I suppose this is two stories in one, in different stages in life, but they rely on each other to work. Took some time to write as I've been moving house. (But not with my cousin unfortunately. LOL)
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I was sitting in my cousin Judy's front room drinking coffee. It was the first time in many years that we had got together, since granddad's funeral in fact. As we talked, reminiscing, it was as if nothing had changed in the intervening years except for the inevitable march of time. The spark of familiarity was still there between us. Not that surprising considering we had grown up together; only a few months separated our births. We had lived quite close to one another too; going to the same schools and even sometimes being in the same classes. Yes, the spark was still there except for the guilty secret in my heart.
As we talked I suddenly remembered something.
"It's your birthday in a week or so isn't it Ju?"
"Oh! So you do still remember despite not sending a card for over twenty years!!" She laughed.
"Didn't know where to send one after you went abroad." I mumbled a tad defensively.
"I know that you silly sod." Judy grinned.
The thing that had been playing on my mind, my guilty secret, reared its head again.
"Jude, do you remember your eighteenth birthday party? The fancy-dress thing?" I asked tentatively.
"Some of it." She sipped her coffee to cover her face flushing slightly red. "I got so tipsy a lot of it is still a blur."
"As I recall that was something to do with being legally able to drink alcohol wasn't it?"
"Same as you earlier in the year." She retorted.
"I know, I know." I shook my head sadly.
"Why bring that up now, over twenty years later?" She asked in puzzlement.
I went red and looked down at the carpet.
"Because there's something I've been wanting to tell you since then, but I've never had the courage."
"Sounds ominous."
"Maybe."
"So why tell me now, just as we've reconnected? If it's so bad won't it come between us again?"
"It might." I admitted. "But I still think I want to tell you, I NEED to tell you."
"All right," Judy sighed, "tell me."
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I don't remember now whose idea it was for Judy's birthday party to be a fancy-dress do, with a theme of 'St. Trinians', but it was probably Gaynor, Judy's best friend at the time. At first we boys thought it was a cracking idea, all our favourite girls in super-sexy school uniforms. But then we realised the dearth of male characters in all the 'St. Trinians' films; the fifteen of us who were invited couldn't all go as 'Flash Harry'. So we sat down together and swapped a few ideas over a beer or two. It was obvious later that we should have forgone the alcohol when we decided to go as schoolgirls ourselves; not the beautiful, worldly six-formers, but as the scruffy, warrior-like lower school, all hockey sticks, sticking plasters and battered straw hats. We saw sense later on and all joined up to go to the party, sticking together for mutual support.
The first thing that struck me as I entered the venue was how awesomely beautiful Judy looked. My cousin, who I'd grown up with and hardly thought of as a girl, more like another mate, was in fact stunningly attractive and one hell of a looker and I wondered why I'd never noticed before. I was so taken with this revelation that I spent a good portion of the party just watching her having fun with her friends and legally imbibing for the first time. I wasn't drinking anywhere near as much as I had at my own party earlier in the year, mainly because I'd promised Judy's parents that Gaynor and I would get Judy home as they were going away for a couple of nights, mainly to avoid a bunch of raucous teenagers celebrating their daughters birthday.
By ten o'clock I thought Judy was looking like she'd had too much alcohol, staggering a little, so I went and found Gaynor and told her I was taking Judy back to her house and could she find her own way home? Gaynor smiled, draped an arm over Barry, a fellow 'lower school' member, and said with a dazzling smile that she could manage with some help from her new friend.
I helped Judy out of the taxi and through her front door. To my surprise she seemed steadier on her feet now. I sat her down on the sofa.
"How are you feeling Ju?" I asked solicitously, wanting to know if would be all right to leave her alone.
"A little tipsy." She replied. "And more than a little horny." She added, a playful glint in her eye.
I suspect it was this, coupled with the fact that I wasn't exactly sober myself, that led to what happened next. I felt suddenly compelled to kiss her, and not the normal, chaste, familial way. I crushed my lips to her luscious inviting mouth and was still surprised when Judy responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. Overcoming the amazement, I reacted by swirling my own tongue around hers. As we kissed long and hard like that my right hand found it's way to her left tit and I gently massaged it through her costume. Judy gave a little sound of disappointment as I broke the kiss, even though I left my hand where it was.
"You are horny, aren't you?" I said.
"Yes," she breathed, "aren't you?" She fixed me with a stare that had broken me before.
"I am." I replied, a little reluctantly.
"So what are we going to do about our mutual problem?" Judy gave me her biggest grin in years.
"I-I-I d-don't know." I stammered, more than a little stunned by what she seemed to be implying, and wondering who actually was the drunker one of the pair of us.
"Well I know what I'M going to do!" Judy declared, giving me a devil-may-care look that I'd grown up with and worried about. With that she leant forward and lifted the hem of my fancy-dress outfit with one hand and yanking down my underpants with the other, releasing my stiffening dick.
"WHA..!?" I exclaimed. "Jude....." I was going to say this was wrong and we shouldn't be doing this, but Judy wrapped her velvet-like lips around my suddenly rampant cock and in an instant I didn't care whether it was wrong or not. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes shining in delight, her cheeks rosy and slightly bulging from my prick being sunk into her mouth, and I realised that I'd wanted this from the moment that I'd seen her in her 'St. Trinians' costume, maybe even before then. Judy pulled her head back and began to tease my helmet with her tongue. It was an exquisite torture that made me want to stuff my cock as far down her throat as it would go. I restrained myself from that and instead gently pushed her back onto the sofa.
"My turn Ju. It is YOUR birthday after all." I told her in answer to her puzzled frown. I knelt before her and pushed up the costume skirt, running my hands up her stocking-clad thighs and beyond at the same time. I eased her out of her slightly damp panties to discover something that I had never suspected; cousin Judy shaved her pussy! In a trance I kissed those newly revealed lower lips, eliciting a shocked gasp from Judy, and then ran my tongue over this delightful place, poking it into the now moist slit, bringing a soft coo of appreciation. I licked and teased at her sweet cunt for a while, enjoying the way Judy writhed in increasing pleasure, until she grabbed my head and looked sternly at me.
"Enough with the tongue, I want cock and I want it now."
I nodded, slightly turned on by hearing Judy use the word 'cock', and stood up, divesting myself of my costume at the same time. I was naked, my dick, now rock hard, was pointing obscenely at my beautiful cousins face. She smiled.
"Someone really wants this after all."
"Yes. Yes, I do." I said quietly.
"Well get on with it then." She laughed.
