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Cousin’s Club Benevolent Society (mmmm/fff, teen, mast)
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Being the only ones who lived in the city, my sister and I were supposed to live a different kind of life than the rest of my cousins. But let me assure you that the only functional differences between us were the differences between the girls and the boys.
Aunt Eddie had her first 5 kids close spaced, like 15 months apart. She and Uncle Rob bought a small farm to raise outside of town in the same county as her sisters Emma and Florie. All of them seemed to be in competition with each other to be in the family way, so I had a dozen first cousins within 3 years of my age.
My sister and I lived a couple of counties away from the rest of the crew so we could go a month or two between visits, depending on how the adults felt. But in the summer the families often swapped sub-sets of kids for vacations, and sometime during the summer we all lived for a week or two with a different Aunt and Uncle.
Aunt Eddie’s old farmhouse had an upstairs with two large rooms plus a bath and storage room, and a door to an attic that passed through to the garage. She believed she could keep better watch on things if there were no doors on any rooms upstairs, and she also had Uncle Rob remove a foot from the top and bottom of the door to the upstairs bath. Privacy depended on the honor system, and there was always bitching. The only rule that was truly enforceable was "no girls in the boy's dorm and vice versa."
Charlie and I had started Junior high when I first learned about group masturbation. We were alone in the dorm sitting on the big bed when he ask me if I’d ever jerked off. I had no vocabulary for sex and no idea what he meant. After trying to bluff my way thorough, I confessed my ignorance. "Let me show you how" he said, dropped his pants and shorts, then laid back on the bed. When I noticed his dick, it was already erect. He grasp it in his hand and after a minute of pumping up and down white goo gushed forth.
I might not know have know the words, but I knew the actions. I masturbated too, only with an alternate method. About 1 in 5 guys like to rub against something. For me, being on my belly rubbing against the sheet gave even more stimulation than using my hand. After I demonstrated, Charlie made a big thing about cleaning up the sheets so Aunt Eddie wouldn’t find out. He encouraged me to use the more conventional route so the mess landed on my chest.
So it was that all the boys currently in residence would take a break every afternoon to go upstairs and beat our meat. When the girls noticed our regular absences, they decided to investigate. According to my sister, they sent out a spy who reported back. No big deal, business as usual, case closed.
Except that my sister hadn’t seen it before. I don’t think she would have even recognized exactly what we were doing. Her ignorance was touching to the other females who then decided to further her education.
The story of birds and bees fascinated her and she asked many questions. "Why do they rub their little weenies?" "What does a boy’s dick look like when it gets big?" "Is it really get bigger than their hand?" "Why did it have to get so big anyway?" They spent a long time explaining everything they knew about love. Eventually a field trip was organized to supplement the sex education lesson.
We boys prided ourselves on our woodman’s abilities. Men went hunting every fall, and tracking and stalking practice occurred regularly. The girls gave themselves away by casting a shadow through the doorway onto the bed. When it fell on Cliff, he was cool and ignored them until we had all cum. Then he suddenly got up and moved to the door so that the girls had to retreat into the storeroom to avoid being caught. Then Cliff had us huddle up by the window and told us what was going on.
The debate raged. Would they tell Aunt Eddie, who would have to do something to stop us? Could they be bought? Scared? Blackmailed? Reasoned with? I argued for reason, Cliff argued for a sound beating. Charlie thought we should try to set them up. We decided to surprise them in hiding and try guilt. But our quiet sneaking up to the door followed by the big rush to the storeroom was for naught. While we were all figuring out what to do, the girls slipped away.
I volunteered to play secret agent, and sought out my sister after supper when she was out in the garden picking tomatoes. I don’t know how I did it, but I wangled a deal of the "you show me your and I’ll show you mine" type. The girls could come in and watch once if we could watch them. But when my sister asked if she would be watched too, it almost fell apart. I agreed that only one of them needed to demonstrate, and she agreed to take the offer back to girl’s council.
Them darn girls were a sneaky bunch of tricksters. The next afternoon, as soon they saw us go up to the dorm, they appeared outside the door. We dutifully jacked off, and my sister was actually brazen enough to run inside our room to where I lay and slop up some of the white stuff on my tummy with her fingers. She and the girls quickly retreated to their room. Slowly we got out pants up and went over to their door.
Ann was the designated demonstrator. She was wearing boy’s jeans, which she removed the belt from and held the waist open like a big bag. Then she wiggled a bit so the slipped down an inch, and reached inside with her hand. It didn’t stay in there long, and nothing happened other than a smirk grew on her face. I was pretty sure then and am absolutely sure now that she didn’t come close to masturbating, let along to orgasming. We had been gypped royal!
That evening, I volunteered to burn the trash so I could consult with my sister out in the garden again. She thought the girls had executed their plan with brilliance. I told her that we knew that she knew that the girls had violated both the spirit and the letter of the agreement. I promised unspecified revenge unless they came across honorably. She thumbed her nose at me.
I was proud of the education I’d gotten from my cousins and I used it to lay on the guilt extra heavily. The girls had never orgasmed in their lives. The didn’t even know what to do to get excited. They would never be women or ever find out what a woman’s pleasure was, let alone experience it. Their chests were flat (a false charge) and their pussies were hairless (unknown validity) and they couldn’t even go to the bathroom standing up (later proven false). And none of them would never ever get a date because we’d spread the word about them and tell the boys that they had VD (what ever that was). My sister retreated well, and I went away totally unsatisfied.
When I reported back, there were still several hours before bed time. The parents decided to all go over to Aunt Florie’s to play cards and reminded us that there was always a stool pidgin to tell on us if we didn’t follow orders for lights out. When they left we reconvened the boy’s council meeting. Cliff’s proposal was modified a bit, and scheduled for that evening.
Down in the basement was a shower room. It opened into the laundry area on one side, the well room on the other, and the well room had a half stairs going up to the garage. A quick reconnaissance trip left the half stair door open a crack and emptied out the towels in the shower room cabinet. Then after changing into the designated uniform of bare feet and boxers, we waited for the water to start running.
The girls had locked the door between the stairs and the laundry room, but that wasn’t a problem to a bunch of mechanically minded boys. Charlie had it unlocked before the Doug and I had finished infiltrating the well room. When we appeared in both of the shower room doors, the girls screamed, then ran for the towel cabinet. It was so sweat to her them cursed when they found it empty. All they could do was turn and face the wall or cover their titties and their tushes with their hands.
Cliff did the honors. He backed Ann into a corner, and told her that she owed us a demonstration.
I give credit to Ann. She stopped trying to hide, and turned to face him. Her personality changed from a scared little girl to a woman on the make. She tossed her hair back and put a wicked smile on her face. "Come on now, big boy." She used a most provocative voice and then started slowly advancing, one foot directly in front of the other, hips swaying. "Are you man enough for me?"
Cliff backed away a bit. He hadn’t planned on doing anything more than scaring her in honoring the deal, and now she was turning the tables by going after his manhood. He stammered a bit at first. "Show us your stuff, baby. Let us see what you’ve got."
Ann began a slow dance. Our cocks grew to show well inside the boxers. The other girls let down their guard a bit and started watching. I'm not sure anyone, even Ann, knew she had such talent. And Lord only knows where she could have seen a strip dance. We certainly hadn't until now!
She did her best to torment Cliff, thrusting her pelvis at him, lifting her boobs toward his mouth and tearing them away, making quick grabs towards his cock. Cliff slowly retreated as she taunted him. "Can you make me cum, little boy? Do you know what a woman wants? Can you give a woman what she needs?" All too soon she had Cliff backed against the wall. We wondered what he would do to redeem himself.
Finally he pulled his briefs away from his erection, pointed it at her and called her bluff. "Here it is baby, all for you. Take it and show us how much you love cock. Make love to it, baby!"
Ann cracked when Cliff started to stroke it. Slowly turned around to walk away. Cliff grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the shower room bench. She struggled a bit to get out of his bear hug, and we could see Cliff’s dick pressed up against her back. I wondered if he’d cum from just her wiggling against him.
At the end of the shower bench, Cliff set Ann back on her feet just long enough to pick her up, arms under her shoulders and legs. This time, when her picked her up, she didn’t struggle, probably afraid he might drop her on the hard concrete floor. He and gently laid her face up on the bench with her legs hanging off the end and Ann seemed to relax and go with the flow. Her breathing became shallow and her neck and chest were flushed. Her nipples were erect.
I checked out everyone else. Flags were full staff. Charlotte was rubbing herself. Charlie had taken off his boxers and was slowly stoking himself. My sister was breathing heavily and watching Charlie. She seemed fascinated and totally oblivious to anything else. Doug and I moved further inside the shower room to stand behind Charlotte. The situation seemed explosive.
When Cliff ordered "Play with your tits," Ann closed her eyes and started playing with her breasts right away. She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her thumbs against her nipples then trapped them against her fingers. She pulled on them and they got hard and tight and seemed to be sensitive to her touch. Her face had a wanting look, lips pouted open to show her tongue against them.
After a while, he stooped at the end of the bench in front of her legs. Her took her knees in each hand, telling her to "spread your legs" as he moved them apart. They fell open to give a lovely view.
Ann’s pussy looked like nothing I’d ever seen before. The lips were swollen open. There was moist pink showing inside between more folds of flesh. I could see the small opening that was her vagina. "Play with your pussy!" came Cliff’s order and Ann moved her hands down to comply. One finger started rubbing in a circle high up her slit. A finger on her other hand slipped into her hole and started circling around the edge of it.
Cliff stood up and positioned himself beside her waist his dick leaning out a bit like a saluting sword. He began jacking himself off as he feasted his eyes on Ann’s neat body.
"Do it, faster. Get those fingers inside you more" he commanded. Ann sped up and started working her finger further inside herself. Cliff speeded up too. "Two fingers, now. Fill yourself up real good." Ann put a second finger inside and in a couple of more strokes her hips started to raise up off the bench. She seemed to be scratching in itch inside her. After a while, the words "Cum now bitch! Cum hard!" made Ann let out a small wail and start shuddering.
That was enough for Cliff to release his load over Ann’s tummy but she didn’t notice. She just kept moaning and shaking. Then Cliff reached down and started flipping her nipple with his fingers. Ann arched up as high as she could and went stiff.
"Ah! I’m cuming, I’m cuming, I’m cuming hard!" came out not quite as a scream. Cliff grabbed her nipples, pinched them and then started rolling them. Ann convulsed for quite a while, then suddenly grabbed Cliff’s hand. "Stop! No more!" she said and clasp them hard against her chest. Cliff relaxed his hold on her tits.
Charlotte had been rubbing herself while watching the Cliff and Ann show. By the time was he pistoning himself above Ann’s belly, Doug and I had moved ourselves behind and on either side of Char. We looked at each other, and I gave him a sign. Puckering up with a kiss, I pointed at my nipples then at Charlottes. Doug puckered back at me and then moved his mouth toward the boob on his side. I moved for the other. Together, we each grabbed a breast and began to suck on a teat.
Charlotte jumped, and then leaned to push her breasts into our faces. She reached down and added her second hand to play with herself and rubbed faster and faster. When Cliff started shooting onto Ann, Charlotte began to shudder and sagged. We caught her and gently lowered her to sit on the floor. It was cold concrete, but she didn’t seem to notice. She just leaned against us and shook and shook as she rubbed and rubbed.
Charlie noticed that my sister was mesmerized, eyes looking only at his cock. He walked over to her and she leaned a bit to get her eyes closer to his member. Charlie put his arm around her neck and pulled her face over to where he could reach it with his cock. He slapped it against her and rubbed it across her cheeks. When there was a lot of pre-cum dribbling out her made a pass against her lips and wiped some cum off between them. She looked up into his eyes as she licked her lips.
Charlie was pretty close to cuming. He started jerking hard with his one hand and grabbed my sister’s hair with the other. Holding her head out he started rubbing his cock against her lips taking very short strokes against the underside of the head. My sister seemed enthralled.
"I’m ready to cum" Charlie said. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, girl!" When her lips parted, Charlie groaned and started to shoot. He helped himself along by running against her lower lip and surface of her tongue, shooting jism into her mouth. As her mouth started to fill, she sputtered and jerked back so that the rest of Charlie’s spunk shot over her face. Then Charlie pulled her up and started kissing her.
He put one hand to her crotch and started finger fucking her. Soon she put her arms around his neck and stayed mouth-locked with him. My sister was twitching and moaning as Charlie moved his hand in her cunt. Then he reached the other hand behind her and through her legs so that one hand was working from the front and the other from the back. All she could do is hang on to him and keep saying "Oh Charlie!" over and over again.
What I wanted most was to fuck Charlotte but I was too scared to. I had never experienced near as much sex before, even in my fantasies. And I knew that I should not do anything inside a girl without a rubber. But I had an overwhelming urge for release.
I got inspired. The water was still running warm on the other side of the room. "Help Char over to sit on the end of the bench," I told Doug as I went over and got a bar of soap wet. Returning to where Charlotte sat, I soaped up her chest and slipped her nipples between my fingers. I soaped up my dick and rubbed it against her, ending up with it between her knockers. I started pumping up and down. Charlotte took her hands and pressed them together to help make a warm slippery glove. Too soon, I came.
Doug moved to stand cock in hand over the bench where Ann lay. Cliff took Ann’s hands and pulled them over her head, which made her breasts look even better. Doug looked down into Ann’s eyes and started pumping his dick with his hand. Ann made faces at him until Doug shot all over her mug. He finished by wiping the head of his dick off against Ann’s lips. She kissed it, and then Cliff let go of her hand.
We got towels for everyone and then joined the girls in the shower as they were washing their hair. They soon left, and we stayed around playing with the shampoo to make beards. Drying off, we talked about how good things had turned out. Cliff said that things had gone much further than he had expected and that we should not plan on it ever happening again. When I ask if there could ever be any kind of sex among cousins, Cliff said to wait and see. If the girls wanted it, it could happen. But if they didn’t want to, and I tried to make them, then all hell would break loose.
A couple of days latter, we invited the girls to a meeting out in the barn. We pointed out that we were all adolescents with raging hormones, boys and girls included. We wanted everyone to recognize that fact and act more mature. We boys wanted to be able to jack off without having to worry about privacy and about the girls making a big deal about it, especially to the parents. They could have the same privileges.
The girls then said that they wanted their privacy honored. We countered that they could have privacy if they didn’t make a big deal about us seeing them from time to time. In the end, we decided that no one would make a fuss over what another person did. If someone encountered another undressed or doing something private then they would just ignored that person, no big deal. Any if anyone was caught deliberately spying, then that person would face the tickle-tree or other group punishment.
From that meeting grew the Cousin’s Club Benevolent Society. We pledged aid to each other out in any boy-girl matter, especially when non-cousins were involved. Through the years, we helped each other get dates, stood watch for each other, and made alibis. We comforted, encouraged, and helped each other learn about the opposite sex. Frequently, romance bloomed among us and we gained real-life experience practicing on each other. By the time I was in High School we cousins had done things with each other that most people wouldn’t even imagine, let alone try. There are many stories to be told about the CCBS!
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