
"Something is not right. That bully Newton harassing you again?" I asked.
She shook her head, "No, he leaves me alone since you urged me to go to the principal."
"A small wonder," I said.
"It's something else," she said. "I've already talked it over with Millie, it... it is..."
"Yes," I urged her on.
Flushing lightly, she said in a faltering voice, "It's about us, Tom. I kept it for myself all those years, out of shame I think. But Millie said it's apparent for everyone and I would be a fool not to tell you."
"Tell me what?" by now I was as nervous as Brenda.
"You're in love with me, aren't you Tom?"
My heart jumped in its chest. This was the moment I had longed and dreaded for simultaneous.
"Yes," I said. "I can't deny this. You mean everything to me. But I never found the words to express my feelings."
"I love you too Tom. I want you to be my lover, but we are family, we are cousins," she started to cry. "I've always loved you... Oh God, it's typically me to get involved with my own cousin."
She buried her head in my shoulders.
"Don't be sad Brenda, " I soothed, "It's not bad, it's not a sin. I know a couple of guys who are in the same situation... In fact, we live in Colorado... We could even get married if we wanted."
"You bloody fool, don't jump ahead," she laughed as she wiped off her tears.
That broke the ice completely.
We grinned and we buried ourselves in our arms. She came to sit on my lap.
"What had Millie to say about your love object?" I wanted to know.
"Girls secret," she answered. "No, just kidding. She admitted a little jealousy."
I kissed her neck. My tongue darted with her earlobe. The look in Brenda's eyes needed no words. I nibbled on her lips then down her neck again. I took her by the back of her head and planted my lips on hers. As our lips met I felt her moist tongue sliding into my mouth. That first kiss felt marvelous. Holding each other we felt the other's warmth. Brenda's hard nipples pressed into my chest. My cock was rising, pressing into the cleft of her ass. Brenda reached for my lap and began stroking softly my hard manhood. At the same time I reached around and grabbed a firm butt cheek, pulling her even closer.
"Oh Brenda, I love you so much, you are so beautiful... I'd like to make love to you." I panted.
She smiled, a red flush of both embarrassment and excitation on her cheeks, "I told you, don't rush ahead."
"I'm in a hurry, I've waited all those years."
"Then, what's a couple of days?" Brenda asked me.
That left me speechless.
"I'm not protected anyway, and it will be my first time. Tomorrow I'll go to the doctor."
