If Pamela was going to get me girls, then she was my new best friend. Julia also started looking different at school. For one, she wasn’t quite as shy. For another, Pamela had convinced her to start wearing contacts instead of those glasses. She still had a bunch of nerdy clothes, but Pamela helped her wear them better. Julia wasn’t a goddess at school, but I could remember how she was a goddess without those clothes. Julia and I weren’t like girlfriend boyfriend, but there was something there. I know we both felt it.
A week later, Pamela came over when our folks were playing cards, a typical Saturday night activity. Our parents would play cards till late. Pamela and I went down to the rec room and watched a movie. We’d been down there about ten minutes when mom stuck her head down to make sure everything was okay. We were both lounged out on the couch watching the movie, so she went back to the game.
Pamela sat up, “Glad that’s over.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, Mike. You’ve noticed the folks always check on us once. Never fails, then they get back into the cards and forget about us,” she said.
“Uh, yeah, of course,” I agreed.
“So, we got the rec room to ourselves…” she glanced at her watch, “… for about three hours.” She gave me a funny look that I had no idea what it meant. “I told you I would thank you properly for helping Julia.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I liked her. And I kind of made out,” I said blushing.
“I’d say, buster. Getting a bj from Julia.”
“It was her idea,” I said defensively.
Pamela laughed, “Yeah, and a good idea it was. Would you like another one?”
I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Yeah!”
“Guys,” she said shaking her head. She scooted over next to me on the couch and put her hand on my crotch.
“Pamela, we’re cousins,” I said.
“Don’t be a dufus. Cousins are legal and they do it all the time,” Pamela said patronizing me. “Want a bj or not?”
I felt my throat constrict as the desire filled me, but the dread of our folks walking down the stairs and finding us weighed against the desire.
Pamela saw me glance at the stairs. “Don’t be a chicken,” she bent over and undid my pants.
That was it for me. Feeling her unzip me bounced any contrary thoughts from my head. I helped her get my pants off and sat back. She laid on the couch crosswise to me and took my cock in her hand. Her lips were just inches from my throbbing cock. She looked up at me and smiled. “You should see how you look right now. Guys are pathetic.”
I was pathetic and I wanted that bj more than anything in the world. “Please.”
Pamela smiled, “Okay. But you have to do me after.”
“Okay.” I would have promised anything, and I mean anything, right then.
I felt her lips caress the tip. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feeling. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and began wanking me as her lips and tongue played with the tip. That did it. I felt the rush and tried to warn her but it all came out jumbled. Unlike Julia, Pamela didn’t pull back. As I blasted my cum, she sucked it down until I was wasted. She gave my shrinking cock a last kiss and sat up, a smile on her face.
“How was that?” she asked me.
“Pamela, how did you learn that?” I asked.
“I’ll take the fifth,” she said with a smug smile. “My turn.” She pushed off her jeans and lay back on the couch, her feet on both sides of me.
Her pussy was flashing me from between her spread legs. I was an experienced pussy eater now. I bent forward, spread her lips, and stuck my tongue into her pussy and started licking. Pamela was quickly caught up in the experience, sighing and moaning, pushing her hips up against my face as I sucked and licked.
“Use your finger,” she moaned.
Huh? My finger? I brought up my finger and pressed against her pussy, not quite knowing what I was doing. I moved it around a little getting it wet. Then, serendipity, it found her channel and plunged in.
“Yes,” Pamela moaned.
Oh, I got it, the finger inside. Still licking, I plunged my finger all the way inside as Pamela shuddered. Even I knew what to do now working my finger in and out as I licked and sucked. That did it for Pamela, even with my lack of expertise, licking her clit and a finger fucking put her over the top. Her hips started bouncing around and I heard her moaning and biting on her wrist to stop the yells before she collapsed back on the couch. Wow, I had done that.
I sat back on my haunches staring at Pamela. She was beautiful. I had never appreciated just how good looking my cousin was, but naked and freshly climaxed, I could see she was hot!
She opened her eyes and there was something in them more than just lust sated. “Cousin Mikey.”
Oh how I hated that name from when I was little, but somehow the way Pamela said it, it didn’t bother me.
“Can you get hard again?” she asked.
I nodded. Hell, I could jack off three times in one night if I had borrowed a friend’s Penthouse or something. “Yeah, why?” I asked.
“Because I want to you to fuck me,” she said.
I was stunned: first, that Pamela said that word; second that she actually wanted to do it with me. “I don’t have a condom,” was the first thought that popped into my head.
“It’s okay. Julia and I went down to the clinic and got on birth control pills,” she said. “Come here.”
I didn’t even think about what she had told me about Julia. I got up on the couch where Pamela had rearranged herself and lay between her legs. She grabbed my cock, already fully hard again, and led it to the target. She rubbed it around her pussy as I held still not knowing what to do anyway. Then she seated the helmet of my cock in her and I felt her pussy flower open around the head of my cock. ‘I’m going to fuck Pamela,’ I thought as I pressed forward.
I pushed and my cock went in when she grimaced and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. “You okay,” I asked concerned.
“Just a second,” she said as she squirmed under me. I felt the clamping ease up. Pamela let out a sigh. “That hurt for a second.”
“Sorry,” I said figuring I had done something wrong.
That made her smile. “Dufus, that was my cherry. The muscles cramped up when you broke it. It’s supposed to hurt when you rip your cherry. Now, let’s fuck,” she said as she pressed her hips up against me, driving my cock further into her pussy.
I felt a little stupid, but not for long, as the experience of fucking quickly banished any other thoughts from my mind. When I bottomed out pressing hard against her, Pamela moaned, “Yes.” I rolled my hips driving hard against Pamela; this was the best feeling in the world. She must have enjoyed it as well since she was moaning. "Oh yes, Mike. I always knew you'd be my first."
She did? How did she know that? But I wasn’t into deep thoughts right then. I pulled back and pressed forward and realized I was fucking. I couldn't help it, but I smiled, knowing I was no longer a virgin. I was blooded with my very first cherry. Pamela's hands were on my hips, kind of guiding me, holding me and slowing me down so that we set up a languorous pace. I kept finding myself trying to go faster only to have Pamela slow me back down. It didn't much matter, really, I was lost in the intense sensations. Then she started pushing back against me harder and her hands hurried me. I was all for that and soon, we were fucking hard and fast... until she cried out, biting down to strangle the shout before it even made it out and I felt her pussy milking at my dick. That sent me over the top and my balls clenched up and delivered their second load of the night, an ever bigger one than the first, deep into my cousin's pussy.
We were both panting as we lay on the couch, naked. Suddenly, that felt weird, laying there naked with Pamela, knowing the folks could come down at any minute. Funny, I had completely forgotten they were just steps from the basement door and stairs. "We should get dressed," I said, now worried.
"Yeah, I know. Just a minute more. I like feeling you inside me,” she said.
"Really?” I asked.
"Yeah, dufus," she said smiling.
I didn't mind being called dufus anymore. "I can't believe we did this," I said quietly.
"I can't believe you didn't know that we were going to, of course we were,” she said pressing on the tip of my nose with her finger, like you'd do with a kid. All I could do was smile goofily since I was so happy. Pamela smiled back, "Okay, we better get decent, and air out the basement."
That was our first time. It wasn't the last.
We didn’t all of a sudden become every day lovers, though I would have liked that. It was just rarely enough that I was always surprised when Pamela would grab me and start kissing me and we’d wind up doing it.
I guess it was about three weeks after our first time, and we’d been together maybe two more times, when Pamela told me to meet her at her house after school. I spent the last couple classes hoping it meant we’d do it after school. I was horny as a Billy Goat by the time I got to her house and knocked on the door. Pamela answered and beckoned me in. The first thing I saw was Julia sitting on the couch. That took the air out of my sails. “Oh, hi Julia.”
Pamela slapped me on the shoulder, “Don’t sound so disappointed.”
“What? I’m not disappointed,” I tried to defend myself.
Julia looked askance, “Like, I didn’t hear it too.”
I looked back and forth between the girls and could see the accusation in each. “But Pamela, I thought…” Then I realized I couldn’t go there.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said jamming my hands in my pants pockets.
“You thought you were going to get laid?” Pamela asked me.
“Pamela,” I implored her, getting red.
She laughed, and Julia joined her. I didn’t know what to do. Pamela looked at Julia, “I told you guys were pathetic.” It hurt since I couldn’t defend myself. “Poor Mikey, been thinking about getting laid since I invited him at lunch and now he finds two girls and doesn’t think he has a chance.”
I really turned red as she had hit it on the head. “Pamela,” I whined. Yeah, I sounded pathetic.
“Mike, I told Julia about us. She wants you to be her first, just like you were mine,” Pamela said.
I looked at her trying to make sure I had heard right. It kept playing the same every time so I turned and looked at Julia. She was red and looking at her hands. “Really Julia?”
"Suddenly. he's happy again, pathetic," Pamela said Julia smiled and nodded to me.
“But you’re so pretty,” I said.
Pamela smacked me pretty hard, “Like I’m not?” Julia laughed as I turned back to Pamela.
“Yeah, you’re beautiful but you’re my cousin,” I said.
Pamela’s face lit up, “Beautiful?”
“Well yeah,” I said.
“You better grab him and take him upstairs now before I do,” she said to Julia.
“You think I’m pretty?” she asked me.
“Of course,” I said.
“And would you like to?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, a goofy smile on my face.
I heard Pamela say quietly on one side, “Pathetic.”
As Julia stood and came over, “I’d like it if you were my first.”
I turned to Pamela. She nodded, “The folks went into the city for dinner. Use my room. I’ll call Aunt Katrina and tell her you are staying here for dinner.”
I took Julia’s hand and led her upstairs since I knew this house as well as I knew my own. In Pamela’s room, the bed was already turned down and her stuffed bear collection was off on the desk. The place was ready for our tryst.
I closed the door and asked Julia, “You sure?”
She nodded. “I started on the pill when Pamela did and she said you were pretty good for her first time, and I just thought: well, if you were telling the truth at her party then I’d like you to be my first.”
“I swear Julia. I was telling the truth. I think you are hot and sexy. I’d love to be your first. You’ll be my second.”
“You mean, Pamela was your first?” she asked. I nodded. “I don’t think she knows that,” Julia said.
“I gotta have some advantage,” I said making her laugh. I pulled her to me, the laugh dying but the smile stayed as we kissed. This was different than the last time when Julia more or less led me along. I was in the role of the more experienced lover, in charge. I had never done that before. We kissed, each kiss more passionate than the one before. My hand found her tit, massaging it through her shirt and bra. I thought about trying to get her clothes off, and nearly panicked knowing I would mess it up instead of suavely disrobing her while keeping her in a state of sexual arousal. So I tried simple. “Let’s get undressed.”
Julia nodded and began taking off her dress. I quickly tore off my shirt, shoes and pants. She was pushing her panties down her legs as I stood up, my cock bouncing straight in front. This was the second time I’d been naked with Julia and it was just as exciting. She looked hot with no clothes on. Her small well defined tits above her flat belly leading my eye down to the triangle of brown hair, and from there to the lips of her pussy I could just see through the hair. She was sexier than any magazine model because she was there.
I took her hand and got on Pamela’s bed. Julia joined me as I lay back on my side. She lay down next to me, her lips finding mine. This time when my hand found her tit, it was warm and soft in my hand. Her kisses got harder and wilder as I fondled her.
It was time for the next step. I moved down between her legs and started licking, kissing, and sucking on her pussy. I was feeling a lot more confident about this whole thing now and I guess the confidence helped, because Julia took off like a rocket. In no time her hips were bouncing off the bed. I had to grab onto her just to keep my face in contact with her pussy. Then Julia went stiff, her back arched up and said, “God, Oh God…” over and over until she went limp.
I looked up at her, her eyes closed, mouth open, her breathing ragged, but she sure did look happy. I just laid there and smiled. I felt like a real stud able to make girl climax like that. I also began to feel how hard my cock was.
As soon as Julia opened her eyes, I moved up over her, aligning my cock with her pussy. The first time I’d done this, Pamela had helped. I pushed forward but didn’t get anywhere. I moved a little and pushed again... nothing. I tried a couple more times and nothing.
I was starting to panic, thinking I’d never get it in when Julia reached down between us, “Here,” she said. She led me to the goal. I felt my cock sink in this time as I pushed. It was hard to push, so I thrust a little harder. Julia yelped, “Ow!”
That scared me, “What?”
“It hurt,” she said.
“Sorry,” I answered.
“Pamela said it didn’t hurt much,” Julia complained.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked trying to hold still, but the warmth of her around my cock was driving me on.
“Yeah, but not much,” she said. I felt her under me, pushing back at me as my cock sank more into her. She moaned, “Okay, slow.”
I pressed forward until I bottomed out, both of us moaning in pleasure. Then we began fucking. It was only my second time and it was just as overwhelming as the first. It was as if parts of me went into sensation overload, like I couldn’t coordinate everything all the time. But it was glorious and Julia didn’t seem to notice. The pressure was building and I couldn’t hold back.
“Julia,” I cried out as great gouts of cum blasted from my cock and filled her. Another and another blast of cum, until I was empty and wasted. I fell on top of Julia. Her pussy was milking my cock as it shrank. I rolled off her.
We lay there for a minute or two. Then Julia said, “Thanks, Mike.”
I kissed her. She smiled and for me anyway, all was right with the world. I basked in the contentment of being with a beautiful naked girl.
Pamela was waiting as we came downstairs, a knowing smile on her face. “Mikey, you need to get home. I want to talk with Julia.”
I started to protest knowing how the girls would dissect my performance. Pamela just gave me that look and I kissed Julia before slinking out of the house and walking home. And that wasn’t the worst of it. Since Mom thought I’d already had dinner, she had put all the leftovers away. I had to do with what I could sneak out of the kitchen and to my room.
So my cousin had set me up with another girl. Like I said, Pamela was my new best friend. My life was pretty good. Julia and I would get together a few more times. Pamela and I could get together a couple of times a week, when the folks played cards or if one couple or the other went into the city for dinner. In fact, Pamela and I were probably averaging getting together three times a week. It is pretty amazing that our folks never figured out that something was going on. I think, looking back, that they just knew cousins didn't do this stuff and it never entered their minds as possible.
It was half way through my last semester when I found out I had been accepted at State. That meant I’d be living away from home. Pamela was happy and sad. She told me later that when she found out we’d be basically separated for a year, she decided to do what happened next. It came as a shock to me.
It was a Friday and her folks went into the city for dinner and a show. She called me up and told me to get my butt over. I was smiling the entire way over expecting to have a good time. When I get to her house, Julia opened the door. I could handle that figuring it was Julia I was going to lay. Julia led me upstairs to Pamela’s room and surprise, Pamela was already naked. This was new.
“Get undressed,” she told me. I shrugged and started getting undressed only to see Julia doing the same. Now this was strange. I’ll save the suspense since you have probably figured out what took me way too long that night, Pamela and Julia had decided they would like to try a little girl girl sex. And since they didn’t want to be lezzy about it, they figured if a guy was there participating it really wasn’t lezzy. My job was to be the token male, which turned out to be pretty damn exciting.
It was a tight fit, the three of us in her bed, not that I minded since I was always touching something exciting on one of the girls. Pamela pulled Julia to her for a kiss. I thought that was a little strange way to start, but hell it was also exciting as hell. I kept my trap closed and just appreciated the scene. After all, reading Penthouse Letters descriptions of girl girl sex always caused major eruptions in my jack off time.
Their kissing was a little different, slower than when I kissed them. I watched, fascinated, and tried to figure out why it seemed different. Even at that tender age, I knew that I could always learn and become a better lover. So I watched diligently, with my cock as hard as it has ever been.
Soon, their hands were roaming. Again, the way they touched each other, grazing just their fingers over the nipple as the other moaned. I was picking up pointers no doubt. Pamela broke her kiss with Julia and they looked into each other’s eyes. Julia nodded, then turned and got in the classic sixty-nine over Pamela. As they began eating each other, I nearly came just watching. My cock was drooling pre-cum like crazy. If there had been anyone else there, I would have begged them to tie my hands behind my back, like Jason and the Sirens, since I kept reaching for it without thought, only to pull back, knowing I had to wait to give them my cum. Spluging all over the bed while they were cumming would have been plain bad manners.
Julia was first to cum and Pamela was right after. Julia turned and snuggled up next to Pamela, the girls kissing and touching each other. After a minute or so, they noticed me. Pamela smiled shyly. “What did you think?”
“Oh shit. That was so hot, I thought I was going to cum without touching my cock,” I said.
The girls looked at my throbbing cock, the tip covered with precum. Julia looked at Pamela, “Should we help him out?” She nodded.
Julia reached over Pamela and wrapped her hand around my cock. She wanked me twice I think, maybe it was just once, and I was lost it anyway and started spewing massively. Since my cock was pointed at both girls, the jets splashed over them, Pamela in front getting most of it on her belly and tits, but several strands landed on Julia. The girls screeched as it poured out but once started, I couldn’t have stopped it for the world.
“Shit,” Pamela said, wiping some of the cum from her tit. “Did you have to cum like that?”
I was barely able to answer, so drained I was, “Yes. Sorry,” my head falling to the bed.
The girls exchanged a look, “I guess we did turn him on,” said Pamela and they both laughed.
They crawled over me and headed to the bath to clean up. I followed them a minute later as they were finishing. I wiped some of the cum that had splattered back on me. Pamela looked at my drained cock. “What good are you?” she said leading Julia back to her bedroom.
Pamela and Julia rolled back into a sixty-nine and proceeded to get each other off again. After my massive cum, even that didn’t get me hard.
Lucky for me, that wasn’t my last chance, as Pamela had a bi streak. I was better able to hold myself back the next time and fucked both girls to big orgasms after they had gotten each other ready for it. They both claimed a cock felt better after a bout of girl girl sex. Me? I wasn’t about to argue about it.
I graduated and went off to State. I had a couple of girlfriends, if you could call getting drunk at a party, dancing a few dances, and fucking in a bedroom with two other couples humping away on the same bed, a girlfriend. I did miss Pamela. She wrote me pretty regularly and kept me up on things at home. She also told me she and Julia got together once or twice, she said to blow off steam and I understood what she meant.
Then I got the call from Pamela. She had also been accepted at State. She was already planning how we could talk the folks into getting us an apartment to share. She had the whole thing planned and simply gave me my part. It all came down to protecting her in that horrible college atmosphere of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I was the protector.
When she came the next year, it was all settled, we had an apartment right off campus. We shared it, all right, as Pamela got her wild years out of the way. We shared even when she brought a girl over and the three of us would, um, sleep in the same bed. By the time I was a senior, we had both gotten most of that out of our systems, most of it. Pamela still liked an occasional romp with another girl and I never complained about having two women in my bed. But by then, we were pretty much just the two of us.
We had been living together for three years when she brought it up formally: marriage. I had just never thought we would, cousins and all. But over the years, it had just sort of come to be accepted, by Pamela I mean. Little things she would say about future and even kids, she just assumed we were getting married and I was smart enough not to argue. Once she brought it up about, like, setting a date, I was still not convinced. She convinced me it was okay and once I got over that hurdle I realized there was no other woman I’d rather be with. She said I was her dufus and now that I was housebroken she intended to keep me.
The folks were more difficult. You should have seen the scene, Uncle Ray shouting “Incest! My little girl isn’t going to be the victim of incest.”
Aunt Marie yelling back at him, “Shut up, you old Pollack,” then breaking into tears. You see, theirs was a mixed marriage, Polish and German.
With Pamela calmly telling them, “No, it isn’t incest.”
My folks, of course, sided with Uncle Ray and Aunt Marie. “Son, how could you?” my mom asked in a sorrowful voice.
“How could I what?” I asked innocently.
“Fall in love with your cousin…” and she’d give one of those big Polish mother sighs. I’ve heard people talk about Jewish mothers and Italian mothers but I think nationality doesn’t matter. It’s just a mother thing. They all know how to play that guilt trip with their kids.
Around and around it went, since parents never really believe their kids can know more than they do. But luckily, Father Malone was a more modern priest, and knew it was okay, both by Church law and by modern genetics, for cousins to marry. Pamela had already invited Father Malone to dinner. So we only had about an hour of the folks going crazy before they had to put on the happy face for the priest. Like I said early on, my tricky little darling knew how to get her way.
The evening started out strained, to say the least. Both sets of parents were wondering how they were ever going to show their face in Church again once this got out. Father Malone took care of it before we had even set down for dinner. In that Irish brogue he had never managed to lose, he said, “So, I hear we have happy news. Little Pamela and Michael are to be married in our parish church. That will be a grand day. I toast ye all on this happy occasion.” He held up his glass of wine with a twinkle in his eye and a quick glance at Pamela and me.
You could have heard a pin drop. Aunt Marie broke the silence, “But Father, they’re cousins.”
“I am well aware of that. Did I not give them both their catechism lessons?” He glanced around the room at the parents like they were delinquents. “Don’t you know your Canon law?” shifting the heat to our folks for not knowing some arcane bit of Canon law. Father continued, “The church has long recognized marriage between cousins. And the state recognizes marriage between cousins. Franklin Roosevelt married his cousin. Thomas Jefferson married his cousin. Why Mayor Giuliani is married to his cousin. Where did I go wrong?”
I thought the last was a little over the top, but Father Malone always did have a bit of the blarney in him. Once over the initial shock, the folks quickly fell in line. Once they knew it was really okay with the Church, the mothers started blubbering, happy that Pamela and I were getting married, keeping it all in the family. Suddenly, it was the best thing that could have happened.
We married that summer. While Pamela finished out her last year at State, I started working in the business that Pamela and I would inherit one day. Both parents helped us with the down payment on a house about two blocks away from both of the houses. Mom and Aunt Marie started in about grandchildren immediately. So, we kept it all in the family, except that occasional night when her desire brought another woman into our bedroom, but I could always accommodate that. Anything for my best friend!
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