Please bear with me while I reminisce about the old days in part 1. It sets the foundation for the rest of the story late on. Everybody is over 18 at the time of the encounters.
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In the early part of elementary school, I hated my cousin Tanner. Girls were yucky and Tanner was a girl, so that meant she was yucky too. But once 6th grade hit, I realized girls were pretty cool, because they sprouted boobs. That meant Tanner was cool too. We are the same age and in the same grade. Her dad and my dad are brothers, so we have the same last name and makes us 1st cousins. In school, everybody just assumed we were siblings instead of cousins. We got sick of explaining, so we just quit answering. We are more like brother and sister anyhow, so we let people in school think what they want.
We grew up a few miles from each other and our families did everything together. Both of us are the only child in each family, which spent a lot of time together. As I said, she is like a sister than a cousin. We live near Laker Lanier in GA and spend all summers on our boats. Both families take our boats and raft up with tons of other people. That's where you find a quiet cove and tie boats to each other side by side. It was quite common to be part of a 10-12 boat raft-up.
Tanner became the love of my life, even though she didn't know it yet. No matter how many girls I went out with, I always wished they would be Tanner. During the early teen years, she would catch me peeking at her in her bikinis while on the family boats. She would look daggers at me which made me panic and look away. I was obsessed and in love with her. Little did I know, she loved the attention, but she liked playing the devil and making me embarrassed for peeking.
My parents built a custom home with fully finished basement that included 2 bedrooms, bathroom and small kitchen. Originally, it was going to be rented out as an apartment, but as soon as I hit my teens, I moved myself down there. That's where I lived until I move out to get married. During our sophomore year in high school, Tanner moved a shit ton of her stuff into the other basement bedroom next to mine.
Quite frequently, she would stay over so late, that it was just easier to use her bedroom here, instead of going home. We are both some of the older kids in our class and both turned 18 prior to our senior year in high school. It was then, that I found out that Tanner had mutual feelings for me too. On family boating days, Tanner would purposely tease and torment me relentlessly. She would purposely brush up against my front side, knowing full well, that I would get an instant erection. Or she would accidently fall into my lap and apologize for being a klutz. Any time this happened, I tried my best to touch her deeply tanned tummy, hips and waist. That exposed skin really turned me on and I loved the feel of her softy silky smoothness. I really can't believe that we didn't get caught. Looking back at it now, things were quite obvious.
One-day Tanner told me that we were gonna be fuck buddies. And just like that, we lost our virginity to each other at 18. She turned into a stark raving nymphomaniac and wanted to fuck all the time. She wanted to try every position, every location, oral, anal, and plain old sex. She didn't care if either one of us had a steady, when she wanted to fuck, we fucked. It wasn't uncommon for us to bust our groove 3-4 times a week, on top of whatever sex we got from our significant others.
Having her room next to mine was quite convenient too, as we fucked many nights while my parents were upstairs. One of our favorite locations was in the shower. Even if we didn't have a reason to take a shower, we often found ourselves there and fucking like mad. Our senior year of high school was a whirlwind of non-stop sex. Despite our crazy schedules, we still found time to fuck like rabbits.
Tanner was a real cutie at 5'8" tall and about 135 lbs. Her small B-cup boobs barely needed a bra which was good by her, because she hated them. If she wore one, it was a sports bra or one similar to a training bra that didn't actually need to support anything. But more often than not, she was braless. She had very long lean legs and tiny waist that gently curved into some perfect little hips and nice high tight butt. Her hairless pussy was graced with some little tiny rose petal lips that stuck out from her tight slit.
Her hair was naturally dark, but she always wanted to be blonde. She would bleach it out, but leave her roots dark and her eyebrows to match. She went for the slutty look, when it came to hair and wearing tight clothing. Other than fucking me regularly, she was actually not one to go running around looking to fuck guys. She was content with being in a relationship, but using me on a sexual whim.
She was in great physical condition from being a cheerleader during football season and playing basketball during the winter season. Spring and summer was dedicated to perfecting her tan on the boat. As lifelong boaters, we were allowed to take the boat out by ourselves once we turned 18, so we did a lot of fucking there too.
So, senior year and the following summer was great. My dick damn near fell off from excessive use, but I am not one to complain. I was her sexual guinea pig. Tanner got a full scholarship to UNLV in Vegas to play basketball and off she went. Our last fuck session before she left was half sex and half tears. I was staying on the east coast for college and she went west. I had plans of visiting as much as possible, but I never had enough money or time to make it happen. The only time I saw her was during summer break, when she came home for a week or 2. We always picked up where we left off and then back she went.
Upon graduating from college, she made roots in Vegas. She married her college sweetheart and they established their lives in Henderson NV. I only see her every 5 years or so and sometimes get melancholy. These days, I have often sat back, delighted in the afterglow of my time banging my cousin. That was still a major highlight of my young life, even with all the things I have accomplished in my adult life. We have never spoken about it since, but it sure is fun to close my eyes and mentally reminisce.
Part 2.
One major advantage of being a professional firefighter is being on shift work. It has given me opportunities that the 9-5'rs don't get. One perk was a great sex life and the other is having a nice side job that gives me a future after the fire department. Years ago, I started a side business as a home improvement guy. That quickly turned into building custom homes. 2 years ago, I retired from the department after a 28-year career. As a custom home builder, I'm always looking for new and innovative ideas. That's what brought me to Vegas this past week. Their annual home builder convention and trade show. I've been a builder for 15 years. I have more time to commit to it, now that I'm retired from the department.
I've only been to the convention once before and my wife Deena went with me. We stayed in the hotel that housed the convention center and partied our asses off when not actually in the convention itself. We even did a little swinging while there. My wife and I have a very enthusiastic and varied sex life. We're into swinging, swapping, 3 ways, 4 ways and full-blown gangbangs. Our favorite is for her to hook up with black guys. We both get off with her getting fucked senseless by huge black cocks.
This time around, Deena suggested I stay with Tanner and her husband. My wife and daughter have tickets for a multi-day country music festival in NC, so we are off in different directions. I hate country music, so I'm glad not to be stuck on that trip. Tanner and her husband live in Henderson, just outside Vegas. Tanner is my age, 51, and we grew up in the same town and went to the same schools from kindergarten through high school graduation. Above and beyond being cousins, she is as much a sister as well as a best friend. On top of that, we have some good sexual history together.
My 1st night in town is in the airport hotel as my flight is getting in late and Tanner is working her last shift before having the week off to hang with me during the event. As I got off the plane, I saw a text from my daughter that said she wanted to skype with me at a specific time. I have never done that before, so I figured it would be cool to learn something new. Read my previous stories about the relationship I have with Tess and my wife Deena. It sets the foundation for the things that are getting ready to happen for me this week, starting tonight.
Anyhow, it was 10pm Saturday morning in Vegas which made it 1am on the east coast. Despite my fatigue, I signed on to skype and hooked up with my daughter. Sure enough, as expected, my wife and daughter were in a hotel room near Charlotte. They had traveled north for this once in a lifetime festival style concert by their favorite musicians. Her laptop was on the dresser, directly across from the foot of the bed, so all I saw was the 2 of sitting on the foot of the bed and then entire bed behind them. They sat on the bed next to one another while we chatted about nothing in particular, but they both seemed a little distracted and occasionally gave a nervous giggle or guilt-ridden smile. I even caught them stealing glances to the side of the room away from the camera. I was sorta catching a vibe that something was up as both of them appeared to be a little fidgety and sure enough I was right.
"Well daddy, we were having a ton of fun with folks we don't even know, and just like that, we made a new friend."
"I see, and is this new friend is a...guy?"
"Ummmmm."
Again, she looked away from the camera and giggled nervously.
"Yep, he's a guy."
"And...is this guy...ahhhh...a black guy maybe?"
She giggled and shrugged her shoulders as if to feign embarrassment and looked off to the side again as if to make sure he really was black.
"Yep, he's black alright. Come on over here and meet my daddy. What was your name again?"
She didn't even know the kid's name. How raunchy and slutty. That's my girls. He mumbled something.
"Daddy, this is DeWan, he likes country music too."
"Uhhhhhh... yeah, I just bet he does."
"DeWan, this is my daddy."
