EDITED BY: Miriam Belle
CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn
Author's Note: "When this story first posted, a lot people wondered if it was based on any truth... well, I do have an attractive cousin and I'd be lying if I said I never wondered what could have been... and both the kids mentioned here are 18, just turned 18 or over 18..."
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The hardest thing in life sometimes is staying away from the things you can't have, or rather, the things you shouldn't have. For Jack Sear, this was a debate he had waged since he had been nineteen years old. He still remembered the day everything had started for him, the day he had first noticed Cherie. She was only a year younger than him, and they had gotten along so well growing up that the only word that could accurately describe them was "inseparable." Jack had been something of a rock for her, a steady hand to balance out the turmoil of her home life. Her parents always fought, and Cherie seemed to be in the middle of every argument. Cherie, in turn, had been a companion always accepting of Jack and true when others weren't.
They had always been friends, but it was this one day that changed all that forever.
So whenever the family get-togethers happened, always in the last week of July when it was hot enough to fry eggs on his Uncle Albert's head, they would usually go off and talk while the other kids played tag. They had enjoyed playing together, engaging in the usual trappings of youthful sports whenever they could, but there was a certain elusive quality to their conversations, a special meaning that went beyond what either of them could really verbalize as they grew up. The maturity of their relationship, the respect and affection they shared for each other was far beyond their level of understanding. To most adults, it was a common occurrence in most healthy intimate relationships. While neither one of them could explain what they felt to anyone else, on the concept of they were perfectly clear.
Their close relationship worried his mother sometimes, her fears about propriety and virginity perhaps well founded in this modern age. And until that hot, humid day in July, when Michael had turned nineteen only a week prior, she'd had nothing to worry about. Sure, they spent a lot of time together, and sure they just sat and talked a lot, but they were far too young to know anything else but friendship and the boundaries of their family. After all, they were only children and more importantly, they were cousins.
If no other comfort could be found, the safety of family ties eased any fears she might have had about Jack and Cherie.
The sun beat down mercilessly and cast a fiery illumination over the green foliage and grass that framed and floored the large city park. The late afternoon shadows had started creeping their way across the landscape as the barbeque grills sizzled and smoked. Jack loved walking by the grills when his grandfather was cooking. Only grandpa could flame the meat to perfection, and the smell was enough to entice every living thing in town to come out and take notice.
It seemed everyone had showed up that day, and while he was happy to see everyone, he was really truly only interested in seeing Cherie. They had immediately partnered up for the traditional game of Jungle Warfare, a ritual amongst the kids of the Sear families. Armed with two fully loaded and wicked looking water guns, they waited in the bushes on the outskirts of the park.
"Did you paint these?" Cherie asked, admiring the sleek black water gun.
"Yeah," Jack grinned proudly, "The bright colors make it too easy for the others to spot us. And, I like to feel like I actually have a gun."
"Sweet," she smiled. Jack couldn't help but look at her as they waited for the first unsuspecting dope to come looking for them. He couldn't help but her look her over, her athletic frame enticing his eyes so innocently and yet so undeniably. Her denim shorts hugged her petite frame, and Jack felt familiar warmth in his stomach. It was a wild, rebellious horniness that had stayed with him from the onset of puberty until now in his 18th year.
She looked at Jack, catching him gawking at her. "See anything you like?" she asked sarcastically.
"No," Jack stammered, almost losing the grip on his gun, "I just, uh, realized that maybe we're getting too old for water gun fights."
She cocked her head quizzically. "Right."
"Really," he said.
"I'm eighteen, Jack," she said, her eyes moving back to the bushes, "I know I have a set of tits and an ass. Don't be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed," he smiled uneasily as his cock began to swell. He felt a strong shudder of guilt as he realized this stiffy was coming on because of his own cousin.
"Liar," she said, "You were picturing me naked."
Jack's jaw dropped. He had never heard her talk like this before, and as much as it shocked him, it was also arousing him. "What?"
"Bare ass naked?" she offered.
"Bare ass?" he repeated, shifting his weight as he tried to allow room for his now impossibly hard cock.
"You okay, Jack?"
He shrugged, still in shock. "Yeah..."
"Is this embarrassing you?"
"No," he lied, still both oddly fascinated and shocked, "I just never talked with a relative this way."
"Shit, Jack," she laughed and put a hand on his thigh, "It's not like we're having sex or anything."
The word sex rung out in his virgin ears like a fire alarm as he tried to compose himself long enough to keep from passing out. He wondered if she was just shooting the breeze with him, the subject just happening to sex, or if it was something more. The way she had talk about them not having sex had been laced with a hidden meaning, he was sure of it. As he considered this, he must have let his eyes wander off, because Cherie slapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, you awake?"
"Yeah," he chuckled nervously.
Cherie looked at him for a moment, and then smiled a little. She sat her water gun down and leaned against the tree, sitting on her haunches. She was quiet for a moment as the wind wafted by, carrying the smell of almost ready steaks and burgers from the picnic area. She then said, "Jack, have you ever seen a girl's tits before?"
"Excuse me?"
"Tits? You ever seen them before?"
"Yes," he said incredulously.
"Outside of your Dad's Playboys."
"No," he replied incredulously. 18 years old and still a virgin. He wanted to die.
Without any warning, Cherie pulled the straps down over her shoulders and slid her suit down. Jack sat there, dumbfounded as he looked at his cousin's breasts, generously large, milky and smooth. Her nipples were a light pink, the areolas a warm, silky bloom perfectly centered on each breast.
"Okay," Jack managed, his head feeling dizzy.
She frowned a little, and then took his trembling hand and placed it on her right breast. Jack couldn't look at her, his face on fire from the blood racing through his veins. It felt so soft, so perfectly smooth. Jack felt his erection ready to rip through his pants as he felt her up.
"What do you think?" she asked with a smile so suggestive it could have made his brain boil.
"I think I-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he felt a familiar and all too powerful sensation building up in his groin. His heart froze as he realized what was about to happen, and jerked his hand back. He grasped the tree, dizzy even before the orgasm came to fruition. Cherie leaned back, her face concerned as she pulled her bathing suit back up. The cum exploded out of his dick and filled his underwear.
"Oh shit," he groaned, looking down at his crotch. "Ah fuck."
Cherie regarded him with an amused half-smile. "Wow, you okay?"
"Uh-huh," he managed as the orgasm subsided. He felt the hot, sticky semen dripping and running everywhere in his briefs.
