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Subject: Title story: "Monica and I" Author: INCEST MAN 61223768
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Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 19:00:59 +0000
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Monica and I By greenHex This story is 100% true. Guess I can't write a
disclaimer now. I was 12. She was 13. I was sexually naive. I still doubt she
was a virgin. I was just hitting puberty, or rather it was hitting me, hard. I
knew all the facts about sex, my Mom made sure of that, but that was all I knew.
I could explain everything, but I really didn't know what it meant. It was one
of those summer time gatherings my family has, well the kids anyway. This was
when all the cousins saw each other. Since the parents were working all of the
kids came together at my grandmothers house and stayed there for at least a
month during summer. That usually meant about 12 kids in one five-bedroom house,
(in the suburbs) and most of my cousins are girls. That particular summer there
were about 11 of us, only three were boys. Sleeping arrangements had us split up
evenly. The older girls had their own room, and everyone else slept wherever
they wanted. Monica had ended up in the back bedroom with the boys because of a
fight with the other girls. So we reluctantly allowed her into our "club", but
because the room only had two single beds we pushed together, she had to sleep
on a mattress on the floor. It was a warm night. We had all the windows open,
but the heat was bearing down on us and sleeping so close between to other boys
didn't help. They seemed to be sleeping well enough. I on the other hand was up
in the middle of the night sweating and trying vainly to get to sleep. A groan
and some shuffling from the foot of the bed made me remember that my cousin was
down there all-alone on a double bed mattress. Quietly I got up and quietly made
my way around the bed to where she was laying curled into a ball sleeping
soundly. I leaned in closer to her and tried to see if her eyes were open.
"Monica..." I whispered. "Monica ... " I whispered again. No response, she was
definitely sleeping. I lay quietly with my back to her and drifted off to sleep.
I think it was her hand that woke me, or the cool breeze that came through the
window. When I awoke it was still dark, but her hand was around me and I could
feel her body pressed against mine. Another cool breeze blew through the window,
and I heard her murmur and squeeze me for a second. On an impulse I turned to
face her, draped my hand across her shoulder and snuggled her closer. I didn't
realize she was awake until her hand slowly moved down and under my T-shirt and
began rubbing my back gently. I groaned contently, something about how she
rubbed my back and the closeness made gave me a warm happy feeling inside. I
didn't realize the hard-on I was getting until she began to gyrate her body
against me. "You aren't wearing any underwear," she purred into my ear. "No...I
don't wear any to bed," I whispered back, thinking her statement a question.
Then it really got strange for me. Without any kind of warning she slipped her
hand into my short pants and grabbed my hard cock. My surprise was muffled when
she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, forcing my lips apart and
slipping her tongue in my mouth. The kissing didn't scare me as much, I had
French kissed girls before, but the way she attacked me, pressing her small body
against mine really made it weird. Suddenly she withdrew, released my cock and
moved away from my body slightly. She reached up under the long shirt she wears
to bed and removed her black panties from under it and put them at the side of
the mattress. Then she reached over grabbed the band on my pants and yanked them
down, freeing my engorged shaft. "What are..." I began. "Shhhh..." she cut me
off sharply and put right hand over her my mouth. I got my first smell of her
pussy. It was a musty smell. I loved it. She grabbed my dick with her other hand
and climbed on top of me, sitting on the length of my cock so that it separated
the lips of her pussy like a hot dog in a bun. She let go of my cock slipped her
hand back under my shirt and began rubbing my chest. Slowly she began moving up
and down, the heat and slick fluids from her pushing coating my dick. I froze.
It felt great. The incredible heat and moisture was the greatest thing I ever
felt. It was fuzzing my brain. I couldn't think I just lay them immobile as she
gyrated, leaving a slick trail all over my dick. Her breathing started to get
heavy and she began to move faster, groaning quietly as she rubbed her shaft
furiously along her teenage clit. I felt it build inside me like nothing I have
ever felt, nothing I could describe. Slapping noises filled the air as she began
bucking against me, the head of my cock slipping almost in between her lips as
she groaned furiously. At one level I was scared we would wake someone, but the
rest of me didn't care. I came first my body tensed and the cum spurted out from
my head onto my stomach as her gyrating spread it between us mixing it with her
juices already on my stomach. She came right after. She stopped suddenly,
pressed into me, tilting her head up. I could see her eyes open wide and a tiny
wail escaped her lips. Then she collapsed unto me gasping. She looked into my
eyes and then got off me slowly rubbing her hand over the head of my cock as she
did. She examined the sticky cum silently in the dark for a second and then
sniffed and tasted it. She cringed a bit and then wiped the rest off on her damp
shirt and retrieved her panties. Finally I pulled my pants back up and hugged
her gently as she joined me on the bed. I quickly drifted off to sleep. She was
gone when I awoke the next morning. By the time I got up and dumped my clothes
in the wash, because of the smell coming from it, and took a shower, I was told
she had left earlier to make a trip to the grocery with one of my aunts. She
seemed to avoid me from then on. She hardly said a word to me for the rest of
summer. I think she was mad at me for not taken an active role, or embarrassed
and ashamed of what happened. I admit I'm not, I liked it, and my only regret
was how I froze up. Anyway the next summer we met she acted like nothing
happened. She alluded any mention of our activities, or changed the subject when
we got into anything that might lead to that area. END
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