I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.
The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
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The next morning I heard the door open. I went to the hallway and saw uncle Rob, who had returned from work. After a moment, a beautiful girl, my cousin, 18-year-old Camille, came out from behind him. She was shorter than my uncle. She was wearing a tight tank top that hugged her body and small breasts, denim shorts that reached mid-thigh and red sneakers. Her long, dark hair fell freely down her back. She was carrying a bag. I quickly took it from her and introduced myself, then took the bag to her room (which was also mine, because Camille had a bunk bed there). Day by day, my relationship with my cousin was getting better and more open. Camille was terribly curious, so we talked about quite private things, but it didn't bother me. Since I had fucked my aunt, and thus her mother, a few personal questions didn't bother me at all.
One time we were lying in bed. It was maybe 1 AM, but for the life of me I couldn't fall asleep. I decided to jerk off to relieve the tension and fall asleep, but I didn't feel like going to the bathroom like I usually did. So I pulled back the blanket and quietly took off my boxers, then, drooling, I started to run my hand along the shaft of my penis. In my mind, I watched Camille, my cousin sleeping above me. Her firm, young body turned me on terribly. Her athletic figure and tight clothes did their job. Without knowing when, I started to pant loudly, but hearing some noises from my cousin's bed, I stopped immediately. After a moment of silence, I heard her quiet voice.
"Are you sleeping, Ralphie?" she asked, but I didn't answer. "I know you're not. I heard some noises. I can't sleep either. Can we talk?"
"If you want to so much..." I finally answered, knowing that this would be the fastest way to end the situation.
"Do you sometimes play with your little one?" she asked bluntly, "Boys apparently do that."
"So she must have heard something," I thought. "Well... Boys sometimes need to let off steam and they do, nothing out of the ordinary."
"You too?"
"Yeah... I need to let off steam sometimes too. Girls do it too."
"And now?"
"What now?"
"Well, have you been playing with it now too? See, I've heard a few things," she said, amused.
"Yeah..." I finally replied. "But you're not to mention it to anyone."
"As long as I can watch. I've never seen a live penis before."
I didn't know what to think, but what harm could it do me, "Okay. Go downstairs quietly so you don't wake uncle or aunt and take a flashlight."
I heard my cousin's quick footsteps coming down the ladder, and then moving away into the room. A moment later, Camille was standing by my bed, waiting for further instructions.
