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 (This is a work of complete fiction.  It is a total fantasy, and I strongly
recommend you do not even attempt to do anything even close to actions
taken herein.  All of us have our demons, our skeletons.  We all have
baggage, this is mine.  I want to have sex with kids.  I don't do it
however, and this is how I deal with it.  If you feel the need to indulge
in this lifestyle and engage in acts of incest and pedophilia realize that
there are reasons why it is illegal.  If caught, you will be imprisoned. 
You will be raped in prison, probably repeatedly.  They hate pedophiles in
prison.  When you get out you will be scorned and labeled as scum of the
earth.  You will be forced to register as a sex offender and notify all
your neighbors what you did.  They will hate and despise you.  You will
wear a scarlet letter the rest of your life.  Your friends and family will
shun you.  You will almost certainly die alone and unloved.  I'm not saying
it's right, I'm not saying it's wrong.  That's just the way it is.  People
don't like adults that fuck kids.  With their permission or not, whether
you are related or not.  So if you haven't been warned before, you have
now. Having sex with children is illegal.  Don't do it)
   Kristina, the evolution
   Saturday morning was unlike any other.  The day I graduated boot camp,
graduating college, night I lost my virginity....they have nothing on
today. Outside the window it's a perfect autumn day, sunny and clear blue
skies.  It's a crisp 62 degrees and the leaves are just starting to show
signs of change.  Inside there are two beautiful females that love me. 
What an awesome fucking day!  Only day that could even compare to this
morning would be my wedding day, which reminds me I'm married.  That
thought drags me back to earth a little, but only till I get to the top of
the steps and see Krissy lounging around on the couch below.
   She's lazily slouched on the couch watching TV, some silly Disney
channel show blaring away.  She's hugging a pillow and wearing the same
things she wore last night when we made each other cum on the floor of my
office.  As soon as she sees me she's smiles broadly and hugs the pillow a
little tighter, her legs start to kick in that fidgety nervous way kids do
when they can't sit still.  The whole way down the stairs she never takes
her eyes off of me.  Her nose scrunches up and she bites her lower lip a
little as I draw closer.  My wife is roaming around somewhere, and the last
thing I need is for her to catch me mouth kissing her cousin, so I lightly
tussle Krissy's hair and give her a wink.  "Morning Kiddo!" I say with a
mischievous smile and continue on my way to the kitchen.  I hear a slight
little grunt, and I turn around to see Krissy has buried her face in the
pillow so only her eyes are visible staring over the top straight ahead at
the TV.  She's pulled the pillow tight to her chest and her knees up to the
pillow, effectively making herself a tight ball.  She's not moving, and
very visibly pissed off.  On my way down the hall it occurs to me that
while I may have explained to her why we can't talk about what we do to
anyone (we had that conversation last week in the office after the first
video session) that she may not be able to emotionally handle the times
when we can't show our relationship.  She's only 12, and I'm madly in love
with her, it only follows that she's developed some rather intense feelings
for me as well in a very short amount of time.  I've been fond of her and
lusting over her for years.  For her this has all happened within a two
week period.  I've had sex and many orgasms before.  As far as I know I
just gave her the first one of her life less than 12 hours ago.  Just now I
wanted to lean over and kiss her beautiful face and tell her I love her,
but prudence, practicality and the fear of being raped in prison prevented
me from doing so.  But for Krissy, she probably feels like I just blew her
off.
   How did I not think of this before?  How are we going to handle her
emotions?  I mean, she's twelve.  Girls that age still cry at Disney movies
and fall in and out of love faster than they change their socks.  She's
going to want to spend every weekend here.  Which would be perfectly Ok
with me (Hell I would adopt the beautiful little girl tomorrow if I could)
but her parents aren't going to go for it.  What is going to happen when
they tell her no and she throws a fit?  How is she going to react when she
sees me walking hand-in-hand with my wife?  If she's anything like every
other woman on the planet she will get insanely jealous.  How have I not
thought about this?  She's going to want to talk to me through the week. 
Probably post all kinds of stuff on my FB wall.  Instant messages.  Random
phone calls to ask "for help with homework" or some other reason to talk to
me, anything to have some kind of contact with me.  If she has developed
any kind of attachment emotionally, and I would be a fool to think that she
hasn't, she isn't going to be able to go 2 weeks between visits.  How am
going to explain to her that she can't?  How am I going to keep her from
crying herself to sleep because she hasn't seen me for 3 whole days?  For a
love-struck 12 year old 3 days is an eternity.  I planned everything else
out so thoroughly, and yet never stopped to think about how to I was going
to deal with her emotions.  I bet right now in the living room she is
trying as hard as she can not to cry.  I have this entire epiphany in the
20' walk from the living room to the kitchen.
   I angrily slam down a mug and fill it full of coffee.  Outside the
window it's a perfect autumn day, sunny and clear blue skies.  It's a crisp
62 degrees and the leaves are just starting to show signs of change. 
Inside there are two beautiful females that love me.  What a shitty fuckin
day.....
   I want to go to her, explain why I just walked by her non-chalantly like
nothing had happened.  I want to hold her and apologize for being such an
ass.  She physically might have been ready for this, but her heart wasn't.
Now she's a girl trying to deal with grown-up emotions that most women
twice her age still can't deal with and the one person (Me) who can make it
better can't, because my wife just walked past me from the laundry room to
the living room and sat down next to her on the couch.
   "Let's watch something else K." I hear my wife say"You're to grown up
for Disney cartoons anymore".  God, if she only knew how much growing up
she's done in the last 7 days.  I hear whispering coming from the living
room, probably because my wife has noticed Krissy's suddenly sour
disposition and is probably asking her why.  My guts do a somersault when I
think of the old expression "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned".  I
take a deep breath and try to stay cool and walk leisurely into the living
room, Krissy is in much the same position as before and my wife is sitting
next to her looking concerned.  Krissy looks like she could start to cry at
any moment.
   "How's my two favorite women in the world?!" I ask in an overly positive
tone of voice.  The wife nods at Krissy to notify me of what I already
know, that's she's visibly upset.  I pretend to be surprised.
   "Tell ya what..How about we go to IHOP for breakfast!?" I proclaim. 
Krissy can't help but cheer up at that, I know she loves their fruity
pancake platter thingee.  But I also know that my wife hates going there on
Saturday mornings, it's always packed.  But the real motive is I know that
my wife will have to go take a shower before going, something else she
didn't want to do.  Since this will give me at least 15-20 minutes alone
with Krissy, I'm hoping that this idea will solve a whole mess of problems
while only slightly annoying my wife.  There's no way she can say no
either, not without making Krissy feel worse and making herself look like a
bitch.  She gives me a hard look, I just shrug and gesture that I'm trying
to cheer up Krissy, whose mood has improved considerably.
   The wife tromps off to take a shower, and Krissy grabs her bag to go to
the spare bedroom to change.  As soon as I hear the water of the shower
start I take off to get to Krissy, not just to talk to her but also
because..well....  I really want to be near her.  As I make the quick leap
up the stairs and down the hall to the spare room I realize that Krissy
might not be the only one who has a hard time being apart in this taboo
relationship.  I knock softly at the door to the room and open the door,
Krissy is just finishing changing into a cute outfit of jeans and multiple
tank tops and a brightly colored flannel.
   She seems to have already mastered the art of passive aggressive female
anger.  She gives off nothing; she acts as if nothing ever happened that
she isn't mad.  Her body language is very casual, as if it's perfectly
normal for me to come in while she's changing.  That lasts about 3 seconds
when I take her cheek in my hand and hug her close to me.  The whole mean
girl routine melts away just like she melts into me and soon her arms are
wrapped around me and we share a silent embrace.  I don't have much time,
and I honestly don't know how I talked my way out of it.  I explained that
if her and I act to friendly and affectionate people will start to notice.
That even though I would love to, her and I can't be together all the time.
It's a lot of talking on my part, and somehow after it's all done I think
she understands.  She smiles and looks to me for a kiss and I am all too
happy to oblige.  We kiss deeply and passionately and halfway through my
cock makes it presence known by standing up and pressing into her tummy. 
It twitches with excitement at the contact, Krissy feels the rise and
sudden pressure and she giggles.  We both look down and my dick is pointed
directly at her crotch, straining against the fabric of my shorts to try
and rise to full mast but the material is a little too tight, so instead my
now raging cock is pointed straight out and slightly down and right at
Krissy's puffy little girl pussy.  The image of her spread out on my lap
from the night before makes my dick swell up almost painfully.  I want to
lay her down and lick her till she comes in my mouth, but I know I don't
have time.  In a swift and fluid motion I grab her hand and shove it in my
shorts and she immediately grabs my shaft and starts to stroke it slowly.
God she's a quick learner, I didn't even have to tell her to do it, but
then she always was a smart girl.  Her mouth flies open in amazement that I
would be so bold, but it's tempered with a smile behind that incredulous
look.  I pull her close with my left on the back of her neck to kiss her
hard and take my right hand and stick it into her pants, right onto her
smooth cunt.  The second my finger brushes past her lips and penetrates her
two-knuckles deep she moans into my mouth and I can feel her legs get a
little wobbly.  In turn she reflexively grips the base of my cock a little
firmer in response to my finger on her cunny, which in turn makes me moan
right back into her mouth.
   As by some cruel act of fate, it is at this moment that I hear the water
shut off in the shower.  Here I am two knuckles deep in the world's most
beautiful and perfect pussy, and its owner has a fistful of my dick and all
I want is another five minutes, I'd do anything for just another five
minutes.  We break our embrace and I can see in her eyes she's thinking the
same thing.  She's biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling and I can
see the frustration in her eyes as she knows that we have to stop.  She
moans and whimpers as I with draw my hand, reluctantly.  I taste her slick
little pussy juice from my finger and I am convinced that there must be a
God.  It's so sweet and slightly gooey, just enough to make the amazing
flavor of her last in my mouth.  It's slippery and sticky at the same time,
like grape juice concentrate with a tangy kick to it.  The tangy, musky
flavor makes me salivate like a starving dog.  I'm instantly hooked.  I
want to lick this little preteen's pussy more than I want to breathe.  If
she ever realizes the power she now has over me, I would be completely
screwed.  I've licked plenty of pussy before, not like this.  This is
beyond explanation, the flavor is divine.
   Only the sharp words of "Divorce" and "prison rape" snap me out of my
daze and remind me that standing in front of my cousin with a raging
hard-on is a bad idea.  I reluctantly go to my room to change, but not
before going back in for another fingers-worth of pussy juice.
   Fortunately I was able to find a pair of my baggier jeans and stuff my
uncooperative dick into them right as my wife walked in dressed in only a
towel.  She made some snarky comments about why I had to suggest IHOP to go
eat at, of all places.  "Well she looked upset....I don't know.  She likes
IHOP, thought it would cheer her up." I countered.
   "For fuck's sake she's a twelve year old girl.  They get upset all the
time for no reason.  Maybe her favorite cartoon wasn't on.  Maybe she got
her period unexpectantly.  Who knows?  That doesn't mean we have to ruin
our entire Saturday morning to cheer her up.  I could have shown her a
picture of a puppy and it would have accomplished the same thing." She
seethed.  Tiffany was angrier than I thought; now I have to cheer her up. I
can't keep doing this.  I can't keep trying to make another one happy while
pissing the other one off.
   "Tell you what Tiff, after breakfast we'll head up to the Galleria Mall.
You can go to that spa and salon you like so much and I can get some early
Christmas shopping done." The Galleria Mall is an hour away up north in
suburgatory.  It's like going to a mall full of people from a Lifetime
network movie: Overdramatic, self-centered uptight bitches.  They all drive
minivans and never go over the speed limit.  The stores are trendy,
over-priced and pretentious.  Every other store front is a gaudy boutique
with entirely too much pink shit in the window.  They have a store that
sells nothing but clothes for DOGS.  Not clothes for pets, not clothes for
cats AND dogs, just dogs.  I fucking hate it.  So of course Tiffany loves
it.  But I think I can find something to do to make it fun....
   "Well now aren't you being the generous one today!" Tiffany exclaims,
her sour disposition vanishing instantly.  "Where's this sudden burst of
kindness coming from that you would give up your Saturday to spend it with
two women at the Galleria?" She's still wearing only a towel, and given the
tone of her voice I'm sure I could walk over and have my way with her right
now, but I have other plans for the load I'm carrying around right now.
   "Well I honestly don't want to go, but I couldn't find a picture of a
puppy to show you." I quip on my way out the bedroom door.  I look back and
my wife has a look that is equal parts laughter and anger.  Score one for
the home team....
   On our way to breakfast, and almost entirely during breakfast, my wife
talks on the phone to her best friend Susan.  Apparently Susan loves the
Spa where I plan on dropping Tiffany off at so she's going to meet us up
there.  She has some gift certificates too, which is good because that
place is expensive.  It has delusions of extravagance and elegance; I think
it's pompous and tacky.  It looks like it was designed and built by a
color-blind Kardashian, only with less taste.  She yammers away on the
phone while I get to subtly flirt and leer at my new sex kitten.  She loves
the attention, I love giving it to her.  Krissy picks up on my not to
subtle hints that when Tiff and Susan go to the spa that I would like it if
she came with me to "help me pick out Christmas presents" for my wife,
sister and mother.  I know what I want for Christmas; it's wrapped up
between the thighs of the hot preteen sitting across the table from me,
shooting devilishly coy looks at me in between bites of strawberry soaked
pancakes.  I want her so bad my dick is practically trying to detach itself
from me to get after her; at least that's what it feels like.  My cock
ACHES for her.  Any guy who has done a few lines of coke and then found
himself unable to finish knows the feeling.  I am so taken and hungry for
her that everything else around me is muted.  The rest of the world is just
a black and white movie without sound, it's boring and bland.  The Pope
could assfuck Mother Teresa on the table next to me and I wouldn't notice.
(Hey...  I'm already going to hell for fucking my underage cousin.  What's
a little sacrilege at this point?)
   We finish breakfast and head over to the spa.  It's a treacherous drive
through a slalom of minivan driving soccer moms that would apparently
rather drive 10 miles under the speed limit than put down their smart
phones and Starbucks.  All I want to do is get to the spa and drop my wife
off so I can tongue fuck the pussy of the twelve year old sitting less than
3' behind me, but I can't because some Botox filled cunt won't.  Get.  The.
FUCK.  OUT.  OF.  MY.  FUCKING.  WAY!  FUUUCK!
   And Susan was 20 minutes late.  Bitch....
   When Susan finally pulls up into the parking lot I realize that Tiffany
has been talking to me for...well, for a long time and I have no idea what
she has been saying.  I've been in full-on "Uh-huh....really?
.....wow...yea....uh-huh..." mode that I usually get into when she talks to
me during hockey games (Ladies, by the way, if you're reading this...don't
talk to us during sports.  It's annoying and we aren't listening anyways.)
But this time I haven't been thinking about hockey, but tangy sweet pussy
instead.  As she finally gets out of the car she leans over to kiss me and
I have to comply, I hope this doesn't upset Krissy too much.  Tiffany turns
around and gives Krissy a guilty look and tells her to remember what she
said.  Probably something about what I should buy her for Christmas. 
Whatever.
   Finally free of the wife Krissy slides up into the front seat and we are
holding hands like boyfriend and girlfriend before I'm even out of the
parking lot.  Still holding my hand she leans over and hugs my arm causing
my hand to come to rest on top of her thigh.  If she were a real kitten she
would be purring right now, instead she's just a sex kitten, and I'm ok
with that.
   I know exactly where I'm going.  Across from the mall is a shitty little
plaza where a Circuit city used to be a few years back.  It's been closed
for years and around back is the loading dock.  It's one of those that
slope downward and is covered by a large canopy.  The hillside in the back
and trees on the side mean that the only way any one is going to see us is
if they drive down the ramp and park next to us.  It's one way so traffic
has to drive behind the row of stores in one direction and this is the last
place in the plaza.  Even better they've been doing work on the water
system back here so there are some large steel plates every 20 feet to
cover the holes dug up, every time you drive over one it makes a loud
metallic `clank' against the blacktop.  These will work as an alarm as
anyone who is coming I'll be able to hear coming.  But it's Saturday, so I
doubt there will be any deliveries back here today.  I found it a year ago
when Tiffany and I had some drinks at the pretentious restaurant nearby and
decided to act like teenagers and fuck in the car like we used to.
   We park and I realize that we haven't said a word to each other since
Tiffany got out of the car.  I'm so turned on I haven't been able to
verbalize any words for about an hour now and Krissy probably has no idea
what to say at this point.  When I put the car in park and look over at her
she gives me a look that is equal parts anticipation, nervousness and lust.
She's biting her bottom lip and fidgeting a little.  I forget for a moment
how bad I want to taste her and I remember how much I have come to love
her. She really is so beautiful, so cute...  we lean in to each other and
embrace in way only new couples can.  She has that intoxicating smell of
preteen girl that I love so much: Scented Chapstick mixed with fruity
shampoo and......  some other magic component that makes me crazy with
lust. We make our way into the backseat and lay down, albeit uncomfortably.
This isn't what I had in mind for this, she deserves better than being
groped and manhandled in the backseat of a car.  Hell, she deserves better
than me.  But right now she doesn't seem to think any less of the situation
or of me thankfully.
   We are making out fairly heavily when in order to get more comfortable I
pass my hand near the button of her jeans and she jumps suddenly kicking
off her shoes and pulling on my shirt in anticipation that I was about to
remove her pants.  I hadn't really realized it till then but she was really
worked up, and she's pressing her mouth hard into mine.  I reach my hand
between her denim covered thighs and press the palm of my hand over her
crotch.  I can actually feel the heat through her jeans!  She groans loudly
at the touch of my hand on her mound, reflexively she thrusts herself into
my hand and begins to grind against it.  With each grind of her pelvis her
legs open a little more and her breath becomes more erratic, at this rate
we are both going to cum before we even get our clothes off.  Within
seconds there are clothes coming off in rapid succession.  Her shoes and
socks, my shirt.  Her shirt, my shoes and socks....  It's not long before
we are both stark naked, wiggling and writhing into each other.  Her flesh
is so soft and warm that I once again finding I wish I had more hands. 
Lustfully our mouths meet and our bodies roam and twist into each other. 
She starts to sit up and pushes me back into the middle of the seat and
begins to mount me, I can tell what she's doing.  She wants to grind into
me like she did last night.  She needs release.  She NEEDS to get off.  I
smile and hold her back from mounting me fully, bringing a small look of
lust and frustration to her face.  I can tell she's desperate for
stimulation, and she has no idea what she's about to get.  I grab her under
her arms and swing her around while moving myself of the seat and lay her
down on her back.  I can tell she's not sure what is about to happen but
she offers no resistance, her body is absolute putty in my hands.  I run my
hands up her thighs and back down to her knees grabbing the inside of each
knee and pushing them back and apart.  My face is less than 6 inches away
and I can see her puffy mound is flushed and pink.  Her scent is amazing
and I pause to take in the image of this prepubescent pussy spread out
before me just glistening with anticipation, swollen from desire.  My hands
are still holding her knees apart and back and I see she is looking down on
me and breathing erratically, her cute little tummy quivering slightly.  As
I lick my lips and start o move in to taste my first little girl pussy. 
She holds her breath in anticipation.
   When my tongue met her pussy I think my brain melted a little.  She
gasped and groaned so sweetly that the earth stood still to take notice. 
Her hips thrust forward mechanically, shoving herself into my willing
mouth. I greedily lapped her juice from inside of her.  Her hips are
bucking and thrashing around, not in great big movements big in small
sporadic thrusts.  I could tell her body was acting instinctively, the way
one does when they are being tickled.  Krissy was smiling from ear to ear
and the sounds coming from her were equal parts laughter, joy and ecstasy.
She tried to say things but they just came out as incomprehensible groans.
Her tummy was twitching and rippling.  I feel like Winnie the Pooh with a
honey pot, I want to lick every bit of her delicious, gooey girl juice from
her tiny slit.  She is squealing and moaning softly.  The giggling and
cooing coming from her are noises girls her age just shouldn't make.  I let
go of the back of her knees and let her legs fall over my shoulders limp. I
run my hands over the incredibly soft skin of her belly and chest.  I'm
using long deep lashes with my tongue into her puffy slit.  She still
lightly convulses and gently squirms in response to affections of my mouth.
I continue to rub my hands over her pristine body, my god she just feels
sexy.  She tastes incredible.  Her scent is mesmerizing.  The sounds she
makes drive me further into lust and longing for more....  More of
everything, more of all of her.  It's almost sensory overload.  She's had
enough; it's time to make her cum in my mouth.  Dear god I can't wait till
I feel her cum in my mouth.  I grab to handfuls of her chubby butt and
smash my tongue into the top of her pussy, making it fat and wide.  Keeping
my tongue flat against her little clit I move it in quick circles, keeping
constant pressure on her clit with my rough tongue.  She's been worked up
for awhile and I don't expect her to last long under this type of direct
stimulation, and she doesn't.  Her head goes back as she takes in huge
gasps of air, body is contracting and stiffening as her legs clamp down
around my head nestled between her creamy thighs.  Her whole body contacts
and stiffens; the only movements are small pulses that seem to start inside
her tummy and fly outwards like ripples across water.
   She cums into my open mouth and I lick every drop up like it's the
nectar of the gods and for all intents and purposes, to me that is exactly
what it is.  With my lips still sealed to her pussy she looks down at me
and whispers in an out of breath and husky voice she says "Oh my god...that
feels sooo amazing.  I feel tingly aaaaaall over!" Her high pitched teenage
girl voice mixes with a deep feeling of satisfaction to produce a sound in
her voice that is ethereal.  "It feels so weird inside me!" Like...right
here (she points to a point just below her belly button) feels so warm and
...and ..and I don't know..!" she blurts out in contented exasperation.
   I want to be inside her so bad it actually aches.  My dick is harder
than cast iron.  The incredible amount of blood pumping through it makes it
feel heavy and pressurized, like it will explode any second if I don't
shove it in that tiny pink pussy in front of me.  I look at Krissy and I
know she would let me too; she saw enough of the videos we watched to know
what comes next.  Hell, she not only would let me but from the look in her
eye I think she wants me to fuck her.  But I can't, not here, not in the
back of a car.  I won't take her virginity so lightly, even if she doesn't
yet know the value of it.  I repeat my exercise of rubbing just the tip in
between her swollen pink folds, stroking the base of my cock as I do.  This
time Krissy is sitting upright rather than laying down, so she has a much
better view of the tip of my dick slipping inside her.  She squirms with
lust; she yearns for me to penetrate her I can tell.  The heat coming from
her is incredible; the sensation on my dick is incredible.  I know I won't
last long.  Krissy makes sure I don't:
   "Please cum on me....just like that..." she says in an innocent voice
that betrays the obscene request."Just like that baby..." Once again she is
mimicking the words I whispered to her the first time she came on my lap.
The little teen girl spread open in front of me and asking me to cum on her
is too much and I spray her chest and stomach with a load that drains me to
my core.  Four solid ropes of cum splash onto her immature tits and tummy,
a fifth barely makes it out and drools down the base of my cock and onto
the carpet in the car.  I am breathing heavily, and I feel like I could
sleep for a week.  Krissy however is laughing.
   "You make funny faces when you shoot the stuff.  You should see your
face!" she laughs.  She makes an over dramatic and comical rendition of my
"O" face that even makes me laugh out loud.  We are cousins, naked in the
back seat of a car and covered in each other's cum, laughing and giggling
at each other.  Still smothered in my semen I pull her mouth to mine and
kiss her passionately and deeply.  I lean my forehead against hers and hold
her cheek in my hand.
   "I love you so much Kristina Marie" I tell her.
   "I...I..  Love you, too." She says shyly, and then blushes with
embarrassment for having said it out loud.  She willingly spread herself
open to let me taste her, all but begged me to fuck her and then asked me
to cum on her.  She is currently naked in my car and covered in semen that
is running down her chest and tummy in an incredibly nasty and pornographic
way.  And she doesn't get embarrassed until she says "I love you"
   How incredibly fucking adorable is that?!  
  
Kristina3