We're best friend's, my cousin and I. Inseparable since young and thick as thieves. She's a little older than me but only by a few months.
As we grew up, we were fascinated with such things as how people used to live "in the olden days". What would it be like with no jobs to go to, or school to attend.
Living on a farm and fighting your enemies with swords! A world with witches and wizards. Magic potions for all you're ailments and chanting around the fire.
Naturally this lead us to the discovery of Pagans and we quickly learned about Wiccan's and the non "traditional" religions like we have today. As we got older, into our teenage years, our curiosity led us down a darker path. We would steal cigarettes and booze from either of our mothers and we would go deep into the woods, light mini fires and talk about the occult and people like Alister Crowley or Jimmy Page.
She had a printer in her house and we would skip school and print off loads of material to read and load up on stolen fag's and bottles of stolen drink.
Concoctions we called them. It didn't matter if it was 1 part whisky, 2 parts vodka and a splash of gin for good measure. These were our potions to broaden our mind's and connect deeper into the seedy underbelly of our religion.
Being as we were now in our rebellious teens, other things naturally began to happen. We fancied people we knew at school and puberty was causing us to develop our bodies and sexuality.
We're best friends, my cousin and I. Inseparable and as think as thieves.. even touchy feely at times.
We would play fight or almost flirtingly shove each other as we walked. We would sometimes sit so close to each other that our shoulders would be touching and if sat on the floor, our legs and knees might rest against each other. We would be so close some days in the woods that I'd be able to smell the shampoo from her dark blonde, shoulder length hair. Or catch a quick glace at the top of her now, nicely developing cleavage when she wore her usual low cut tops.
My eye always wandered when she would bend over to stoke the fire or pick something up. Trying to get a good look at her visible panty line or maybe see her whale tail protruding from the top of her jeans.
"I see she is wearing the white cotton's today" I'd say to myself. Or, "Ah! My favourite, the purple satin ones, with the little black polka dots". Truth be told, I knew them all.
By this point, I had long been into the habit of finding them around her house. Finding pairs of either her or her mothers dirty underwear and shamelessly using them for my own deprived, sexual gratification.
I'd find a pair lying around. Either from her messy bedroom floor or the laundry hamper in the hall. I'd stuff them into my pocket and go back to doing whatever we were doing. Usually watching TV or something.
I'd sit for a while with them, getting a semi at the thought. Keeping an ever watchful eye for anything remotely sexy. Her mother walking around in bare feet, wearing just her shorts. Imagining what it would be like to kiss her feet and suck on her toes. The smoothness of her legs on my hands as I ran them up her thigh. Or my cousin, yawning and stretching out, her chest pushing forwards and her beautiful breasts, almost swelling as she done it.
The baldness of her armpits were enough for me to imagine how soft her body was. How I longed to feel her skin on my lips!
I'd watch all of this, putting my hand into my pocket to feel the fabric of those panties against my fingers. Then I'd make my excuses, getting up to go to the bathroom while trying to conceal the shameful lust bulging in my boxers.
I'd closely inspect those panties. The stains marks from any womanly discharge. Even any marks or signs of their failure to properly wipe after taking a number two the day they wore them.
I'd inhale deeply through my mouth and nose to try and catch every last droplet of their scent. All the while, vigorously stroking my now rock hard cock until inevitably, shooting massive loads of hot white cum. Either into a handful of toilet paper or very occasionally, the panties themselves.
One day while skipping school. We were on the computer looking up our usual occult stuff. We came across an article that really peaked our interest. It was a weird moment and I'm sure she felt it too. The article was about ritual's being performed naked at night in a ceremony they called 'sky clad'.
It was almost like the air pressure in the room thickened. I could feel the blood in my body begin to rush and my heart rate elevated rapidly when she reacted to reading it.
"That is so cool! Can you even imagine how free and close to nature you would feel doing that?" She said.
I could see the gentle flush of red on her pale cheeks as she read on. She barely blinked and I could feel the sweet sensation of blood tingling the head of my stiffening penis while I imagined the possibility that she might be getting wet at the idea.
Then I noticed she blushed some more and I got the impression she might have become embarrassed by the way she reacted.
I offered her an olive branch by way of saying "that would be brilliant! I guess it makes sense too. The best way to connect to the god's is surely to become free and let all of your inhibitions go".
She agreed and seemed relieved at my response.
After a few more seconds of scrolling down the webpage she suddenly remembered to tell me something.
"The summer solstice! I almost forgot! It's this Friday, we've got to do something!" she shouted.
This was good news for us. We always wanted to do some ritual's on an important pagan holiday.
"Yes! We definitely have too! I already have a good concoction made that I was supposed to sneak out the house last weekend but couldn't because my mum gave me a lift." I said to her, with great delight.
We firmed up our plans to meet up before school on Friday. I was going to tell my mum I was staying over at a friend's house for the night and she was going to say the same to my aunt. That way, we could camp out all night and wouldn't have to worry about coming home at a reasonable hour while drunk.
We agreed the best place to do it was one of our usual haunts. A small opening in the woods. It's about an hour's walk out of the village and there is a small part of a fallen down stone dyke wall that worked like a wind break.
The next three days were torture! I couldn't wait. The plan was well in motion. Our cover stories were in place and no further questions had been asked. I made sure to tell my mum I was being picked up off the school bus so would take my things in my school bag on the Friday. That way, I wouldn't have to get a lift from her.
That Thursday night I hid my school books in my closest and filled my bag with some spare clothes, extra socks, the previously stolen booze and cigarettes, my pocket knife and a towel. I also packed some crisps and chocolate and a packet of beef jerky. Then I phoned my cousin and confirmed everything was still a go.
We spoke for a while and then I tried to get some sleep. But not before going into my bedside drawer and taking out a freshly stolen pair of panties.
They were light pink and had a cute cat face on the crotch. They smelled so good and I furiously stroked my cock to the thoughts of my cousin's cleavage and imagining my cock being pressed in-between them. I wrapped the soft cotton pants around my cock and after a few more strokes, I covered them in my hot, white, sticky cum.
"Oh god", I thought, how I wish my dirty fantasies could come true.
