Filename: FamilyReunion.txt

Title: My Family Reunion

Author: Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes: mg+

Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Anal, 1st, Inc

Summary:  If there was one thing that made my summers unpleasant it was
an annual two-week family reunion where I needed to be anywhere else.
Being the only middle teen in my extended clan, and the oldest boy in a
collection of giggly little brats, made me the focus of all the older
relatives' jokes about growing up and girls, and my much younger female
cousins' pitiful attempts at preschool play.  I hated the idea of
sitting at the 'kiddies' table to eat my meals, and detested the idea
that I'd have to play along when the girls wanted to have a tea party.
But it was what I learned about my cousins during one summer reunion
that made me have a new appreciation for them, and for the rest of my
life with lots of younger female relatives.

Copyright: 2013

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"Come on, Mom ... Dad!  Why do I have to go again?"

"Because your relatives and younger cousins want you to be there, and as
proud parents we wanna show you off.  In spite of what you may believe,
Kyle, they wanna visit with and be with you.  They love you."

"But there isn't anyone going who's my age.  I'll be the only older
teen, and the only young guy there the entire time."

"What's wrong with that?  Besides ... just because you're fifteen it
doesn't mean you don't have an obligation to spend time with your
relatives, Kyle ... especially your younger cousins."

"But I'll be bored out of my mind just sitting there looking at the
walls, or reading some dumb comic book grampa or grandma found in a used
book store they thought I might like, and I quit reading comic books
when I was ten.  Since you two won't let me go hiking on their ranch or
camp out like the cowboys used to by myself all I get to do is hang
around the main house where everyone else is and just be bored out of my
mind."

"Good gosh, Kyle.  You make it sound as if two weeks is a life sentence.
Can't you put aside your own personal ambitions and crappy attitude long
enough to visit with people who love you?"

"But I don't *want* to be loved by a bunch of married women who just
wanna embarrass me or say stuff that's gonna make me feel stupid, or by
my older uncles and grandfather who try as hard as they can to embarrass
me about the girls I'm gonna meet now that I'm going to high school this
next year, or a whole bunch of little girls who wanna kiss me, and do
stupid stuff like play house, or tea party, or dumb things like that."

"Ha, ha ... so you think you're the only teen boy on the planet who has
aunts who think you're cute and wanna tease you and give you lots of
hugs and kisses?"

"Gross, Dad!"

"Oh, yeah ... right.  So I guess you hate it when your uncles point out
how good looking they think you are, and wanna make jokes about how
often teen girls are the topic of conversation in your bedroom with your
other friends, right?"

"But I'm fifteen already."

"We don't care if you're twenty five, young man.  Going to our family
reunion means more to your extended family, and especially your younger
cousins, than you can possibly imagine."

"But I'm the only one everybody picks on.  Why can't they pick on
somebody else, like maybe one of my cousins, or an uncle, or somebody
else?"

"Because you're old and mature enough to handle the abuse, that's why.
Besides, girls don't handle kidding as well as boys do, and a younger
girl is gonna be devastated if her relatives focus on her for more than
a minute.  Girls and boys are built differently, and you're the lucky
one who gets to put up with all the attention.  Besides ... it isn't
likely you're the only one who gets a little ribbing.  You're just the
only one *you* know of who feels put upon.  Trust me on this, because
each of us is fair game when my brother, your Uncle Steve, and your
mom's younger sister, Aunt Trudy, start picking on the rest of us."

"But it isn't fair!  I don't wanna be any body's focus, or have every
little girl's attention in the entire family."

My Mom then piped up and proceeded to finish what my Dad started.

"Oh, good gosh, Kyle.  Why is it so hard for you to accept that lots of
your relatives love you and want to be affectionate?  You act as if your
grandmother and aunts wanting to give you lots of hugs and kisses is
some kind of crime.  You also know your younger cousins wanna see and be
around you a lot too, because they adore and look up to you.  If it were
hundreds of teen girls at your school you'd be walking around with a big
head and acting as if you were the greatest thing to walk on two legs
since some rocker came to town.  It's only half a dozen little girls and
your aunts who wanna smooch with you and give you lots of snug
embraces."

"Come on!  I'm not into making out with little girls, Mom."

"Oh, for goodness sake, Kyle.  You make it seem as if kissing and
hugging little girls will give you cooties or some weird disease.  All
they're doing is playing, and being cute, and trying to act more grown
up around someone they truly admire and have delightful little girl
fantasies about.  The girls in your school act the same way, and you
don't seem to mind when they're close enough to kiss you."

The thought of me being a bunch of elementary school girls' nighttime or
bedroom fantasy didn't sit well with me at the moment, but my mom wasn't
quite finished yet.

"Besides, your Grampa and Uncle Steven don't seem to mind having all of
your cousins hanging all over them and kissing their cheeks and lips.
Your cousins are perfectly willing to treat them like they wanna treat
you if you're not gonna be polite enough to tolerate all their affection
and attention.  Thankfully those guys will probably be the only two who
are brave enough to tickle and wrestle with your cousins until they're
happy, cuddly, and wanna be little love bugs for the rest of our
reunion."

"Yeah, but ... when Christy and Jessica get together and start to act
like they're my girlfriend or something they're like all super mushy and
shhh ... stuff."

Rather than focus on what I had a difficult time contending with my Mom
immediately focused on what I was about to say.

"You watch your language, young man!  If I hear you utter a single foul
word in your cousins' presence, or at *any* time, I'll drag you to the
kitchen and wash your mouth out with soap!"

For me to slip just a little bit and almost say 'shit' in front of my
parents had to be because of my half-crazed panicked condition, and I
was truly convinced my Mom would carry out her threat if someone even
whispered that I'd let anyone hear me use a word that wasn't considered
polite.  I'm not sure it was such a good thing for her to resume her
prior line of thinking.

"Why can't you just accept that your younger cousins adore you, Kyle?
It isn't a crime to have a little girl fan club, you know."

"But, they're just in elementary school, Mom!  It isn't right for guys
my age to make out with little girls."

"Oh, yeah?  Mrs. Cartright from the next street over doesn't seem to
have that problem with her two boys, and they've been more than a little
willing to kiss every girl on the street, and even practice playing
doctor behind the bushes, no matter how young they are."

"But those guys are weirdos, Mom.  They're not supposed to like the
really young girls, like my cousins, just the ones their own age."

My dad finally piped up after listening to me and my mom argue for a
while and shared his extensive wisdom.

"You're gonna find out one of these days that having a little girlfriend
or a much younger girl who adores you isn't such a bad thing after all,
Kyle.  If you're mature, gentle, and treat her with respect a little
girl can be just as loving and special as any girl your own age.  She
might even help you get over your shyness around the hot older girls in
your school, and that would be pretty useful when it comes time to ask a
girl out on a date, or to a school dance."

He then turned to my mom, winked at her, leered at me with a half grin
on his face, and spoke to me in a whisper as if he didn't want her to
hear what he was saying.

"Besides ... I had my *own* little girlfriend when I was your age,
Kyle, and she's turned out to be quite the catch.  The fact that she's
your mother should be proof that little girls grow up to be big girls
soon enough, right son?"

The more I thought about my dad kissing my mom when she was eight or
nine made me want to go to my room so I could hide, because I didn't
want any of my friends to find out what I just did.  For my Dad to then
insinuate that he'd treated her like a real girlfriend when she was just
in elementary school made me shudder.  But for me to even begin to think
about him pushing his high school hand into her panties when she was in
third or fourth grade made me want to cut my own throat.  Just the idea
that my dad would be eager to fondle an elementary school girl with no
titties and a hairless baby cunny made me have a much different view of
him, and my mom.  My friends would freak out if they found out, too.

I tried my best for about ten more minutes to get out of having to go on
the trip, but I wasn't successful, and I eventually realized that I'd
need to run away from home before my parents left so I could join the
French Foreign Legion.  Unfortunately I had to help them pack the car
for the trip, and before I knew it I was sitting in the back seat and
trying my best to figure out how to endure two weeks of 'loving abuse'
by my older relatives, and also an endless barrage of hugs and kisses
from a bunch of little girls.

My parents did everything they could to make me feel worse on the long
drive to my grandparent's ranch in Arizona, and they seemed truly
ecstatic when some stupid song would come on the radio so they could
sing as loud as they could and act like children.  It was all I could do
to sit in the back seat and try to think of a way to jump out of the car
at highway speed and not be killed in the process.  My mom even scooted
closer to my dad after he sang a song that she must have liked, and she
pulled his arm over her head and around her shoulder so he could rub her
body in front until she started acting all super kissy and stuff, even
while he was driving.

But it was what I heard when they thought I was sleeping in back about
two hours later that made my heart race and stomach churn at the same
time.  The sounds of a pair of girl's panties being pulled down under
her dress is the same anywhere in the world, whether they belong to a
hot fourteen year old with cute titties ... or my mom.

For her to be whimpering into my Dad's right ear while the front bench
seat squeaked back and forth, and for me to hear the unmistakable sound
of a guy's finger squishing around really far between a girl's legs
added to my torture.  For my Dad to be fingering my Mom, while he was
driving, and where I could hear it, made me think and feel stuff that
got my head all twisted around and forced my body to react in ways I
wasn't prepared for.

I guess the ultimate was when my mom had that really good feeling my
friends in school said girls can have sometimes, because it almost
sounded like she was crying and moaning into my dad's neck when it
happened.  For my mother to call my father 'daddy' in a pretend little
girl voice proved my dad must have liked little girls a lot when he was
my age.  I was really surprised and hoped the police didn't find out.

In spite of my ambivalence at what was about to happen I still had fond
memories of spending a little time to myself at Grampa Carl's ranch, at
least before my younger cousins began to chase after me with thoughts of
kissing me all the time.  The place was huge, and there were plenty of
neat distractions and cool places to explore for a young boy who wanted
to hide away from lots of little girls and mushy older aunts, as long as
my parents gave me permission.

If I was lucky I'd be able to live through the first hour of hugs,
kisses, embarrassing stories about how big I've gotten, how big my shoes
were, and how many girlfriends I probably had because of what that
implied.  I never understood what the big deal was, anyway, because my
feet aren't really that big, and I'm just an average guy all around.
Once past the barrage of emotional turmoil I'd most likely have a chance
to sneak away from the main house and disappear to one of the barns or
ranch houses they owned within an hour's walk.

By the time my cheeks had been kissed, pinched, and cupped by every
woman in the house at least five times, and my ribs hurt from being
hugged like some oversize Teddy Bear, I was ready to make good on my
escape.  Unfortunately along with the adult abuse I had to lower my
height until I was kneeling in front of my older relatives so the next
round of hugs, kisses, and cooing could be repeated by the rest of the
much younger female contingent in my extended family.

Just as it happened the year before the same two cousins, Christy and
Jessica, now eight and nine, were like living glue and attached their
small bodies to my hips the moment I stopped moving, or they plopped
their butts onto my thighs when I was lucky enough to find a place where
I thought I'd be able to sit by myself.  They were even worse than the
previous year, because they'd grown up enough to start wearing a little
bit of makeup, more 'girly' clothes, had developed a little more in the
titty area than I expected, and acted as if all their new enhancements
would somehow make them far more appealing and irresistible to me.

It took some doing, and lots of courage on my part, but I was able to
work my way out of their grasp long enough to go pee almost two hours
after we'd arrived.  What seemed truly bizarre was when Jessica, the
nine year old, wanted to go with me and share the potty so we could be
together even more.  The laughs, jokes, and lewd comments by my older
relatives went up about ten times when my Aunt Trudy heard her niece ask
me if she could go with me to the bathroom.  For me to make my way
behind the closed door by myself was a real accomplishment and surprise.

By the time I had my shorts around my knees and was doing my best to
ignore everything I heard beyond the closed bathroom door my face was
burning from being as embarrassed as if I'd gone to school without my
pants on.  My pride had been reduced to nothing more than dirt, and I
had to put up with all the adults making lots of dirty jokes about so
many little girls wanting to get as close to me in my privacy as they
could.  I even heard at least two of my cousins tap on the doorknob and
whisper for me to unlock it so they could come in.  For me to stand in
front of the commode while I had my dick in my hand and imagine so many
little girls anxious to be with me in there was embarrassing to the max.

Talk about inhumanity.

My first round of abuse hadn't even been considered successful when I
unlocked the bathroom door and emerged from hiding, because moments
after the portal was swung open and wide I had a whole gaggle of little
girls lunge into my hips so they could give me a hug.  That was bad
enough, but for their combined strength and ambition to force me
backward into the bathroom, and onto my ass, was yet another form of
indignity that I had to tolerate.

But the ultimate in my torture was when one of the two six year olds,
Charlene, or Charlie as we all called her, made her way past a pile of
bodies over and around me, walked to the commode, pulled her panties
down, lifted her dress, and then spoke loud enough for everyone in the
main room of the house to hear her.

"Cousin Kyle ... help me go peepee."

The laughter in the other room went up about a thousand times.  At least
four adults were leaning through the open bathroom door and staring down
at me while I was trying to recover my dignity and climb out from under
a small congregation of elementary followers.  To add yet more to my
embarrassment the adults were ogling and laughing at me as I tried to
wrestle my way out from under so many small but strong female bodies.
My Aunt Trudy then made certain I felt as low as a snake's belly in a
wheel rut by calling my mom to the door.

"Carla!  Charlie wants Kyle to help her go potty!"

My mom showed up just in time for me to be sitting up trying to get one
last little girl off my chest with Charlie's bare puddin close enough to
touch if was foolish enough, and then my mother uttered words that added
yet more to my predicament.

"Well, I think it would do my son a little good to be responsible for
one of his younger cousins for a change.  Kyle ... you help Charlie, and
any of your other cousins, go potty.  Make sure they wash their hands
when they're done, and treat them with the same respect and love they
wanna give you."

And with that she elbowed the other adults out of the open doorway,
pulled the door closed, and must have shifted my adult audience away
from the portal, because I saw all the shadows disappear along the
bottom edge along the floor.  They'd still be close enough to hear
everything that went on inside that old bathroom, I was sure of it.

Charlie seemed desperate for help, because her voice was the loudest in
my small band of young female cousins.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle!  Help me go peepee!"

And then the other girls added more.

"Then me!"
"I'm after Jessica!"
"No, me before Alissa!"
"Help me go potty too, Cousin Kyle."
"Can I have some kisses, Cousin Kyle?"

The ultimate in humiliation was for me to be sitting on my ass, on the
floor of my grandparent's bathroom, and at eye level with half a dozen
elementary school girls as they pulled their panties down and then hiked
their dresses or skirts up high enough for me to see all their bald
cunnies.  If they were at least thirteen, had titties, and knew how to
make a guy feel good by rubbing and playing with my boner to jack me
off, then I probably would have undone my pants and repeated what all
those little girls had done.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle!  I need to go peepee really bad!"

There was only one way out of the situation, and the bathroom, and it
involved me helping six little girls with their panties around their
ankles and their hairless slits staring back at me, so Charlie was the
first contestant on the potty parade.

By the time she'd finished she was smiling at me, holding her dress high
enough above her waist for me to see all of her tummy, and kept leaning
forward with her lips puckered as if I was supposed to kiss her before
she got up off the commode.  I remembered what my mom told me about
trying to treat the girls nice, so I leaned forward, kissed Charlie,
felt her hands go around my head, and knelt there off-balance in front
of the commode with a little octopus pretending she was making out with
me like we were in the backseat of my Dad's car.

It didn't take long before the rest of the girls were giggling behind
me, and then one of them whispered something that was going to be my
downfall.

"I'm gonna kiss Cousin Kyle even more than Charlie when I'm sitting on
the potty and going pee."

Another girl then said something that sent a burst of electricity up my
spine and right down my cock.

"And when I get to kiss Cousin Kyle I'm gonna let him tickle my peepee."

Once I'd been able to peel the six year old off my face she was smiling,
giggling, and either looking right into my eyes, or around me at her
audience as they pushed forward so they could be next.  I hadn't even
gotten the first little girl off the potty yet and the other girls were
already trying to climb on, but Charlie wasn't finished with me yet.  In
a voice clear and loud enough for everyone in the house to hear she
proved my Mom and Dad had only begun to reveal how popular I was.

"Wipe my peepee, Cousin Kyle."

For Charlie to hold her dress even higher, splay her thighs apart, and
look down at her bald twat confirmed a responsibility that I wasn't
prepared for, no matter how many times my mother hinted I needed to take
care of my younger female cousins.  The little girl actually had to ask
me a second time, this time with tears about to pour out of her eyes and
her voice taking on that typical whimper, for me to surrender to the
impossible notion that I'd have to act like some new daddy while tending
to his baby girl.

"Wipe me, Cousin Kyle."

Some tissue was pulled off the roll, folded up, I positioned my hand
between her bare thighs, cupped her hairless cunny, mushed up around
where her pee-hole was, and did my best to tend to the child like some
pitiful nursemaid as quickly as I could.  What I hadn't anticipated was
for Charlie to squeal, giggle, clamp her chubby thighs around my wrist,
and then proclaim that I'd done more than just dry her puddin loud
enough that the ranch-hands in the next county could hear her.

"Tickles!  You're tickling my peepee!  I like it!"

In my desire to hurry up and get through the ordeal I'd inadvertently
rubbed a bit harder or with more enthusiasm than I'd intended and given
the six year old a thrill she craved even more than the kiss we shared.
I'd stirred a tickle onto the half-dressed child's pud, and she actually
enjoyed my having wiped her privates dry and rubbed her cunny.  Her
sharing the news with the other five, and also the rest of my family
right outside the bathroom door, only added to my embarrassment.

In my mindless confusion I let the paper go, but wasn't able to remove
my appendage, because her legs were clamped down around my forearm, at
least one of her small hands had a death-grip of my wrist, and she was
pulling my fingers tighter to her fat baby cunny.  For her to give me
another quick kiss, rock her bare pud back and forth against my wrist
while tugging on my hand, and then utter three words hinted at two weeks
of utter Hell.

"More tickles, please."

Thankfully the other five girls were just as interested in being where
Charlie was, and their proclamations kept getting louder and louder
until the adults outside were laughing hard enough to further humiliate
me and sound like a professional TV comedian was just outside.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle ... wipe my peepee and tickle me too!"
"Hurry up, Charlie!  Let Cousin Kyle give us tickles on our peepees!"
"I want some tickles on my peepee too, Cousin Kyle!"
"Don't hog Cousin Kyle, Charlie!  We want some tickles on our peepees!"
"I need to go potty bad, Cousin Kyle!"

Patty, the other six year old, seemed to have a genuine need that didn't
involve me molesting an elementary school girl with lots of adults able
to laugh at my predicament, so she needed to be next.  With my bare hand
tight against a six year olds bald cunny, and trying not to look into
Charlie's intense stare, I did my best to sound intelligent as I
whispered to my small and half-naked fan club.

"Patty is the only one who said she really needs to go potty bad, so
everyone else can wait a minute."

The laughter in the other room ceased, and I actually heard my mother
say something that took me by surprise.

"See?  I told you all we needed to do was put Kyle in a responsible
position with his younger cousins, and he'd understand eventually.  I'm
proud of my son, and I think he's going to be a wonderful father for
lots of beautiful little girls some day."

That's when Uncle Steven added a bit more commentary that should have
been kept to himself.

"Yeah ... if he ever has a chance to help an older girl in the bathroom
long enough, he'll have a chance to give her lots of tickles between her
legs that she'll crave for hours and remember for days."

The adults again burst into a round of jubilant laughter, at my expense.

Charlie was helped down, her panties pulled up, and then Patty was
helped up onto the commode.  It was obvious she barely made it in time,
because her ass hadn't come into contact with the smooth white plastic
ring before everyone in the bathroom heard what sounded like a broken
garden hose between her fanny and the water below.  I actually felt bad
for the little girl ... for a moment.

Once the greatest threat had been averted she reached far enough forward
to pull my face close, and the six year old did just as one of the other
girls said and tried to improve upon Charlie's kiss.  For her to wiggle
her tongue between my lips for a moment, disconnect from our kiss with a
broad smile on her face, and then cup her left hand over her mouth as if
she was embarrassed, proved she knew she was acting like a little brat.

Before she had a chance to think too long about repeating her lingual
adventure I gathered a few squares of tissue and wiped her pud.  I must
have anticipated what Patty might try because before she was able to
grip my wrist with her chubby but strong thighs I was able to retrieve
my appendage and then lift her off the commode.  She might have looked
disappointed when I didn't give her cunny a tickle, but she didn't have
much of a chance to say anything before her panties were tugged into
place and the other four girls did their best to be next on the commode.

Jessica was the one who made her way atop the white porcelain throne
before anyone else, and it most likely had to do with her size and
strength, because she was the oldest in that small group at nine.  But
her attitude was far different than I anticipated, because rather than
try to pull my face forward and plant her candy-coated lip-gloss lips
against mine after she'd pulled her skirt above her hips she sat there
for a moment, went pee, and then must have been pretending to be a
little embarrassed about my kneeling so close.

Her head was down, she had a little grin, her face had a deep pink
blush, and she was only able to utter a whisper while the other girls
behind me kept jockeying for position to be next.

"Will you be mad if I wanted you to wipe my peepee too, Cousin Kyle?
You don't gotta if you think I'm acting all dumb, but ... I like it
when you help me do stuff, and I want a tickle too."

Well ... I had to admit her approach was definitely unique, and she was
certainly old enough to develop a creative way to get what she wanted,
so I accepted I was gonna have to do it anyway.  But rather than give
the nine year old a cunny tickle I made sure to have some tissue between
my hand and her hairless pud, cupped her plump rubbery cunny, pushed up
into her tight slit with a finger under the paper, and worked my digit
back and forth rather than shift the tissue around.

What I didn't anticipate was for Jessica's hips to twitch and for her to
jerk around in tiny shifts as if my caresses had an effect on her.  Her
eyes came open wide, her mouth a little bit, she stared into my gaze,
and she seemed mystified that I could offer something as delightful as
a gentle rub.  She must have believed I was going to treat her as I
always had and rush through the ordeal before she could enjoy it.

My tactic backfired.  After I dropped the tissue, and before I removed
my fingers from against her tender underneath, Jessica clamped her
thighs together, and then she used one hand to keep my appendage in
place where I'd never put my fingers before, at least on such a young
girl's body.

For me to do that with one of my own cousins was beyond anything my
parents or adult relatives would have thought was polite.  Then again,
between my dad's admission that my mom was just a little girl when she
started to be his girlfriend, and the way everyone outside the bathroom
kept laughing about me giving my younger cousins rubs and tickles inside
their panties, I couldn't really be sure *how* they'd react if they
found out I did it more than once ... or six times.

With Jessica tugging against my hand so hard, and nothing between my
fingers and her cunny, we both felt something that we weren't supposed
to know about until I was with an older teen, and she'd grown up enough
to have her first real boyfriend, even if her own parents never found
out she'd wanted to put a boy's hand so close to her little girl parts.

No matter what I did with my fingers, or where I tried to move them, I
was either going to stick my digits into the dirty water under her ass,
or touch her bald cunny.  For her to pull my hand up and force it into
her nether lips confirmed she preferred I didn't get my fingertips wet.

She stared into my eyes and seemed to need to say something, but for the
first time since she'd been trying to hug the stuffing out of me or kiss
my lips raw she sat there silent and her body trembled.  I knew she was
either horrified my fingers were touching her privates or might have
felt a sense of tremendous accomplishment at getting to do more than
Charlie and Patty.

When I tugged against her strong grip she whimpered at me, pulled my
hand tighter against her cunny, and whispered only loud enough for me to
hear what she was thinking.

"Please, Cousin Kyle?  I love you, and I want you to make me feel good."

I don't know what possessed my fingertips to do it, but for the next
couple of seconds I caressed the rubbery softness of her bald pussy and
tickled at her tight slit until I was able to tease at least my middle
fingertip a tiny bit into her pee hole.  There had only been one other
girl who let me push the tip of my finger into such a tender and private
place on her body, and Mary-Jo White was very tolerant of my curiosity.

That brazen and bold junior high girl had felt my digits inside her
panties at least twice before, once in the back of science class while
we were supposed to be watching a film about genetics and DNA, and
Mary-Jo was wearing a cute short skirt that had a tendency to get even
shorter when I was sitting next to her, and the other time at a junior
high dance when she and I were hiding behind the bleachers where a local
high school rock group was giving a concert at Tom Watkins Junior High.

Each time she let me wiggle the tip of at least one finger a little ways
into the snug, wet, and very hot recesses of her aching and trembling
body, and I must have made her feel good too, because she said she was
willing to let me do it as many times as I wanted if we got a chance
afterward.  We never had that opportunity before that school year ended,
and because she lived in a nicer neighborhood the blessed event never
came about.  I certainly wasn't brave enough to knock on her parent's
front door so I could spend some quiet time with at least one of my
hands inside such a permissive fourteen year olds underpants.

Jessica's eyes were half-closed, her bottom lip was sucked between her
teeth, her grip around my wrist increased a little bit, and she actually
pulled against my hand as if she liked what I was doing.  For me to keep
working the tip of my finger between her hairless cunny lips and wiggle
around until I felt her flinch and then sit a little bit taller was more
than a little stupid.  For about five seconds she sat there staring into
my eyes as I knelt between her knees, half of my fingertip ensconced in
the private opening of a nine year old who was foolish to let me get
that far.

It was only the sound of one of my other younger cousins, Alissa, who
needed to go pee that convinced me I needed to withdraw my fingertip and
try to act as if nothing had happened.

"Hurry up, Jessica!  I gotta go pee too, and I want Cousin Kyle to give
me a whole bunch of tingles on my peepee."

Jessica stared at me after my digit was allowed to slip out of her tight
cunny, I sat back on my heels, and she actually pushed her own hand
between her legs and must have been either checking to see if I'd hurt
her, or she was wiggling one of her own fingertips into the same snug
opening my digit just vacated.

It took a few more seconds, but eventually Jessica was coaxed off the
potty by Alissa, the seven year old went pee, I helped wipe her bald
cunny, didn't touch her like I did Jessica, and then finished my duties
as private bathroom attendant for Becky and Christy.

By the time every one of them had finished I was shaking hard enough
that I thought one of the adults would see what I'd done just by looking
at my face.  The girl's hands and mine were washed, at least two of them
kept insisting that I kiss them before anyone open the bathroom door,
and I felt as if my life was nearly over.

It was only after I stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main
living area with all the other adults staring at me that I felt guilty
enough to provide a little of what I'd done, just so I couldn't be
accused of trying to hide what could have happened.  With a small group
of elementary school girls surrounding me I walked up to my mom, tried
to look her in the eyes for as long as possible, and then spoke in a
quivering voice that proved I'd done something wrong.

"I, uhhh ... I helped my cousins go potty, just like they asked, Mom."

She rose from her chair, reached out to me, wrapped me in a big hug,
turned to the side, pulled me with her toward Aunt Trudy, and then
positioned me in front of my mom's younger sister as if I had some
explaining to do.

Aunt Trudy stared into my eyes, waited about two seconds, and then
lunged forward as if she might want to start beating me to death.  What
I felt a moment later, instead of my early demise, were her arms all the
way around my body, just like my Mom had done.

For the next minute or two all of the adults did their best to both
humiliate and praise me for having helped six little girls pull their
panties down, go pee, give them a little tickle to help allay their
fears, and then wash their hands.  If anyone found out I'd had my middle
fingertip inside cousin Jessica's pussy they'd string me up and roast me
over a fire, and leave me to be eaten by the coyotes.

Even Jessica was nervous for a while, and she kept staring at me from
beyond her group or across the room as if I might lunge toward her, rip
her panties to the floor, and then rape her in front of everyone.  At
least, that's what I could see in her eyes.  I had no desire to find out
what was on her mind, because I wanted to see my sixteenth birthday, or
at least the end of the summer.

Since everyone had enjoyed abusing me for the first three hours of our
family reunion I thought it might be time for me to make an exit.  After
all, nobody could claim I'd kept myself hidden all that time.

"Mom ... Dad?  Can I go outside for a while and walk around?"

They looked at me for a moment, must have realized they needed to give
me at least the appearance of some of my lost pride back, and then
nodded to each other before my mom whispered.

"Just don't go too far, because we're gonna eat dinner in a little
while."

"Alright."

I'd been able to walk far enough toward the front door to believe I
might actually have a chance to get away from my youngest tormentors
when Jessica ran up to me, grabbed my left arm, spun me around, and then
did her best to talk to her mother while keeping me from leaving the
room.

"Mommy ... can I go with Cousin Kyle and play with him outside?"

All that did was begin an instantaneous nuclear chain reaction that
involved the rest of the girls doing their best to be where Jessica was.

"Yeah!  Can I go too, Mommy?"
"I wanna go play with Cousin Kyle too!"
"Let's go to the barn and play in the hayloft!"
"I wanna hold Cousin Kyle's hand!"
"Mommy, I'm gonna be Cousin Kyle's girlfriend first, okay?"

The adults let out yet another round of laughter, and I could tell the
moment I looked into my parent's eyes that I wasn't going to have any
chances at solitude for the next two weeks.  But it was what Aunt Trudy
said that confirmed I had more than my own future to look out for.

"Kyle ... you're responsible for your cousin's safety when you take
them outside to go play.  Make sure they don't get their dresses dirty,
but don't treat them as if they can't do anything fun.  If they take
their dresses off they can act like little tom-boys, but until then you
need to help them stay clean.  Just ... enjoy your time with your
cousins, and be their favorite boyfriend for a little while, okay?"

I was a defeated fifteen year old.  What the heck could I do?

With everyone looking right at me, including six eager little girls who
wanted to hug me, hold my hands, kiss my lips, and beg me to tickle them
in places that would get me into trouble for years, I stared back into
Aunt Trudy's gaze, accepted that I had no other choice, and nodded.

My mother practically jumped from where she was to where I was standing
near the front door, and then hugged the air from my lungs after she
pushed my cousins out of the way.  But it was what she whispered into my
right ear away from the other adults that seemed strange.

"Thank you for making your cousins happy, Kyle.  They love you very
much, and if you'll let them they'll show you that little girls can make
a fifteen year old ... a young man feel very good."

She then pushed me away from her body, dusted my shirt off, and then
spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Now, go outside, play with your cousins, and have a good time, Kyle."

This time rather than the adults cackling and laughing hard enough to
nearly break the windows it was my cousins squealing and giggling like
little girls who were going to have the time of their lives.

A minute later I had a small congregation of little bodies around me as
we walked toward the barn where all manner of domesticated farm animal
wasn't expecting to have their own lives turned upside down.  Rather
than Christy acting in a bold manner as she had in the past it was
Charlie who took my right hand and smiled up into my face as if she'd
just won the grand prize in a national cereal contest.  In spite of how
I'd felt before our arrival I had to admit the little girl looked cute
adoring her older cousin.

Jessica might have looked at me a few minutes before as if I wanted to
rape her with all the adults around to see it, but after we were no more
than two steps away from the front door she had my left hand in her
right, was squeezing it tight enough to hurt, and was staring up into my
face as if she thought I was some rock star or teen idol.  The little
girl actually looked hypnotized as we made our way across the grassy
lawn of my grandparent's yard toward the tall wooden fence that
separated it from the working part of their place.

Christy, Patty, Alissa, and Becky had to settle for holding onto the
belt loops of my jeans or walk so close to the front of my body that I
was almost tripping half of the time.  It was almost impossible for me
to move in any direction with so many little bodies so close to mine,
other than toward the ground, but I managed to keep walking far enough
that we made it off the front lawn away from our grandparent's house and
along the dirt road toward the barn.

I might have wanted to turn around to see if any of the adults might be
peeking out of a window and watching what was going on as my fan club
hovered around me like small living human satellites, but I kept looking
forward or taking brief peeks down into half a dozen smiling or nervous
faces instead.

The instant we were past the wide gate that kept the animals in and the
people outside of the beast's domain Alissa, Becky, and Patty took off
toward a place they might have believed had more entertainment value
than a school playground.  All it took was for me to step through one of
the already opened wide doors of the barn to see Patty holding onto the
side rails with one small foot perched on a horizontal rung of a tall
wooden ladder that rose toward the hay loft.

All of them knew they weren't supposed to climb up there on their own,
but if an 'adult' was with them they'd have a chance to tumble to their
heart's content in a mountain of fresh, clean, and loose hay far from
the barn floor.  For the little girl to be ready to bolt up the ladder
if I didn't say anything right away proved at least she wanted to have
the kind of fun her parents normally didn't let her attempt alone.  For
a few of the other girls to be right behind Patty confirmed they wanted
the same thing as one of the youngest two of their group.

Becky was right behind Patty, but it was Jessica who leaned into me and
whispered for permission she knew I wasn't supposed to provide.

"Can we all go play up in the hay loft, Cousin Kyle ... please?"

For her to stare up into my eyes with what looked like total submission
and loyal obedience hinted at the depth of adoration she must have felt
for me.  I was truly torn between arguing with her and the other girls,
and surrendering to their desires so they could have some fun they only
had during our family reunion.  I knew they'd get their clothes dirty,
they'd end up with hay in every part of their dresses, skirts, tops, and
maybe even inside their panties, and I'd be the one who'd get into
trouble because I talked the girls into going into the hay loft.

But the words my parents had shared with me before we left home, and the
thoughts that had been expressed with all of my cousins watching and
able to listen inside my grandparent's house, kept coming back to me
like a repeating echo that I couldn't get out of my head.  It was what
Aunt Trudy had told me just before I walked out of the main house that
seemed both strange and welcoming.

" ... enjoy your time with your cousins, and be their favorite
boyfriend for a little while, okay?"

Jessica then pulled against my arm, forced me to lean toward her so she
could whisper into my left ear, and proved I had no idea just how much
trouble I was going to be in.

"It felt really good when you tickled me before.  If we can I want you
to do it again, okay ... please?"

Since I'd only arrived three hours before there could be only one
'tickle' she could be referring to, and I was more terrified of having
my ass beat black and blue by my father than the brief adventure inside
her thin panties.

She kept staring into my eyes, kept my body tilted to the side toward
hers, and tugged on my left hand as if to hint that I was supposed to
reach down another few inches and slip my fingers under the bottom hem
of her skirt so I could wiggle my middle finger within her panties and
inside her cunny as I had in the bathroom.

There were girls in my school who let just about any guy pull their
panties down and feel them up, and I'd been tempted to exercise a little
bit of male dominance with those sluts and see just how much tender
flesh I'd be able to enjoy without anyone watching, but I never imagined
Jessica could be like those girls.  With her eyes burning holes right
through my soul I was quickly getting the impression that she'd let just
about any guy in my school wiggle his finger into her cunny.

I was both excited and scared to death.  My nine year old cousin may be
a cute young girl when we're around the adults in our family, but it was
apparent she had a dark side that only emerged when nobody was around to
see or find out.

When Patty began to climb the ladder without receiving permission from
me I was about to snap at her and tell her to get down, but she was far
too eager to make her way up.  Within five seconds she'd climbed to the
top, I was staring at her panties the entire time she did so, and the
other girls, except for Jessica, followed right along.  It was only
after Christy was halfway up, and again showing off her underwear
between her thighs, that Jessica tugged on my arm hard enough to force
my face close enough for us to kiss.

Rather than fight her I let her do her best to provide me with a nine
year olds best kiss.  She kissed a lot better than she did the last
time we had a family reunion, and I found myself leaning into her and
pressing my lips in a convincing display of amorous teen passion.  It
didn't last long, but then twenty seconds with a fifteen year olds lips
pressed to a nine year olds mouth was about nineteen seconds too long.

Jessica looked as if she'd just received her first credit card with a
five hundred dollar spending limit.  Her eyes sparkled, her lips were
quivering, she shuddered, and kept looking at me as if I'd just done
something for her that she'd been fantasizing about for eleven and a
half months.

Even after she'd made her way to the wooden ladder, and the other girls
were doing their best to call Jessica and me up, my nine year old kisser
and trouble making cousin-girlfriend kept looking at me rather than
where she was climbing.  To make her display of devotion that much more
plain she stopped about five feet off the ground, kept her feet along
the rung of the ladder toward the outside where the rail was, intended
for me to see between her splayed thighs, and made sure I was looking
right up under her skirt.

"Stay real close to me so I don't get scared, Cousin Kyle, okay?"

I made no attempt to hide where I was looking, and when Jessica saw me
peeking up between her legs, and right at her panties, she cocked her
knees out a little bit, smiled, trembled, and sucked her bottom lip
between her teeth again.  She must have felt tremendous power at that
moment, because she seemed to enjoy commanding her older cousin's rapt
fascination with a young girl's pantied cunny.

Jessica stepped up two more rungs on the ladder, stopped, looked down
along her right side to see how close I was, and where I was looking,
and she cocked her knees out again just like before.  For me to smile
and shift one of my hands up between her legs as if I was reaching for
her panties rather than a higher step made Jessica gasp a little bit and
then push her butt out as if to invite me to touch her.  In a flash of
temptation I was actually considering it, but Christy, Charlie, Becky,
Alissa, and Patty had other ideas.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle!  Hurry up so we can play in the hay!"
"Yeah, come on!"
"Hurry!  I wanna pull my panties down and play with you, Cousin Kyle!"
"Come on, you guys!  Hurry up!"
"It's cool being up here!"

In order to get Jessica to keep going up I stepped up another rung on
the ladder, shifted my right hand up between her legs again, pushed
along the inside of her right thigh under her skirt before I grabbed the
wooden rail hidden by her clothes, and then whispered to her.

"Come on, Jessica."

What she whispered in return wasn't a surprise.

"Just a tiny tickle, Cousin Kyle ... please?"

The openness of the barn, the fact that anyone could potentially see
what I was doing and where I was looking if they looked up, and the fact
that I wasn't smart enough to confirm our privacy forced me to stop,
shiver, look around, and make sure we were truly alone.  After a quick
survey I looked up between her legs, shifted my right hand up along her
thighs, and then rubbed the gusset of her panties back and forth in a
slow and confident manner about half a dozen times.

Jessica was in Heaven, and she actually whimpered and groaned as I
strummed her panty covered cunny.  What seemed strange was that I was
liking the sensation of her underwear and a little wetness that was
along the thickest portion directly under her pee hole.  If I didn't
know any better Jessica wet her panties a little bit because of how much
she liked what I was doing.  I probably could have played with her cunny
for a long time, but the other girls kept insisting Jessica hurry up.

"Come on, Jessica!  We wanna play with Cousin Kyle too and let him give
us tickles inside our panties."

For me to consider giving the nine year old another quick thrill, and
one that I'd probably get into lots of trouble for, was both a surprise
to me, and proved I was beginning to think of my female cousins as just
girls rather than family.  In a flash of excitement I extended all of my
fingers on my right hand, reached around her pussy, cupped the rubbery
softness of it with my thumb between her legs and digits around the
round part in front, and gave her a nice squeeze like the one she gave
my hand while we were walking from the house.

Jessica clamped her thighs around my hand, grunted, pushed her hips
toward the ladder in front of her, and pinned the back of my wrist
between her legs and the inside of her skirt.  But rather than appear
terrified and angry I realized the nine year old liked what I was doing,
because she began to thrust into my hand like she was pretending to have
sex with some lucky guy.  As strange as it seemed at that moment I might
be that lucky guy ... if I was dumb enough to poke one of my cousins.

We were taking too long, and I knew I'd get caught by someone walking
into the barn so they could tend to some genuine activity related to the
domesticated livestock, so I stopped squeezing her cunny and began to
withdraw my hand from around her soft panties, between her thighs, and
away from preteen danger.

"Noooooo!"

For Jessica to whimper only loud enough for me to hear proved she didn't
want her fun to end, but I couldn't just stand there, holding onto the
ladder with one hand, my other hand stuffed between her legs and up
under her skirt, and keep rubbing her cunny all afternoon.  It took some
doing, and she kept pushing her legs hard into the ladder to keep me
from taking my fingers away from her panties, but I had my weight and
gravity to my advantage, where she was pinned against the ladder about
ten feet off the dirty floor of the barn and only had her nine year old
passions to work with.

When she turned her head to the right and looked down she actually saw
me looking up into her gaze with a smile and a wink.  She shivered,
smiled back, and started to move up the ladder again.  To make sure she
knew I wasn't really mad at her, and after she'd stepped up two more
rungs, I slipped my hand up under her skirt again and patted her fanny
and then tickled between her thighs.

"Tee-hee-hee!"

Jessica giggled, but she didn't try to press her legs against my hand a
second time, because she probably began to realize I'd be willing to
play our secret game again ... if we got the chance.

All our other cousins were standing along the heavy railing inside the
loft that kept people and hay from tumbling down from almost twenty feet
off the dirt floor.  Standing that close meant I was able to look up and
stare between each of their legs at various colors or pastels of little
girl panties.  None of them seemed the least troubled about a fifteen
year old teen looking up their dresses and skirts, because all they
seemed interested in was my climbing high enough so I could join them
for some fun in the hay.

After Jessica made her way the rest of the way up she stepped back a few
feet from the edge, pushed her right hand up under her skirt, and had a
look on her face like she was dreaming or something.  None of my other
cousins seemed to notice the nine year old holding her hand some place
private, because all they wanted was to pull me toward a wide flat area
that had about a foot of thick new hay covering it.

It had been only a year since I'd last been there, but it still felt
like the first time when I jumped forward and fell face first into a
thick mattress of green-golden softness.  A second later my ears were
filled with at least five voices squealing and just as many bodies doing
their best to jump on top of me.  Jessica was still standing about five
feet from the ladder with her eyes closed, feet spread apart, right hand
going up and down along the front of her panties as if she was rubbing
herself, and obviously absorbed in her own fun.  Since the other girls
wanted to play I left Jessica alone to enjoy her semi-public
entertainment.

Charlie then proclaimed something that was sure to be repeated.

"Come here, Cousin Kyle.  I want another kiss."

Just like clockwork that started the other four to follow along.

"Then me!"
"Me next!"
"I wanna kiss Cousin Kyle too!"
"Tee-hee-hee!  This is fun!"

I felt really stupid lying on my back, in the hay loft, surrounded by
six, seven, and eight year olds who wanted to practice kissing, and was
sure if I didn't one or possibly all of them, would run back into the
house and complain to my parents that I wasn't willing to play right.

The best thing for me to do, and with the hopes they'd all grow tired of
trying to kiss a fifteen year old after ten minutes, was for me to just
quit fighting what they wanted, get it over with, and then maybe have a
chance to get away long enough to go horseback riding with my Uncle
Steven.  He seemed to be one of the only adult relatives I had who might
understand what I was going through, because he seemed to like to share
stuff with me when nobody else was around.

None of that mattered at the moment, because before I was able to sit up
Charlie jumped onto my hips, landed on my dick, and then threw herself
down against my chest.  A moment later she had my face in her small
hands, and she was doing her best to teach me what she knew about
kissing.  The more she practiced the more sure I was that I was going to
get caught spending more than one or two minutes with my tongue between
her plump young lips and inside her small mouth.

Since I quit fighting and just let Charlie kiss me she seemed to really
enjoy it, and pretty soon she was doing a pretty good job for a six year
old.  I don't know where she learned or who'd been teaching her, but
somebody was definitely helping the child acquire a pretty good level of
skill.  About the only other guy who could have helped Charlie get any
better was Uncle Steven, because just like my mom said he wasn't quite
as squeamish about kissing little girls as I was.  The only other ones
would have to be my other cousins, or maybe her friends from school.

Whomever it was I might have to worry that my six year old cousin would
be eager to start doing the same thing with lots of other guys who might
do or want more than a little playful kissing.  One of the things my
parents and Aunt Trudy asked me to think about was to be responsible for
my younger cousins, ostensibly to protect them from being hurt.  That
obviously meant I needed to have a talk with each, or possibly, all of
my younger cousins to make sure they knew to treat other boys with a lot
less enthusiasm.

For the moment, and for the next two weeks, the only thing I needed to
worry about was a six year old who was getting better at kissing by the
second.  After about a minute of constant lip-lock Charlie pulled back a
little bit, had a broad grin on her face, was blushing, and then
whispered right into my mouth.

"Thanks, Cousin Kyle.  I wanted to kiss you like that for a long time."

"Come on, Charlie!  Quit hoggin' Cousin Kyle!"

It was apparent Christy didn't like having to wait more than a minute.

Each of the girls were permitted to lie down on my chest, hold my face
with their small hands, and press their plump silky lips to my mouth.
When it was Jessica's turn she looked at me with an expression that
could have ignited the hay under my back in a second.  She must have
still been really horny, because rather than just lie down anywhere she
spread her knees apart enough for me to see her panties again, knelt
down with her knees outside my legs, looked down her body as she leaned
forward into my body, made sure our hips lined up, and then lowered her
panty-covered cunny to my jeans-restrained cock while holding her skirt
away from where we touched.

She actually began to push down into my dick when her lips met mine, and
whether the other girls were looking or not Jessica began to rock her
hips down hard onto me as if she wanted to pretend to have sex.  It felt
good, she kissed nice, and I let her do whatever she wanted for almost
two minutes.  When she leaned back a little bit and looked down into my
eyes I knew she had other plans that might involve even more risky
behavior that I wouldn't be able to talk about.

Patty and Becky must have gotten bored watching Jessica kiss me, because
those two began to have a hay fight and throw handfuls of hay at each
other.  That spurred the other girls to follow along, and soon I was
being covered with more and more hay until I almost couldn't see.

"Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Not so much!"

The squealed, laughed, giggled, and were having the time of their lives,
and even Jessica got into it by trying to stuff hay into the front of my
shirt, and even down the front of my jeans.  I knew what she was trying
to do, and in a way I liked for a girl to be that pushy.

The next real problem was what my half dozen young playmates would look
like when we returned to the house, because all of them would have hay
in every possible area of their clothes, hair, and who knows where else.

"Okay!  Stop!!!"

The volume and timbre of my voice was adequate to end the game long
enough for me to get to my feet, start to remove hay from any place it
didn't belong, and assume my role as 'responsible' older cousin.

"You girls are gonna get me into trouble if you go back to the house
with hay and dust inside your clothes.  It might be fun to throw it all
over the place right now, but your parents are gonna be super mad if I
let you get your dresses, skirts, and blouses all dirty."

What Jessica said next proved she was quick to come up with a plan that
was sure to get me into even *more* trouble.

"Hey!  I know!  Let's take all our clothes off and hang them on the
railing.  That way we can throw all the hay we want, we won't get
them dirty, and Cousin Kyle won't get into trouble."

"Yeah!"
"Cool!"
"Neat-o!"
"Let's do it!"
"Come on!"

A moment later I was standing in the hay loft and watching six young
girls stripping themselves naked so they wouldn't get their clothes
dirty.  But it wasn't their clothes that got my attention after they
were hanging along the sturdy wooden railing along the outside edge of
the loft, but six naked elementary school girls who had absolutely no
humility or timidity whatsoever.

It was again Charlie who instigated the next round of play.

"Come on, everybody!  Let's wrestle with Cousin Kyle!"

A second later I was again lying on my back in the hay, but this time I
had all six girls doing their best to either tickle or kiss me.  It was
such a startling experience that I wasn't able to do anything more than
try to defend myself from so many hands, fingers, and tender lips.

But what took me by surprise more than having six naked little girls
wanting to wrestle with me was where my hands and fingers landed a few
times while trying to protect my ribs, tummy, or dick.

The sensation of tender bare skin against my appendages and digits was
all the influence my brain and hormones needed for me to quit fighting
what had to be Heaven on Earth for any guy who liked girls.  For me to
intentionally work at least one, and often times all four, of my fingers
of both hands between at least two pairs of thighs and fondle a naked
little girl's pussy as much as I wanted to was perceived as nothing more
than tickles and games by the recipients.  Even Patty and Charlie, the
youngest, seemed to like being touched, tickled, fondled, and molested
over and over again, as long as I wasn't hurting them or pushing my
fingertips into any tender and tight holes.

What added yet more to my new adventures as a fifteen year old boy with
a small collection of elementary school fans was for my eyes to see
three of the girls sporting what looked like tiny titties, including a
rather nice set of erect nipples.

I wasn't shocked that Jessica, at nine, might start to develop a little
bit and have small boobies, but for Alissa at seven, and Charlie at six,
to have puffy prominences on their chests made me wonder how many other
girls in junior high might already need to wear a bra.

To make my discovery even more thrilling I was encouraged to nibble on
any available bare skin close enough to my mouth, and I wasn't about to
stop pretending to bite, suck, or blow woobies into any bare body if it
was within reach.  For Jessica to actually push the other girls away
from my face so she could press one of her titties onto my mouth proved
she was even hornier than I was when I had my hand in Mary-Jo's panties.

I might have been blowing woobies onto her titty for the first few
seconds, but when she cupped one hand under my head and grunted my blows
turned into nibbles, then sucks, and then a few nasty licks.  What was
even more strange than having a nine year old anxious to press her titty
into my mouth was that none of the other girls seemed to notice what
Jessica was doing.  All they cared about was wrestling with me, trying
to fight off my fingers trying to tickle them any and everywhere, pull
my hands right back between their legs after I quit, and their trying to
return the favor on my body with their small digits.

Just like before I couldn't just lie there and keep sucking or licking
on Jessica's titty and nipple, so I had to actually fight my way off the
hay to keep from getting caught, and then into lots of trouble.

Once semi-vertical I begged for some relief.

"Okay!  Okay!  Okay!  Let's rest for just a minute, okay?"

Patty was the first to consider a new game.

"Come lay down with me, Cousin Kyle.  I wanna give you a hug."

A hug didn't seem like a terribly provocative thing to allow, so I knee
walked toward her small outstretched hands, the other girls granted me
just enough room to clear a spot, and I fell backward onto the softness
of a hay loft with five other girls anxious to assume the place next to
me that was temporarily vacant.

Just as possessive girls will often do the other four who weren't along
my sides didn't like not having access to my arms or hands, and they
began to argue with each other for a prime location along my body.  I
had to come up with something fast, or I'd end up having to explain to
the adults in the house why at least four little girls were upset, angry
about something, crying ... and naked.

The easiest, if strange, solution seemed for me to have the two smallest
lying against my chest facing up, two more along my right side with my
arm around their necks so they could play with my hand, and the other
two along my left side just like my right.  In a matter of a minute all
of them seemed happy, quit arguing, and the two youngest liked lying on
top of me.  But the happiest of the six were the two furthest out,
because they were allowed to direct my hands anywhere I could reach.
That meant Jessica was able to drop my left hand onto one of her small
and rubbery titties, and Alissa was able to direct my right onto a puffy
right breast with a firm nipple that seemed to crave a boy's touch.

Rather than notice what my hands were doing the girls began to ask me
all sorts of questions, some about boys, some about girls, lots about
kissing and touching, but most just random questions that little girls
who needed an older cousin to guide them might ask.

It was during an extensive discussion about getting good grades in
school that I felt Becky shifting her hand back and forth over her
privates and whimpering as if she was in pain.  Something wasn't right,
and I needed to make sure she wasn't hurt or I'd be the one to suffer
the consequences.

"What's wrong, Becky?"

"My peepee itches.  I think I got some hay in my peepee crack."

Just as they'd always done before at least two of my small nude clan
proclaimed similar discomfort, Alissa first, and then Charlie next.

"My bummy itches a whole bunch, Cousin Kyle.  Can you help me?"

"I feel a sticky thing inside my peepee hole, Cousin Kyle.  Please help
me so I don't get into no trouble with my mommy."

"Okay, girls ... everybody up so we can make sure you don't have any hay
or dirt where it hurts or doesn't belong."

Rather than argue with me, which seemed bizarre, all six of them rose to
their knees, four of them began to rub their cunnies, and Jessica was
grinning at me as if she'd already figured out how to have even more fun
while the other girls watched unsuspecting.  Rather than rub her naked
privates as if she was in distress I saw the nine year old work a single
finger between her cunny crack near the top and rub up and down.  That
must have been what she'd done after she was standing in the hay loft
with her feet apart and her eyes closed.

Since Becky was the one who appeared to have the greatest need, at least
for the moment, she'd be first.

"Come here and lie down for me, Becky."

"Kay.  Thanks, Cousin Kyle."

A moment later the seven year old was facing the rafters, had her legs
spread, her knees cocked out, and she had a look of anguish on her face.

Acting in a much more mature manner than even *I* could have expected I
settled down between her legs, shifted her toward me so I could see and
tend to her as easily as possible, cupped her cunny with my right hand,
looked into her frightened gaze with as calm an expression as I could
muster, and whispered as if to encourage her to keep a secret.

"Don't be scared, Becky.  I'm not gonna hurt you, and I won't tell
nobody that you got hay in your private place, okay?"

" kay "

That's when Jessica decided to reveal a side to her personality that I
hadn't anticipated I'd ever become aware of.

"Hey, listen you guys.  We need to all promise we won't say nothing to
nobody about the games we play with Cousin Kyle after we took our
clothes off, okay?"

Charlie was the one who seemed confused.

"How come, Jessica?"

"Because we don't want nobody to know that we took all our clothes off
for Cousin Kyle so he could see and touch us, and so we could have lots
of fun letting him.  They might get mad if they knew we like to be naked
for him and wanted him to touch us in our private place, okay?"

"Oh!  Okay!  I won't say nothing."
"Yeah!  I like taking my clothes off for him."
"Tee-hee-hee.  I like being naked for Cousin Kyle.  I promise."
"I don't want Cousin Kyle to get into no trouble, so I ain't gonna say
nothing neither."

Jessica looked into my eyes and then shared news that made me rethink
how much I'd hated wanting to come to the family reunion.

"We're not gonna say nothing about the fun stuff that we get to do with
you, Cousin Kyle, so ... if you like to look at us, and kiss us, and
touch our ... private place, then we promise we won't tell nobody."

"Tee-hee-hee!"
"Tee-hee-hee!"
"Tee-hee-hee!"
"Tee-hee-hee!"

Becky was the only one who didn't giggle, and I think it had something
to do with a sliver of hay that was causing her a fair amount of pain.
In order to allay her fears, and prove that I was a mature fifteen year
old, I looked into her eyes and whispered again.

"Are you gonna be scared when I touch your private place, Becky?  I
promise I ain't gonna hurt you, but I'm gonna need to look around for
anything that's making you feel bad, okay?"

"I'm not scared, Cousin Kyle.  It just hurts a lot right now."

"You won't be mad at me for touching your private place, Becky?"

"Nuh uh!  I need you to help me, Cousin Kyle.  Hurry!"

"Okay.  It's gonna seem weird for me to be looking at and touching your
private place until I find what's hurting, but after I'm done you'll
feel all better."

"Kay."

In spite of how little I'd wanted to come to the family reunion I had to
silently thank my parents for insisting I did.

Some hay was tucked under Becky's lower back so her cunny was pushing up
into the air toward my face, I leaned down, looked at her eyes one more
time, smiled, patted her tummy just above where I was gonna touch her
privates, and then winked.

"Tee-hee.  I feel better now, Cousin Kyle."

"Good.  I'm gonna touch you now, Becky."

" kay "

Her bald little coochie was actually very pretty, and I liked the way
her cunny lips were super fat and stuck out like she had a balloon
inside under her skin.  Using the tips of my thumbs I tugged her fat
little lips apart, looked down into the most private place of her body,
and saw more than one small sliver of dry hay along the middle of her
cunny crack.

Using the tip of one finger I very carefully slipped my digit back and
forth along her slit until I got close enough to use my fingernail to
catch the first piece.  What the other girls might have seen was Becky
rocking her hips up toward my face while my digit was going back and
forth, and it was obvious Jessica wasn't the only one who liked to have
a boy's finger right there.

After the first piece was taken out and then rubbed off against my jeans
I used my fingers and thumb of my left hand to spread her cunny slit
open far enough for me to see not only the second piece but at least two
more as well.

Doing as I did before I worked a digit up and down her slit and slowly
went in until Becky's rhythmic movements got Charlie's attention.

"Is Cousin Kyle hurting Becky, Jessica?"

It was apparent Jessica was enjoying the show and anxious for me to
repeat my deed on her pussy as well, because her voice was labored.

"Whuh ... why do you ask that, Charlie?"

But Charlie seemed troubled and queried about what she saw.

"Cuz she's moving her body up and down a whole bunch."

The six year old seemed troubled, and only a confident older cousin
might be able to ease her fears, so while Jessica was rubbing her finger
up and down her own slit I whispered to Charlie while retrieving the
next piece of hay from Becky's cunny slit.

"Becky isn't hurting, Charlie.  The reason her body is moving like that
is because ... she likes the tingle feelings.  It's natural."

"She likes it?"

"Uh huh."

"Will I like it too?"

"Well ... probably, but if you don't you be sure to tell me right away,
okay?"

"You'll stop rubbing my privates if I don't like it, Cousin Kyle?"

"Oh, yeah!  If any of you don't like it when I touch you ... anywhere,
I need for you to tell me right away, okay?"

"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay."

Jessica was far too involved to answer, and Becky was having too much
fun to care.

Fortunately I was able to tease out every small sliver of invading
material without further commentary, and with Becky's brow creased with
a deep ridge, and both her lips sucked between her teeth, I whispered to
her to gain her approval for the most intimate examination.

"Becky?  Can I check the really deep part for just a second?"

"Mmmmmm!  Yuh ... yeah!"

That's when Charlie began to see beyond the surface expressions of
Becky's perceived discomfort, and the six year old realized by Becky's
tone and excitement that she wasn't in pain at all.

"Hey!  Becky *does* like it!"

A moment later, and with the tenderness of a real friend, or mature
lover, I watched Becky's face as I wiggled my middle finger deeper and
deeper into her tight pee hole.  The deeper I went the wetter my finger
got, which just made it easier, because anything that had the good
fortune to disappear into such a tender and private place was being
washed away with the flood of her juices.

What had been a secret and unseen dirty deed with Mary-Jo in the dark,
and without my ability to actually study the effects of my endeavors,
was now a gentle, affectionate, and exceedingly pleasurable activity for
Becky.  Her tight and slick cunny seemed to suck my finger inside, and
her hips kept undulating as if she'd had sex with a guy before.  Of all
the things for me to have worried about or disliked prior to my visit in
the hayloft I was quickly becoming an active participant in the sexual
pleasures of a little girl.

What surprised me was how far I was able to wiggle my finger, and with
every knuckle out of sight and deep inside my younger cousin's pussy she
was gyrating onto my digit as if she'd been waiting for this one moment
her whole life.  But there was a real possibility that one of the other
girls might mention where I'd had one of my fingers, and what kind of
effect it was having on such a young girl, so I knew it was time to end
what had been a truly stirring educational experience.

After my digit began its journey back into the light and air of the hay
loft I took one last careful visual examination, was able to determine
no traces of any more hay were hidden inside my younger cousin's pussy,
I was able to work my fingertip back and forth along the deep crease of
her slit, and I enjoyed the feel of a little girl's cunny crack without
scaring or hurting her.  Becky was feeling so good she actually grunted
at me and pushed her hips toward my face when my fingertip was pulled
away.

"Nnnn!"

"Are you okay, Becky?  Did I hurt you?"

"NO!  I like it.  Can you do it some more?"

"I need to help the other girls, okay?"

"Please?  Just for a minute?"

"Come on, Becky.  I promised my other cousins I'd help them too."

"Ohhhh ... allll-right."

The little girl was actually angry when I withdrew my fingertip, and I
was having a whole new perception of what my responsibilities were going
to be from that moment on.

As a last measure of affection she reached out with both hands, drew me
down to her body, puckered her lips, and then confirmed that I'd be
kissing all my cousins a lot more this reunion.  I held nothing back,
and rather than consider what I was doing I actually made out with a
naked seven year old second grade elementary school girl ... with five
other little girls watching.  I think it made the other girls even more
eager for my touch and lips, because all of them just sat still and
remained quiet until I leaned back and smiled at Becky.  That's when
Charlie whispered what she knew to be fact.

"Wow!  Becky liked it!"

Rather than get a big head about having touched a little girl, or at
least let my cousins see that I was a lot more nervous, and happy, about
what I'd just done, I tried to keep a straight face as I turned to
Alissa and whispered.

"Do you want me to check your bummy now, Alissa?"

"Uh huh!"

It was obvious she was anxious and believed Becky truly liked having my
finger going in and out and up and down the seven year olds cunny
crack, because her reply was fast, loud, and none of her excitement was
hidden.  She also practically bowled Becky over just to assume the same
place her cousin had, and in a matter of a few seconds my other seven
year old cousin was lying on her back, had her feet up in the air, was
holding her legs behind her knees, and had her legs split so wide I
wouldn't need to do anything other than work a cautious finger into, or
at least around, her bright pink pucker.

Using the same level of care and reverence I did with Becky I cupped her
cunny with my right hand, looked into her eyes, and then whispered.

"Tell me if I hurt you even a tiny bit, okay Alissa?"

"Kay ... but I know you won't hurt me none, Cousin Kyle.  I saw how much
fun Becky had, and I wanna feel that way too."

A moment later my attention was drawn to the second grader's butt, and
the first sliver of hay was seen stuck along one pleat of her tight ass.

My index finger made a couple of circles around her quivering grip, she
grunted when I teased at her central pucker, and with no more effort
than picking a piece of lint from my jeans I was able to remove the
minor invader.

"Okay ... I got it out."

But Alissa wasn't satisfied I was finished yet.

"Check my peepee, Cousin Kyle.  There might be some in there, too."

We both knew there wasn't, but she didn't want to miss out on a quick
thrill, especially after she saw how Becky reacted to my touch.

Just as I had with the other seven year old I ran the tip of my middle
finger along Alissa's cunny slit, felt her push up into my touch more
than once, and was able to tease my digit part way into her pee hole.
She wasn't as wet as Becky, but Alissa did appear to like having her
older cousin's fingertip teasing at her most intimate place.

After a few gentle caresses, a few more visual examinations, and one
last tickle, Alissa's discomfort was alleviated.  She sighed, smiled,
reached out with both hands after letting her legs go, and presented her
lips as my reward for doing such a good job.  In order to keep things
fair I kissed Alissa with just as much affection as I had Becky, and I
think she and the other girls realized I was going to be as fair as I
could with all of them.

Charlie was next.

"You ready, Charlie?"

"Uh huh!  I ain't scared no more, Cousin Kyle."

"You were scared, Charlie?"

She looked down, strummed her cunny a couple of times, and then nodded
while looking at her hand tickling between her legs.

"Are you sure you're not scared, Charlie?  I don't wanna make you feel
bad when I check your peepee hole."

"No!  I ain't scared for real, Cousin Kyle.  Please check me and get the
hay out first, and then I wanna feel good like Becky and Alissa did."

"Okay.  Come here, Charlie."

After Alissa rolled to the side Charlie knee-walked onto her place, lie
down with a quivering grin, and then scoot her fanny toward my knees and
then onto them a little bit.  It was apparent she was eager to be
checked, rid of the grassy invader, and then afforded as much pleasure
as she could get.

Her discomfort was quickly rectified, but rather than accept that I was
finished I heard Charlie do something that I'd only seen her try with
her dad when she wanted something he wasn't willing to provide.

With her five other cousins looking on, and with me willing to do just
about anything to make her feel better, the six year old first grader
did her best to make me feel as if I was denying her an entire holiday
worth of fun by whimpering and faking a cry.

"Please make sure it's all gone, Cousin Kyle ... pleeeeeease?"

"Okay, okay.  I'll check some more."

"Check my peepee hole really good ... like you did with Becky when her
body was moving all around a whole bunch.  I wanna feel good like she
did, okay?"

Charlie wanted to feel good really bad.

My finger was applied to her cunny slit just as I had with the two other
girls, but this time I started a little bit higher just to make sure I
was able to confirm I did a good job.  That's when I inadvertently found
a bright red little bump that made Charlie jump for a moment.

My finger came away, I looked down at her as if she might run back to
the house and tell her parents that I hurt her, and we stared into each
other's gaze as if both of us were waiting for the other person to say
something first.  Since I was the oldest of the group it was my duty to
be sure she was okay.

"Did ... did I hurt you just then, Charlie?"

"Nuh ... no, Cousin Kyle.  It felt like a ... "

"What?  What did it feel like?"

"Like ... a really strange tickle, but I liked it a whole bunch.  I just
ain't never felt that kinda tickle before, and I want it again."

"You ... you liked it?"

"Uh huh!  Can you do it again, but this time go slow."

My digit was applied to her slit, I tugged her slender lips apart, and
all of the other girls along my sides saw the same red bump that I did.
I was the only one who had their middle finger positioned so that bump
could be touched, however.

The face of my digit was applied to her bump again, Charlie flinched,
but a moment later I felt her push her hips up as if to tell me that she
wasn't nearly as afraid as I was.  With a quivering smile on her face
Charlie then whispered news that would forever change my life.

"That tingles good!  Rub it more."

For the next minute I applied a very slow, and incredibly thorough,
circular movement over, around, beside, and across what had to be a
magic button that made little girls feel really good, because Charlie
was whimpering, pushing up into my touch, had at least one of her hands
around my wrist to keep me from pulling away, and she kept saying things
that I'd never heard her say before.

"Ohhhh, Cousin Kyle!  That feels ... so good!  Don't stop rubbing!"

For the next few minutes I kept rubbing her little bump around, and
Charlie was one very happy little girl.  She was so happy, in fact, that
she whispered something that I knew would get my ass beat by my father.

"I want you to rub me right there for a super long time, Cousin Kyle,
even tonight after we go to bed."

Two more minutes might have seemed like nothing to Charlie, but to me it
felt like an eternity.  If anyone in our families found out I'd been
rubbing Charlie's little cunny bump, even for a second, I wouldn't make
it off my grandparent's ranch alive.

Patty and Christy were so eager they couldn't wait any longer, and in
spite of not having claimed any hay in tight little girl places Patty
spoke in a hushed manner as if she was mad at Charlie.

"Come on, Charlie!  Quit hoggin' Cousin Kyle.  We wanna have the good
tingles, too.  If you don't quit we're gonna tell."

Charlie might have been having a really good time, but she wasn't about
to incur the wrath of her older cousins, so while staring up at me, and
reluctant to surrender her new pleasure, the six year old let me remove
my digit, shuddered, smiled up into my face as if I'd just given her the
best birthday present in her whole life, shifted out away from my knees,
and then stood on wobbly legs.  Rather than pull my face down to hers
while she was staring up at the rafters Charlie much preferred to hug me
while on her feet.  That little girl was getting better at kissing each
time she pressed her lips to mine.

Patty was next, her cunny slit was checked really well, I got to wiggle
my fingertip into her pee hole a bit further than Becky, and her tingle
bump was even more sensitive than Charlie's.  Maybe it was because she
was also just six, but her groans and whimpers confirmed she was having
just as good a time as the last contestant.

Christy couldn't wait any longer, and with her lips quivering, and an
expression that hinted at genuine fear, she shifted Patty out of the way
and took her place.  Just like Charlie and Patty Christy really liked
having her tingle bump rubbed nice and slow.  Her hips kept going up and
down like she was pretending to have sex, and her pee hole got a lot
wetter than any of the other girls.  With my other cousins watching I
was able to wiggle my middle finger almost all the way inside Christy's
pee hole, and she seemed to really like that feeling as if she felt
grown up by doing what must have looked like 'it' with a boy.

But it was what she said in a husky whisper with more than half of my
finger inside her pee hole that confirmed I was going to be repeating
the same sort of thing with each of the other girls, no matter how many
times they had a turn.

"Rub ... rub my tingle bump too, Cousin Kyle.  Hurry!"

Being the only eight year old, and hanging around Jessica, I seemed to
instinctively understand that Christy was a lot more mature about nice
tingles than any of my cousins.  That was proved after my thumb split
her cunny slit and was resting on her crimson tingle bump.  The moment
I touched it she hissed, scared the other girls, and pushed her hips up
hard enough for the rest of my finger to disappear inside her cunny.

I was scared to death the third grader might scream bloody murder, but
instead she grunted, gripped my wrist with one hand, and actually pulled
rather than push my digit and appendage away.  She didn't want relief,
she wanted pleasure.

For almost two minutes I held my thumb over her tingle bump, and Christy
kept undulating her hips so my finger could go in and out of her private
place over and over again.  The snapping and slurping sounds were loud
enough for everyone in the hay loft to hear, and what my mom and dad had
been doing on the front seat of their car on the way to the family
reunion came to mind.  When Christy started to moan and whimper like she
might be in pain I tried to pull my finger out, but she actually got mad
at me.

"NO!  Keep doing it!  The best feeling is almost there."

Trusting that the eight year old knew what she wanted my digit went all
the way back in, I began to roll her tingle bump around like I did with
Charlie, and Christy responded with lots of crazy jerking around and
fast twitches like her body had been possessed by the Devil.

That was proved wrong when she nearly broke my wrist and her whole body
went stiff for a few seconds.  Then every muscle, from her head to her
feet, started to flinch like she was being hit in the back of the head
with a heavy feather pillow.  For almost a minute Christy kept gyrating
under my finger, and to be honest I was getting scared I was hurting
her.  If it wasn't for her intense grip of my wrist I would have jumped
down from the hay loft and started running for home without my folks.

Thankfully all her jerking around slowed down enough for her eyes to
come open and look up into mine as if she saw her dad standing behind
me.  I was sure I was dead.

"WOW, Cousin Kyle!  That was the bestest feeling in the whole world."

"You liked that???"

"Ohhhh, yeah!!!  I'm gonna want you to do that again, but not for a
little while, cuz I'm super tired right now."

Her grip of my wrist slackened enough for me to take my finger out of
her pee hole and remove my thumb from her tingle bump.  Even while I was
trying to not make her feel any more tingles she must have liked it when
my thumb was rubbing her bump, because she grunted at me, flinched, and
held onto my wrist again like she wanted more.  I wasn't ready for it.

It took a minute, but eventually Christy was lying off to the side, was
staring at the rafters with a big smile on her face, and she was rubbing
her own peepee slit with two fingers.  The other girls watched for a
minute, but chose to pay attention to Jessica when she lie down.

Both Jessica and I knew I was going to make her feel really good, partly
because I'd already given her a good tingle on the potty, but also
because I'd tickled her panties between her legs going up the ladder.

Just like Christy Jessica's tingle bump was super sensitive, and it was
super easy to give her a nice feeling that made her muscles jump even
faster than Christy did.  Jessica looked so sleepy after her good
feeling that she kept staring at me with her eyes half closed, and she
pulled my face close so we could kiss.

Since she was the oldest, and I'd already kind of let her have more fun
than the other girls, I kissed her back a lot better than before.  But
instead of just kissing her she wanted me to push my middle finger back
inside her pee hole at the same time while I was lying over her body,
and I think she wanted to pretend that we were doing it for real.

After she had a second good feeling I knew we better quit, because
dinner was going to be ready soon, and if I didn't get the girls dressed
and looking normal I'd be in lots of trouble.

I'd taken care of my cousins lots of times before, but while we were up
in the hay loft that day it was the first time I ever took pleasure in
looking at, touching, kissing, and playing with all of them while I was
helping them get dressed again.  Even Charlie, the youngest, liked it
when I pushed my hand up under her dress and tickled her cunny outside
her panties a few times, and she kept giggling and pulling on my hand so
I'd give her some more tickles.  It must have looked hilarious for my
cousins to be huddled around me with their skirts or dresses pulled up
and me giving each of them a last few rubs and touches.

It seemed like it took forever, but I was able to make sure none of the
girls had any hay in their clothes, or their hair, or anywhere.  They
even wanted me to check inside their tops and between their legs after
they'd been dressed and checked twice before.  I knew they weren't
really interested in being clean as much as being naughty.

All of us walked super slow out of the barn and toward the house as if
we didn't really want to leave, and to be honest I was beginning to like
the idea of having to play with my younger cousins.  Jessica wanted my
left hand again, and Charlie made sure she had my right one, and I think
she wanted that hand because it had been between her legs so much.  We
must have timed it just right, because when we were half way back to the
main house we heard and saw Aunt Trudy open the front door and call us
inside.

"Okay you kids ... dinner is ready!"

Charlie, Patty, Alissa, and Becky barely made it through dinner before
their eyes were almost closed.  That scared me, because they looked like
they were sick or something, but truly they were just really tired.

What was even more surprising than being able to touch so many little
girls, especially because they were my own cousins, was when Uncle Steve
told me that I could drive one of the farm trucks to an extra ranch
house that was gonna be just for us kids to sleep in at night.  This was
one time I was glad I'd be eating at the kid's table and then sleeping
close to a bunch of little girls.

I think I was more excited about getting to drive a real truck at first
than where I was going and possibly what I might be able to do soon.
The only stipulation was that I had to make sure the girls took a bath
before they got into bed, because I hadn't done quite as good a job of
removing all the evidence of playing in the hay loft as I thought.

My mom and dad stopped me just after Uncle Steve handed me the keys, and
my parents had a look on their face like I was in trouble ... again.
But it was my dad who needed to make sure I was treated like a child
right in front of everyone in the house, and I think it made him feel
good for my younger cousins to see me being treated like I was nothing
more than a dumb little kid.  I didn't like the way my dad kept treated
me like that in front of my cousins, and for the first time I didn't
want the girls to think of me in a bad way.

"Alright, Kyle.  Now, listen ... you're gonna be responsible for your
cousins, and that means you're gonna get into trouble if you leave them
alone, or don't take care of them, or they get hurt because you weren't
right there all the time.  Just because Uncle Steve has handed you those
keys it doesn't mean you can go driving off all over the ranch.  While
your cousins are with you, and you're the only adult around, you have to
stay with them ... do you understand, young man?"

My dad always had a way of turning something fun into bad news.

"I understand, Dad."

"I mean it, Kyle!  If I find out you left your cousins alone, even for
five minutes, I'm gonna make sure you'll never have a chance to drive
anywhere again until you're eighteen.  Even when the girls are in the
bathroom and they wanna take a bath together you can't just leave them
by themselves and go drive off like you were some independent adult.
Yes, you're going to be the adult while you're taking care of your
cousins, but that doesn't mean that you'll be able to "

Before he could finish my mom stopped him.

"Enough, James!  Kyle knows he can't leave the girls by themselves."

My dad looked at my mom, she shifted me closer to her, and then started
to whisper as if she didn't want anyone else to hear.

"You're not a little boy anymore, Kyle.  I know you'll take care of your
cousins and not leave them alone, but I also know you'll be tempted by
your temporary freedom to drive around a little bit.  Uncle Steve is
probably gonna let you do that, but not just yet, okay?"

"Sure, Mom.  I promise I won't leave the girls alone, okay?"

"Okay, Kyle.  I'm proud of you for changing your attitude like this.  I
knew you were gonna be a man about this after all, and you've made me
very happy by taking care of your cousins.  Now ... make sure they have
all their things, clean clothes, their blankets and pillows if they
brought any, and go have a good time playing with them at the ranch
house.  We won't make you come back to the main house for anything but
your meals, so just have a good time and be careful, okay?"

"Okay, Mom.  I'll take care of them."

It didn't take quite as long to load everything up as I thought, and
Charlie, Patty, Alissa, and Becky had suddenly found a last reserve of
energy after they realized the seven of us were going to have our very
own house to stay in for the whole two weeks.  Somewhere in the fray I
heard one of them giggle and whisper that we were going to be playing
house for real, and I was beginning to wonder what that could have
meant.  What else they could have been thinking I'd only become aware of
after the adults were far behind the vehicle I had the keys to.

A few minutes later all the girls were piled into the extended cab
truck, some in front next to me, and the rest in back standing against
the front seat.  All of them were squealing as they waved goodbye to
their parents and adult relatives, and for the first time since I took
on an attitude of disdain and reluctance my dick was as hard as stone.

With Jessica next to my right hip, and only after we were far enough
away from the house that nobody could see what she might do, she took my
right hand off the steering wheel and draped my arm around her shoulder.
For the first time in my life I was proud of being able to hug a nine
year old, even with the other girls there and watching.

When Christy and Patty, both to Jessica's right, saw the nine year old
pull my right hand down and onto her small titty they squealed, giggled,
cupped their mouths, whispered to the other girls that I was playing
with Jessica's boobie, and made a game of watching everything my fingers
did.  They even pushed my hand more completely onto Jessica's little
breast to make sure I was adequately molesting one of my younger
cousins.

Jessica seemed incredibly proud of herself for my willingness to touch
her titty and play with her nipple through her top, and she wasn't the
least bothered by her younger cousins when they amplified the amount of
force of my hand and fingers.  She smiled, kept looking forward through
the windshield, didn't pay attention to anything the other girls said or
whispered, and must have been pretending the two of us were all by
ourselves on our first date.  For her to completely ignore and allow the
other girl's antics, and pretend she knew nothing of their pushing my
hand more fully onto her breast, seemed out of character for her, but I
was enjoying everything going on.  The fact that I was driving a farm
truck while touching a nine year olds titty was also nice.

But Christy wasn't satisfied, because she used her right hand to undo a
few of the buttons along the front of Jessica's blouse, tugged the front
seams as far apart as she could get them, and might have been surprised
that Jessica wasn't embarrassed about having her titties exposed to the
evening sun, my eyes if I chose to look, nor my hand and fingers after
Jessica pulled my appendage back onto her chest after her top was pushed
to the side.  To my amazement Jessica didn't even seem to notice her top
had been undone, her breasts were being exposed to so much outside light
and my hand, and kept looking through the front windshield as if nothing
was going to upset her.

For me to strum a nine year olds small breasts, tweak her nipples, use
the tips of my fingers to draw lots of invisible circles around her
plump areolas, and tug on her erect points filled me with such pleasure
and excitement that I vowed to take advantage of every opportunity with
any of the girls from then on, no matter their age or size.

Charlie might have been the first younger cousin to pull her panties
down and let me see her fat little baby pussy in my grandparents'
bathroom, and she might have been the last one I wanted to fondle and
molest, but I wouldn't ruin a good thing by refusing any offer she made
if she undressed herself in front of me and asked for more tickles.  She
might have been the youngest and most innocent, but I wasn't about to
lose a single chance at fondling *any* girl's pussy from then on because
it appeared any girl could have lots of really good feelings, and their
cunny was soft and wet no matter how young they are.

While I was rolling Jessica's nipple around and cupping a little titty
Charlie, who was right behind me and trying to look over the front seat
at my hand and fingers toying with her older cousin's breast, proved she
was going to be just as provocative and tolerant as Jessica.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are there any people between our parents and our new house?"

"No, Charlie.  I think we're all alone on the road until we get there.
Why?"

"Tee-hee-hee ... can I take my clothes off again?  I wanna be nekked
for you so you can touch me some more like before as soon as we get
there.  I like the feelings inside my tummy and ... my peepee when I
take all my clothes off, and I like the super good tingles between my
legs when you give me lots of tickles on my peepee."

The other girls gasped and giggled at Charlie's admission and idea, and
for a moment I was scared the other girls might tell on her and ruin
what could be a fifteen year olds best first time at bat.  Since none
of our other cousins used any challenging words of reprimand, and all of
them were giggling and staring at me, I assumed they might be just as
anxious as Charlie was.

I thought about it for a moment, knew we were no more than two minutes
from the empty ranch house, and kind of liked the idea of being around
a bunch of naked little girls ... even if they were my cousins.

"Sure, Charlie ... all of you can take your clothes off right now if you
want, but we're almost there, so you can wait if you wanna."

A moment later the cab of the truck was filled with squealing little
girls almost ripping their clothes off and giggling like crazy.  Even
Jessica was so excited she reached under her dress and pulled her
panties down and off.  That left her wearing a bundle of fabric around
her waist after she intentionally pulled the bottom hem of her frock
high enough for me to be able to see her cunny ... if I was foolish
enough to take my eyes away from the road in front of the truck.

I'm glad none of the girls were silly enough to throw anything out of
the windows, because the road was a little rough, and it might be hard
to find a pair of little girl panties in the dark without a flashlight.
Jessica just sat there and whimpered while I kept toying with her tiny
titties, and she seemed perfectly happy to remain still so I could touch
and torture her until the truck stopped moving.

I remembered where the ranch house was as if I'd been there an hour
before.  I parked the truck under the carport next to the house, had the
girls gather their clothes and belongings, and unlocked the truck doors
so we could all pile out.  Jessica actually didn't want me to remove my
hand from her bare chest, and she kept gripping my wrist and holding my
hand tight to her breast as if she feared she might never get another
chance to enjoy our fun but private game.  She maintained her antics
until I whispered into her ear.

"I'll touch your boobies as much as you want after we get inside."

Jessica proved she was going to hold me to my word by insisting I lean
toward her and offer her a kiss.  She got not only the kiss, but I also
tilted my head down far enough to place a single brief kiss onto each of
her erect and throbbing little nipples.

Instead of either stripping herself naked or redoing her top after I was
about to get out from behind the wheel she remained tight to my right
side and kept looking up at me as if I'd become her living idol.  She
was touched and fondled after the truck was turned off, and I saw her
offer me her breasts after I pulled back.  I kissed each of her nipples
again, suckled on one to give her a quick thrill, and then watched the
nine year old practically rip her dress to get it off her body.  For the
first time in my life I was beginning to understand what a rock star
might feel like with an underage groupie.

My stuff was carried in by my naked welcoming committee, so all I needed
to do was unlock the front door, check inside for any unwelcome visitors
or wild animals, turn the lights on, make sure the water heater was on,
get the air conditioner set, make certain nothing was crawling around on
the floors of any of our rooms, and then close and lock the front door
with everyone inside.

There was a flurry of activity as the girls tried to decide which of the
bedrooms they wanted, but it appeared they needed someone 'older' to
make those sorts of decisions, because they dumped everything they had
in their arms either on the couch or on the floor next to it.  It didn't
look that messy, just like I had a bunch of excited little girls eager
to have fun rather than be organized.  I'd tend to room assignments a
little bit later ... after they settled down.

Jessica seemed to like having a dominant role in the group of girls, and
she made it quite clear that she had dibs on at least one hand for a
little while as she kept trying to get me to touch her some more.  For
her to insist I keep one arm around her shoulder and my fingers over an
excited titty when she was standing or walking next to me proved she was
even more eager for my touch than I might be some fourteen year old at
my school.  That only meant the other five were going to fight over my
left hand, and to prevent an argument I needed to prove that I was as
mature as my mom had hoped.

"Come on, Girls ... Jessica.  Nobody has to act like they're gonna be
the only one to have nice feelings from my fingers.  I'll make sure to
be fair and give all of you some good tingles tonight."

Charlie sidled up to my left side, leaned into my body, placed my left
hand onto her surprisingly perky baby left titty, smiled up to my face,
spoke very softly, and then began to caress along the front of my hips
without realizing what she was close to.

"I know you're gonna be good to all of us Cousin Kyle, and I just wanna
say that I really liked it when you gave me that really good tingle on
my peepee before.  You can do that again as much as you wanna ... even
if I gotta wait until I get in bed with you tonight."

It was a mistake for her to bring up our sleeping arrangements in that
manner, because just like the hay loft I'd have to contend with how to
position six horny and naked little girls on and around my body on one
of the beds, hopefully the largest in the house.

"I wanna sleep with Cousin Kyle!"
"Me too!"
"Come on, Cousin Kyle.  You can sleep with me and give me tingles."
"Can I sleep with you first, Cousin Kyle ... please?"

But it was Jessica who proved she was the eldest and most mature of the
group with what she said next.

"We're all gonna get to sleep with Cousin Kyle, alright guys?"

Becky must have liked how I located and removed those few slivers of hay
from her private place, because she quickly countered Jessica's claim.

"Yeah ... but how?  When we were in the hay loft we had to share him,
but I wanna have Cousin Kyle all by myself really soon so he can rub my
peepee a whole bunch for a long time and give me lots and lots of super
good tingles again."

Jessica thought about it for a minute, and then smiled when she resolved
the dilemma.

"We're gonna play a game and make sure we all agree to the rules.  That
way we can all let Cousin Kyle play with our titties and rub our peepee
and he can give us as many good tingle feelings as he wants, alright?"

The fact that Jessica had my right hand, and the tips of my fingers were
strumming her perky titties could have been why she was so calm, but
Becky again wanted something more than empty promises.

"But who gets him first?"

The nine year old again took command and ordered the other girls around.

"Let's get a piece of paper and right it down.  Come on!"

Rather than working on getting the girls in the bath and clean they
wanted to work on who was going to climb into bed with me each night.

It was finally decided that we'd do it by birthday, and Charlie was
going to get me the first night, unless I wanted to do it a different
way.  I knew Jessica was disappointed she'd have to wait almost a week
until we had a whole night to play by ourselves under the protection of
a nice blanket and comfy sheets, but I think she was working on changing
the rules a little bit once the other girls agreed on the first part.

"Okay.  Charlie can sleep with Cousin Kyle first.  Then Patty, Alissa,
Becky, Christy, and then me, right?"

"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Alright."
"Okay."
"Uh huh."

Jessica hesitated for a moment and then added a bit more.

"But the other girls get to kiss him and let him touch them anywhere
they want until it's bed time, alright?  And we have to pick a new list
so they can feel lots of tingles all by themselves when he's not in bed
with just the one girl, because it's only fair, okay?  Deal?"

The girls looked at each other, silently agreed the new terms were
acceptable, and then nodded.

Becky thought about it for a minute, seemed to figure out that she'd
have to wait for four nights before she'd get to feel as many tingles as
she wanted in either case, then spoke up again.

"Who gets to be naked and get tingles with Cousin Kyle when he's not in
bed tonight first?"

"We'll guess numbers and write them down.  Cousin Kyle gets to pick the
numbers, and the girl who has the right number gets to be alone with him
as much as she wants until we gotta go to bed."

It was getting too complicated for me.

"Hold on ... hold on.  The bed rule is fine, but these new rules are
starting to confuse me."

"Then ... how can we do it, Cousin Kyle?  We want you to give us lots of
tingles and good feelings all by ourselves, but we don't know how to do
it so it's fair."

For Becky to insist she didn't know how 'to do it' seemed out of place,
but I understood what she meant.

"Why don't I give each of you some nice tingles for ... say ... half an
hour without any stopping?  That way even before we go to bed tonight
all of you can have some nice tingles, and none of you will feel like
you have to wait forever until we go to bed together."

It wasn't until I finished speaking that I realized what I was saying.

As impossible as it sounded I was going to take a different of six
elementary school girls to bed for the next two weeks, and all of them
were so anxious for it they wanted even more time alone with me so I
could fondle, molest, and then masturbate them for thirty minutes at a
time.  My mind wasn't working very well at the moment, or at least as
well as my Mom and Dad would have preferred.

My cousins looked around our small group again, nodded to each other,
and seemed to like the most recent amendment to the rules.  It was time
for me to exercise a little bit of that maturity my Dad had eluded to.

"Alright ... the first thing we need to do is get our beds ready and
take care of all the boring stuff our parents want us to.  Since I'm
gonna be sharing my bed with one of you each night I get the big one in
the master bedroom.  There are six other beds in the other three rooms,
so either you can sleep by yourselves, or you can pal up with another
girl or two and sleep with them."

That's when Patty's eyes began to fill with tears and her chin began to
quiver.

"What, Patty?"

"I don't like to sleep by myself, Cousin Kyle.  Can I sleep with you or
one of the big girls?  I'm scared."

Since Jessica and Christy pretty much were already dedicated to each
other and had treated each other as best cousins for years, and Charlie
was going to be sleeping with me the first night, Patty would need to
pick from either Becky or Alissa.  But even those two were close enough
in age that they pretty much were together like Jessica and Christy
were.  Normally Patty and Charlie played and slept together, so my
taking Charlie away from her six year old cousin an entire night was
going to be a problem unless I came up with a solution, and fast.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, and either the girls would hate my
idea or really love it.

"Okay ... I have a way to fix this."

Patty's eyes were profuse with tears, and I think she was ready for just
about anything, except sleeping alone.

"Since all of you normally share a bed, and you sleep with a cousin
who's close in age, how about if we alter the rules just a little bit?"

"How?"

"If one of the girls doesn't wanna sleep by herself, then she can ask
her closest cousin if she wants to share me for the night they would
have me all by myself."

"I don't understand."

"Okay ... look.  Tonight was gonna be me and Charlie, right?"

"Uh huh."

"And then tomorrow night was gonna be me and Patty, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then ... tonight both Charlie and Patty can sleep with me, and we can
do stuff if we stay awake, or we can just sleep like normal."

Jessica then followed along and proved she understood my new rules.

"So ... that means Alissa and Becky can sleep with you tomorrow night,
or alone with you for the next two nights, and then me and Christy can
sleep with you either by ourselves or together after that, right?"

"Yeah ... if you like that way.  You won't have me all to yourself if
you wanna share me with your cousin, except when we're gonna play by
ourselves for thirty minutes as much as we want to, but at least none of
you will ever be by yourselves all night long, and you won't be scared."

The girls looked around the room again, at each other, and seemed to be
checking the other girls for their acceptance.  Patty stepped forward,
reached around my hips, gave me one of her typical little girl hugs, and
sniffed as if she was trying to hold back a long cry.  It must have been
the perfect ploy, because the older girls agreed to the new terms.

"Okay.  That sounds fair.  Who gets the first thirty minutes of
tingles?"

"Why don't you all get into the bath after you unpack and make your
beds, and then we'll just figure that other stuff out after that?"

Becky took my left hand away from Charlie very tenderly, caressed it,
kissed it, and then looked up to my face as she whispered.

"When are *you* gonna take a bath, Cousin Kyle?"

That added yet another new complication to an already agreed-to plan.

"I guess when you're all done."

"But ... then we're gonna be all alone.  I don't wanna be alone, Cousin
Kyle, and your mommy and daddy said you couldn't leave us alone,
neither."

It was a really bold notion, but there was only one other way for all of
the girls to be together the entire time, and also not be 'alone' if
they wanted me to be hanging around.  That would mean I'd be staring or
ogling their naked bodies almost the whole time they weren't in bed.

"Then I guess we're all gonna take a bath together."

Almost every one of their eyes went wide, and half of them had smiles on
their faces.

In order to be certain I didn't scare any of them to death, especially
the youngest two, I needed to know some basic information.  I removed
my hand from Jessica's titty, withdrew my left hand from Becky's grip,
knelt down in front of the youngest two, and reached out with both hands
so they'd come closer.  As soon as their naked cunnies were about a foot
from my body I whispered as if I wanted to keep a secret.

"Charlie ... Patty?  Have you ever seen a boy without his clothes on?"

Charlie smiled and nodded, but Patty frowned and shook her head.

"Patty ... do you know what a boy looks like when he takes all his
clothes off?"

She looked down, toyed with my fingers, and then shrugged.

I looked to the other girls and asked again.

"What about you girls?  Have you ever seen a boy without any clothes?"

All of them, including Becky and Alissa, smiled, blushed, and nodded.

"How are you gonna feel looking at me when I take a bath with you, or
when you want me to touch you or the other girls inside the tub?"

Becky pushed her way between the youngest two, leaned against my hips
facing me which put her titties right in my face, looked up, smiled, and
then spoke in a confident manner.

"You can touch me as much as you wanna when we get in the bath, Cousin
Kyle, and I won't say nothin' if I get to see your ... thing."

Alissa then nudged Patty to the side, stepped up next to Becky, and
repeated what had been said.

"I like it when you give me tingles, Cousin Kyle, and I won't act all
silly when you show me and ... let me play with your thing."

Since my cousins were already naked the only thing they needed to do was
organize their sleeping accommodations first, get all of their personal
belongings situated, gather their bathing supplies, and meet me in the
bathroom.  I was hoping the big garden tub would fit enough of us at one
time so we didn't have any more arguments.

Ten minutes later, and with Patty still fearful she'd have to sleep by
herself, I brought my soap, shampoo, and towels to the bathroom.  My
girls brought their things as well, and the only thing left was to strip
my clothes off in front of a bunch of elementary school girls.

Since Patty was the only one who'd never seen a boy naked before she'd
have the honor of undressing me.  After all, she'd have the greatest
thrill and be intimidated the most, so it was only fair that she be able
to determine how fast I got as naked as they were.

To my amazement she was actually giggling and having a good time as she
unbuttoned my shirt, took it off my arms, and then undid my jeans.  My
dick was rock hard and pushing forward inside my underwear after my
jeans hit the bathroom floor, and rather than be intimidated the six
year old reached to my hips, tucked her small fingertips into the
elastic waistband, and drew my shorts right down my legs.

The moment the elastic was drawn down far enough my boner snapped up
against my tummy, and half the girls jumped back or flinched.  It was
obvious they'd never seen an older guy's cock when it was primed and
ready for action.

Patty was giggling and eager right up until she let go of my shorts and
saw what she'd uncovered.  That's when I felt a surge of adrenaline,
tremendous embarrassment, and extreme pride all at the same time.

"WOW!"
"It's so big!"
"Mmmmm!"
"Look at it sticking up!"
"It's moving a tiny bit like it's alive!"
"Uhhhhh!"

It was also when I heard a number of gasps, a few exclamations of
surprise, and at least one nine year old moan in agony, because she'd
have to wait at least two nights before she'd get access to what she
couldn't take her eyes off of.

Again, since I was the 'adult' of our small group it was incumbent upon
me to get our bath started.  The garden tub was quite a bit bigger than
I remembered, and I was glad for it, because all of the girls would be
able to squeeze into the tub once we had some water and bubble bath in
it.  I might have been too old for mountains of foam, but the youngest
girls were expecting to play in it, so again I had to change my
expectations and let the youngest of our group determine what was going
to happen.

Since the water heater was just outside the bathroom it didn't take long
before it got the water hot enough to feel just right.  Lots of bubble
juice was dribbled in, Charlie and Patty giggled and clapped their hands
at the amount I let pour out of the bottle, and once everything was
close enough to reach I stepped inside.  It didn't take long before the
rest of my naked fan club scampered into the tub, with Patty sitting
facing me and reaching under the growing mound of foam to touch what
she'd only seen for the first time a minute before.

In spite of how much trouble I could get into, and after having fought
so hard to keep from attending my family reunion, I let a six year old
touch and then explore my boner as the other girls huddled around her,
tried to figure out how they could do it too, and the tub continued to
fill with hot water and tons of bubbles.

What could have been yet another argument and challenge quickly became
what they'd always done together before.  Each of the girls was allowed
to reach through the mountains of suds toward my hips and do whatever
she wanted with my cock.  Most of them just wanted to caress and see
what a guy's dick felt like, but a couple of them actually worked their
small fingers around my boner and seemed to have a genuine understanding
of how to make me feel really good.

It seemed really strange to let six elementary school girls touch and
fondle my cock for a little while and then let her cousins have a turn.
It was almost as if they'd been waiting for this family reunion all
their lives just so they could enjoy some family love behind closed
doors and lots of privacy.

What seemed weird, but also fun, was for the youngest girls to need to
touch and explore me more than the older girls.  For Charlie and Patty
to tug on my cock and hint they wanted it a lot closer to their naked
and hairless baby pussies made me nervous for a few minutes.  They
seemed to know I wouldn't refuse any request they had, whether they
asked or just took what they wanted.

It took a while, but I was eventually able to collect enough blood in my
upper head to get the girls thinking about taking a bath rather than me
taking their virginity after the water was almost high enough to spill
over the edge of the tub.

Shampoo was applied to all their heads, they giggled and laughed at the
tall white hairdos that were created, and we easily tumbled into games
and a good time rather than nasty antics and crude thoughts ... all
while at least two of my naked group kept exploring my cock.

I was actually really surprised the girls were so cooperative and took
a bath without any arguments at all.  I was even able to shampoo my hair
and wash my body from eyebrow to toes.  But it was Charlie and Patty who
claimed the right to wash my boner, since they were going to be sleeping
with me after each of them got to spend some quiet time with me by
themselves.  It felt nice for the six year olds to explore and clean me
at the same time, and I think Patty was the more confident and eager one
after a little while.

They also seemed just as eager for me to wash their bodies, and I got to
use my bare hands to apply just the right amount of lady's soap to each
of them from their necks to their ticklish feet.  For me to cup and toy
with each girl's fat and rubbery bald cunny was a lot more fun than I
ever imagined ... before that day.  It was becoming clear why my Dad had
fallen in love with my Mom when she was just a little girl, because each
of my cousins craved my hand and fingers going between their legs over
and over again, and their soft and little bodies were a real turn on.

What could have seemed scary, at least for me, was when I turned each
girl around and worked my fingers between her cheeks in back.  Charlie
and Patty didn't really think it was a big deal, because they probably
felt their mother's hand do what I was doing, at least since they were
still so young.  But when I got to Becky and Alissa, they thought it was
just tickles and fun, and I had to work at getting them to calm down so
I could clean their most private and potentially dirty place on their
small and ticklish body.

As strange as it could have seemed I was actually getting to like
touching and fondling lots of naked little elementary school girls, and
if any of my junior high friends found out they'd call me a freak, and
a pervert, and a weirdo, and a pedo, and a whole bunch of even more
dirty stuff than that.  Somehow I was beginning to believe I wouldn't
care *what* they called me ... as long as I could spend lots of time
with my hands on a little girl's body.

We played some, told a few silly jokes about being naked or touching
naughty parts of certain fifteen year old boys, and it was Becky and
Alissa who realized we were wasting valuable time that a few lucky girls
would have right after we were dry and the bathroom was cleaned up.
Becky was the one who eventually focused our attention.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle!  Let's get out so you can give us tingles."

And with that six little girls did their best to rinse off, step out,
get dry, and wait to see me rise to my feet.  The tub was emptied, I
rinsed off, and I think I really liked the idea of six little girls
staring at my boner.  I don't think it had been as hard or pointed up
toward my chin quite as straight as it had that evening.  Even while I
was drying myself off I felt at least one small hand tug on or grip my
dick, and I liked to be the center of attention, finally.  What a
difference a year makes.

All six of them were literally ready to start a race until I decided who
was going to get tingles first.  There was no easy way to do it, and
someone would be disappointed any way it turned out, so I decided to
just reverse the age rule and brought my wrist watch with me to the big
master bedroom.  In order to make it fair for the other girls I let five
of them monitor my watch while I spent quiet time with one little girl
on the king size bed.

Jessica was my first contestant, and she could only start when the
minute and sweep second hand were in the right spot.  The other girls
knew enough about telling time to know when thirty minutes was up, and I
was absolutely convinced they wouldn't let a single second tick by
beyond those precious thirty minutes.  As soon as her time started she
walked into the room, closed the door, got up onto the bed next to me,
lie down, pulled my left hand to one titty, and then tucked my right
between her naked thighs.  A second later my right middle finger slipped
down her tight cunny slit, my thumb found her tingle bump, my lips
landed on her mouth, and I toyed with each titty in turn.

For me to be naked might be a problem with an older girl, but with a
nine year old I was pretty confident Jessica wouldn't insist I do
anything but give her good feelings and kiss her a lot.  When I felt her
tug on my cock and urge me to lie on top of her I knew my prior notion
was completely unfounded.

Once I was covering her body with a fair portion of my larger bulk she
began to undulate her hips up into me and did her best to pretend we
were 'doing it' with my finger deep inside her cunny and the back of my
cock rubbing along the front of her plump pussy.  It didn't take long
after she was whimpering under me and using my finger and thumb to
obtain as much pleasure as she could before I was making out with that
nine year old as if she was fourteen or fifteen.  She even let me push
my tongue beyond her lips and teeth and explore her small mouth.

Ten minutes after we'd started Jessica's body went rigid, then jerked
around about twenty times, and I felt her relax.  That was my cue to
climb off of her, but I couldn't quit touching and playing with her
cunny and titties.  She lie there looking up at me through half closed
eyes, a quivering smile on her face, and my finger made a whole bunch of
snapping and slurping noises as it went back and forth inside her cunny.
If I had been driving Uncle Steve's truck it would have been just like
when my Dad was fingering my Mom on the way to our family reunion.

She stayed still, stared into my eyes, kept pushing her cunny up into my
hand as if to beg for more, and seemed to be blissed out.  By the time
one of the other girls knocked on the bedroom door and called our time
over Jessica couldn't have cared if the house was burning down.

"TIME!  Come on, Jessica.  My turn."

Christy had to help Jessica get up, and I think the eight year old was
even more excited because of how her one year senior cousin looked than
how my boner appeared as I lie on my side smiling.  After Jessica was
able to walk on her own she stumbled to the bathroom to go pee, and then
Becky, a third grader hungry for her own fun, made sure the younger
girls knew how to use my watch.

"Okay ... when the minute hand is on that number you say go, and you
can't knock on the door until it's over there, okay?"

Becky was just as anxious to get Christy in and subsequently out as
Christy was to climb up onto an older guy's bed ... naked.

"Okay.  Hurry up, Christy.  I'm after you."

The girls looked at each other, my watch, and then Becky started us off
as if we were running some kind of perverted race.

"GO!"

The door was closed, Christy practically threw herself onto the bed, lie
down with her hands over her tummy, and looked scared to death.  It was
again incumbent upon me to be mature about molesting an eight year old.

"What would you like for me to do, Christy?"

She looked at me with a deer-in-the-headlights look and whispered.

"You ... you mean I can tell you what I want?"

"Uh huh.  This thirty minutes is just yours."

She hesitated for a moment, looked down my body, back up to my eyes,
blushed, shivered, and then whispered.

"Can I ... can I touch it, Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh.  Can I touch you too?"

"Sure!"

"Then ... go ahead.  You can touch my thing as much as you wanna."

She didn't hesitate more than a second before her right hand shifted
down her nude body, reached over my hips, and claimed my throbbing
boner.  She seemed so fascinated by how it looked that I decided to let
her see it up close.

"Why don't you turn around the other way ... with your head toward my
feet, and your feet toward my head?  That way you can see it as close as
you wanna, and I can give your cunny lots of nice rubs and tingles too."

She moved so fast I was sure she might fall off the bed.

A moment later Christy was using both hands to rub and explore my penis
as if it was the most fascinating thing she could ever want to see.  My
fingers returned to her hairless cunny, I lifted her left knee so I had
lots more room, and the eight year old must have believed I wanted her
to shift her kitty closer to my face.

What had been about a foot or two away was less than an inch from my
nose a couple of seconds later.  That brought the tip of my boner really
close to her face too, and I think Christy had heard some stories about
older girls putting their lips around a guy's thing to make him feel
good, because while I was studying her tight slight and working my
middle finger a little at a time into her pee hole Christy leaned
forward and kissed my penis.

It felt so good I instinctively lunged forward, and rather than just
kiss it her mouth was being pressed against the end of my boner.  She
must have believed I wanted her to do it again and accept more of my
cock, because she leaned forward, opened her mouth a tiny bit, and let
me put the end of my dick a little bit more inside her mouth.

I'd heard stories of older girls letting a guy stick his peder inside
her mouth, and I'd always thought it was a horrible thing to do, until
Christy began to shift her mouth back and forth over the tip of my dick
and lick me like a candy sucker.  Without any conscious thought I leaned
forward and kissed her cunny.

There was like this old joke the older guys in school always said, and I
thought it was true ... until my mouth was pressed tight to an eight
year olds hairless cunny.

"Once you're past the smell you've got it licked."

Christy smelled and tasted clean, since we'd all just stepped out of the
same tub after taking a bath together.

A moment after my lips were pressed to her bald kitty I pretended I was
going to kiss her mouth and began to explore her cunny with my lips and
eventually with the tip of my tongue.  It didn't take long for me to
remember that lovely little red bump that was super sensitive, and after
I drew my courage up I teased her nether lips apart a little bit and
found something that was going to be mine as often as I wanted.

Christy began to moan with her lips around my boner after I found and
began to lick her tingle bump, and the rhythmic undulations she'd given
me up in the hay loft were again returning as I licked more confidently
and more firmly.  Within a matter of a minute I had my right middle
finger all the way inside her cunny and she was pushing into my mouth
back and forth like we were having sex for real.

That tingle that I always craved was starting to well up from deep
inside my body, and if I wasn't careful I was going to spray Christy's
mouth with some sticky goo that she'd think was the most gross thing in
the whole world.  It took a lot of effort and concentration, but I was
able to lean my head back just enough to whisper to my third grade
lover.  What was funny was when Christy kept pushing her hips forward so
I'd keep kissing her cunny.

"Christy ... if you keep ... sucking on it I'm gonna ... I'm gonna shoot
something inside your mouth.  Maybe you better stop, because you're just
eight, and I think you're too young for that."

One of the things that I wouldn't realize until many years later is that
when you tell a little girl she's too young for something she's going to
try that much harder to prove she isn't.

Christy wrapped her left arm around my butt, pulled her face tight to my
hips, kept working her mouth back and forth onto my boner like she knew
what she was doing, and proved I was going to have her in my bed more
than once that week.

Since she was trying to prove me wrong I'd only allow her one last
warning, so I spoke again, this time with a lot more confidence.

"Christy!  If you don't quit you're gonna taste something you're not
gonna like."

All she did was suck harder and move her mouth further onto my boner.

Two could play that game, so I teased her thighs apart a little bit, put
my mouth tight to her bald cunny, drilled my tongue onto her tingle
bump, and then rolled it around like I was trying to get to the
chocolate center of a candy sucker in ten seconds.

Her hips began to undulate even harder into my face, I held her butt
with one hand, kept sticking my right middle finger in and out as far
and as fast into her tight and wet cunny as it could go, and began to
hear Christy whimper onto my boner.  As long as she kept sucking on me I
was going to keep licking and fingering her.  I think we must have both
thought it was some kind of race or contest, and neither of us wanted
the other person to win.

Having learned quite a bit about girls in just one afternoon while they
were naked in a hay loft I tortured her tingle bump until Christy's body
stopped moving and all her muscles got hard.  Something told me she was
having that good feeling again, so I sucked on her tingle bump, held it
between my lips, and felt her trying to kick me in the face with her
thighs for the next couple of minutes.

She was so completely oblivious to the effect her mouth had on my boner
that she wasn't aware of getting something of mine that no other girl
had ever tasted, must less seen, or even created with her hands.  My
dick felt like it was on fire as it squirted my juice into her mouth
over and over again, and to make sure she didn't know what was going on
I kept sucking on her tingle bump and wiggling my finger around inside
her tight cunny.

It was only when she pushed her left hand between our bodies and tried
to force my mouth and tongue away from her cunny that I knew she'd had
enough, but even then she didn't take her mouth off my dick.  I didn't
mind, and I lie on my side staring at her little girl kitty with my
middle finger going super slow back and forth inside her pee hole.

The clock on the wall behind Christy told me that we'd only been
together for like ten minutes when she let my boner go and whimpered at
me with her thighs clamping down hard on my hand.  My finger came out,
I leaned forward, gave her cunny a little kiss, and without realizing it
proved to the eight year old that I was a much more worldly man than she
could have ever imagined.  She even let me open her legs so I could look
at her kitty as much as I wanted to, as long as I didn't give her any
more super good tingles.

By the time Becky knocked on the door Christy was lying next to me,
smiling into my eyes, had one hand on my half-hard dick, and seemed to
be dreaming.

"TIME!"

Christy then whispered and kissed me at the same time.

"Can we do this again really soon, Cousin Kyle?  I like it when you put
your thing in my mouth."

"Uh huh ... but don't tell anyone, because they'll think we were being
nasty by giving each other super good tingles in our special way."

"Okay ... only you and me with do this, then, okay?"

"I'm gonna love to give you lots of licks from now on, Christy."

I cupped her bald cunny, tickled her tingle bump a tiny bit, sucked on
her little titties, gave her one last kiss for the half hour, and then
let her go.

She hadn't been on her feet and had her toes on the threshold of the
door open before the other girls pushed their way in and leaned beyond
the door jamb to see as much as they could and giggle while looking at
my cock as it bobbed up and down to each heartbeat.  Poor Christy was
barely able to make her way out of the room and wobbling toward the
bathroom more than six inches beyond the door before Becky was turned
around with her fanny on my side of the doorway and making sure Alissa
knew how to use my watch.

"Alissa, you be sure not to knock on the door until *after* the big hand
is on that number, okay?  You can't knock before, cuz I'm gonna spend as
much time with Cousin Kyle as I can."

"Okay!  Hurry up, Becky!"

Becky pushed the other girls backward through the open door, closed it,
and then practically jumped from where she was standing to the bed where
I was still lying sideways.  Her animated movements and enthusiasm up
until she was on the bed left me with the impression that I might be
attacked and raped, but Becky's preference was to lie still, close her
eyes, spread her legs apart, coax me to sit between her thighs while I
looked at her cunny, and let me rub her tingle bump while a gentle
finger teased at her pee hole and wiggled inside.

The difference in her play time and Christy's was like night and day.

Where Christy acted more like a woman, Becky acted like a timid little
girl.  I didn't mind one bit, because I was tired from being drained by
an eight year old who sucked on my cock hard enough to make me empty my
balls and my dick to throb like it never had in my life.

By the halfway point I was looking at her cute cunny with a smile on my
face, fingering it while toying with her very sensitive tingle bump, and
smiling as the seven year old kept twitching and jerking around under my
careful manipulations.

To give her a bigger thrill I rolled onto my back, pulled her on top of
me, opened her legs from behind with both hands around her naked hips,
and must have given her the impression that we were going to 'do it.'
Instead I pushed my boner between her legs, wiggled her wet cunny down
and against the top of my throbbing cock, and spent the last ten minutes
kissing her while pretending to 'do it' with her.

Becky might have been reluctant to do anything when she first lie down,
but as soon as I assumed dominance over her and coaxed her to push down
onto my hips her demeanor changed quite a bit.  What had been a timid
little girl who might have been scared to touch or look at me was
transformed into a young woman who craved the sensation of her tingle
bump being pushed hard into my pubic bone and rubbing back and forth,
and the feel of my boner as it rubbed and squished along the slick wet
heat of her bald little girl pussy.

My younger cousin had never looked happier than a few moments before
Alissa knocked on the door and told us we needed to quit.

"TIME!"

Becky had a lot more energy than either Jessica or Christy did, and
before I had a chance to ask her to keep quiet about our private games
and where I pushed my cock she giggled, rubbed me a few more times,
climbed up off my body, gripped my dick once in both small hands, and
then ran out of the room.

Alissa handed my watch to Patty and Charlie, closed the door, and ran to
the bed.  She climbed on and immediately stopped moving the moment she
saw my dick.  I knew what she wanted without having to ask, but in order
to be absolutely sure I did.

"Alissa?"

" yeah "

"What do you want me to do, or what do you wanna do?"

"Can I ... touch it?"

"Uh huh.  Will you let me touch your peepee, too?"

"I don't care.  You can do whatever you want, because what you did
before felt super good.  All I wanna do is touch your ... thing as much
as I can, cuz I ain't never seen a real boy's thing as big as yours."

She might not have had a lot of my time in the hay loft, but for the
next thirty minutes she knew I was going to make her feel good.

Alissa wasn't disappointed.

By the time I heard a light knock on the door, as if a timid six year
old girl wanted to come in, Alissa got at least one nice feeling, felt
my right middle finger travel the rest of the way inside her tight
cunny, and kept rocking her hips up into my hand when my thumb found and
then rolled her tingle bump around.  She got to grip, explore, and play
with my boner as much as she wanted, which was a little funny because
all she did was just hold and feel around it the whole time.

Her energy level was about the same as Becky's.  The second seven year
old bounded out of the room after we shared a nice kiss, and then two
six year olds stepped into the bedroom, naked, side-by-side, holding
hands, and displaying expressions on their face that confirmed they
didn't want to be by themselves any longer.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?  Come in, girls."

They closed the door, bolted forward, dropped my watch to the nightstand
alongside the bed, lunged into my ribs, and seemed to need a hug more
than sexual pleasure.

"Are you girls a tiny bit scared of being by yourselves?"

They both nodded into my body, and Patty stuffed her left thumb into her
mouth.  It didn't take long before Charlie repeated what her cousin had,
and that proved my youngest cousins were nothing more than naked babies.

"Did the other girls already go to bed?"

Again, they nodded.

"Have you girls gone potty one last time before we go to bed?"

They looked up into my eyes, seemed perplexed about what I might ask
them to do, and eventually shook their head side-to-side.

"Why don't we go potty one more time so we can get in bed together and
snuggle until the morning time?"

Patty withdrew her thumb and then whispered.

"Are you really gonna let both me and Charlie sleep with you together,
Cousin Kyle ... for real?"

"Uh huh ... if you want to.  Would you like to sleep with me together,
or do you wanna sleep only with your cousin in your own bed?"

Charlie took over even before Patty could think about answering.

"Please can we sleep with you together, Cousin Kyle?  We don't wanna be
all by ourselves, none.  We're scared."

"Okay.  That settles it, then.  You two will sleep with me tonight, and
if we get a chance the three of us will sleep together again as many
times as we can, okay?"

They lunged forward, wrapped their chubby arms around my bare body, and
then seemed to relax quite a bit.

"Come on.  Let's go check on the other girls, make sure they're in bed,
and then we can go potty and come to bed too."

As I suspected the other four were tucked into two beds, Jessica and
Christy were touching and kissing each other under the covers and in the
dark, and Becky and Alissa were giggling and probably sharing everything
they did or felt while I played with their nude bodies.

Patty and Charlie were taken to the potty, they peed, I wiped their
plump and hairless baby pussies, I emptied my bladder, and let them
touch me for a few moments just to keep things equal.  The rest of the
lights in the ranch house were turned off, and then the three of us went
to the master bedroom so we could get into bed.

Rather than want to touch me or be touched my two youngest playmates and
potential students and sex partners just wanted to snuggle against my
body and feel safe.  They didn't seem to mind when my hands shifted down
their backs, onto their perky little butts, and then teased their thighs
apart so I could touch and tickle their bald cunnies from behind and
underneath, because rather than swat my hands away or complain they both
giggled, cocked their knees out, and then sighed.

When I heard Charlie sigh and felt Patty push her fanny up into my hand
I knew they weren't going to mind a whole lot if I kept exploring their
first grade bodies until I fell asleep.  That's just what happened,
their steady breathing into my ears about fifteen minutes after they'd
lie down against my naked body, and at least part of each middle finger
tucked a short way inside each six year olds tight cunny.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I lie there in the dark.  There
were two naked six year olds in bed with me, I had the tips of my two
longest digits inside their bald little kitties, and I'd spent the last
two hours fingering, kissing, fondling, and sexing four other elementary
school girls.

What seemed totally ironic was the fact that I didn't even want to come
to this family reunion, and it was just the first day.  We had two whole
weeks to have fun together, and if I was lucky at least one of the girls
might talk me into 'doing it' with her.  I was convinced it would be
either Christy or Jessica.

There was no more elegant a feeling in the world than for me to wiggle
the tips of my middle fingers back and forth along the tight hairless
slits of two sleeping six year olds.  How could I have been so silly and
miss so many opportunities before.

When I woke up it was still super dark, and I could hear coyotes howling
off in the distance.  I remembered sleeping outside once a couple of
years before when Uncle Steven asked me if I wanted to camp out like the
cowboys used to, and one of the lingering memories I had was the sounds
from so much wildlife surrounding us that night.

But with my hands tucked between two six year olds thighs, and at least
one digit from each appendage strumming along their bald kitties from
behind and underneath, I knew what was outside wasn't quite as important
as what might be with me in bed if I didn't take my sleeping partners to
the potty.

Rather than take a chance that one child might have an accident while I
was tending to the other girl I decided to bring both at the same time.
Being fifteen, and rather proud of my size and strength, I was able to
wrangle my two sleeping partners up, into my arms, along my naked body,
and into the bathroom.  With Patty on the potty first Charlie stayed
tight to my chest and kept snoring into my ear.

It didn't take more than five seconds for me to realize my decision was
the best one, because the noise from under Patty's bum made it sound
like a pipe had ruptured.  After Charlie got a chance to go pee when
Patty was finished I had the girls stand up on their own wobbly legs
while hugging each other for a minute, I emptied my bladder, and then
flushed the commode.  Neither of them woke up enough to notice I'd taken
them to the bathroom, and after they were lying under the sheet next to
each other I couldn't tell they'd even noticed I'd been sleeping with
them or molesting their almost infant pussies.

Since I was the 'adult' of the group it was my responsibility to make
sure the other girls also didn't have a nighttime accident.  The younger
girls would be first, so Alissa and Becky were next in line.  This time,
however, I took only one at a time, since neither of them seemed to be
quite as afraid to be alone as my youngest two.

Alissa was able to walk on her own beside me and held my right hand all
the way to the potty, although she didn't make any outward hints that
she was in need of anything other than a visit to the potty.  Once there
she wiggled her way onto the white plastic seat, did her business, and
seemed quite satisfied ... until she wiped her peepee, scooted forward
off the commode seat, leaned into my body, and I heard her whisper to me
as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

Alissa caressed my back with her small hands, kept looking down my body
at my boner, and seemed to either be distracted, or was doing her best
to build her strength up to ask a dangerous question.  I found out why
she felt so intimidated a moment later.

"Can I have another nice tingle feeling ... please?"

The thought of us lying in bed, touching, kissing, and doing things to
each other's private parts made me smile, but I had to remember what my
mom and dad would say if I didn't act more like an adult, as they
expected of me.

"I've got to take the other girls to go potty, Alissa."

She didn't even hesitate to offer a rebuttal, as if she knew I'd refuse.

"But ... after that ... can you give me another one ... please?"

Even after so much touching, kissing, and timid explorations, I still
felt horny.  It was stupid for me to consider it, but at least I might
be able to scare Alissa just enough to keep her in bed with Becky rather
than want to be with me for some unknown amount of time.  Christy had
been willing to give me a nice feeling too, so maybe the other girls
might have that same desire and ambition.  The way Alissa sounded she
might desire even more than that.

"But if you and me get to spend some time by ourselves, even after I
gave you that nice tingle before, I might wanna do other stuff that
little girls might be scared of."

Before she could curtail her enthusiasm Alissa barked back at me.

"I'm not a little girl!"

She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth and waited to see if
anyone in the house had heard her.  Both of us stayed quiet for a few
seconds, we could only hear the sound of the water heater beyond one
wall, the coyotes outside, and after she felt comfortable again removed
her hands.  What she shared next proved I would have a newfound respect
for how brave young girls could be.

"You can do anything you want with me, Cousin Kyle ... because I love
you, and I wanna feel all those good tingles for a super long time.  If
you need to feel some good tingles too ... then I'll try not to be
scared any."

"Okay ... then after I take all the girls to go potty you need to meet
me in the living room on the couch.  I don't want any of the other beds
to get messed up, because then the girls can tell we did something."

Alissa still wasn't satisfied.

"But before you take me back to bed with Becky ... can you just give me
a tiny little tingle ... please?"

There was no reason I couldn't make her feel good, even if we only got
to spend a minute inside the bathroom, so I leaned forward, pressed my
lips to hers, dropped my right hand between her thighs, and felt her
shift her feet apart so I had all the room I needed to rub her very
sensitive tingle bump.  I was amazed a seven year old could kiss that
good, and after about a minute her hips were wiggling around as if she
was really close to having another good feeling.

She was *so* close, in fact, that I could help her feel super good in a
way that would make her adore me forever.  I broke our kiss, I heard her
whimper her displeasure at me, but she wouldn't be unhappy for very
long.  Rather than just lean back I kept kissing down her chest until I
was playing with her hard little nipples and soft baby fat titties using
my lips and tongue.  Alissa was so amazed she just stood there panting.

Even though she was only seven it felt like her little titties were big
enough that I could play with them, suck on them really good, cup them
with my hands, and pretend she might be twelve or thirteen.  I think I
was more surprised than Alissa was at how eagerly I toyed with her
little boobies, and she kept hugging my head and combing her fingers
through my hair as if she liked what I was doing.

She had no idea.

Once I'd kissed, licked, and sucked on her titties enough I shifted my
mouth down her tummy until I got to her belly button and then knelt down
in front of her naked toes.  She was far too ticklish for me to kiss her
tummy for very long, and she'd giggle or laugh really loud if I spent
more than a second at her very sensitive indentation, so I shifted even
lower.  By the time my mouth was less than an inch from her plump and
bald kitty she was panting, and I heard her whisper something that would
forever remain with me.

"Ohhhh, Cousin Kyle!  I feel like a real grown-up woman right now."

A moment later I was applying a series of gentle kisses to her fat
peepee and pushing my face against her kitty as if I was trying to rub
her like a cat.  She seemed to instinctively know what to do to make it
easier for me, because she shifted her bare feet apart a little bit,
arched her back, pushed her hips into my face, and cupped the back of my
head to bring my tongue in line with her tingle bump.

She was only the second girl I'd ever kissed or licked on her cunny, but
I knew in an instant that I'd always want to do that with a girl.  For
my first two girls to be only eight and seven meant I needed to practice
and get better so that thirteen and fourteen year olds would think I was
the best thing on the Earth since their favorite rock star.

To Alissa I was not only her favorite cousin, and the guy she probably
always wanted to kiss during our family reunions, but when I began to
roll her tingle bump around with my tongue I must have become her living
idol.  She sucked in a deep breath between her teeth, sounded like a
rattlesnake about to strike when she hissed, pushed my face super hard
against her cunny, and began to rock her hips back and forth like she
was pretending we were in bed and doing it.

It didn't take more than a minute before Alissa went quiet, her body got
all super stiff, she quit moving, and then she started to jerk back and
forth like she was having that good feeling again.  Since she'd let me
push my finger into her pee hole before I knew she'd let me do it again,
so with my mouth tight to her puffy and hairless kitty my right middle
finger teased up between her chubby thighs until I was making some nasty
slurping and snapping sounds inside her peepee hole.

The longer I licked while she was bucking into my face like a naked colt
the more I wanted to keep my mouth on her cunny.  Maybe if we were in
bed and lying down she would have let me lick her for an hour, but after
her knees started to shake she pushed my face away from her body.

Alissa had to sit back down on the commode for a minute so she wouldn't
fall down, and after she let me wipe her cunny with some tissue she
tugged on my hands, drew me into a kneeling position in front of her,
held my face with our noses almost touching, and she whispered right
into my mouth.

"You've been so super special to me, Cousin Kyle ... and I wanna make
you feel good too, but ... "

"But what, Alissa?"

" ... I don't know how to do that."

She hesitated for a moment, and before I could say anything or offer any
suggestions for how she might resolve that problem she began to speak
again.

"I want you to teach me all the sexy stuff that you know so I can give
you a good feeling too, okay?"

That's when I realized I needed to tone down my ambitions quite a bit,
because Alissa was nothing more than a seven year old child, and if I
did something that scared her, or worse hurt her, my parents would beat
me until I was dead.  Besides, my naked and happy playmate was just a
third grade little girl, and she had plenty of time to learn all sorts
of stuff in the next few years.  Our family reunion would last for two
whole weeks, so perhaps she might want to learn everything she could
over that abbreviated period.  I'd be willing to teach her, but I needed
to go a lot slower so I didn't regret anything we did.

"I'll teach you as much as I can when we're alone, Alissa, but you have
to remember that sometimes big guys like me will want to do things that
little ... young girls might need to go just a tiny bit slower when they
wanna make a guy feel good."

"But ... I'm not scared, Cousin Kyle."

"I know, Alissa, I know.  But if I let you help me have a good feeling I
might want to ... do stuff."

"Like what?"

"You know ... stuff that ... people do when they wanna ... you know."

A moment later her eyes went wide, her mouth came open a little bit, and
she seemed to finally become aware of what a boy might want to do when
a little girl had all her clothes off and was in bed with him.

To my amazement, and half a minute after her head was filled with all
manner of perverse and nasty notions, Alissa proved she wasn't going to
miss out on anything during our two week family reunion.

"You can ... you can do it with me if you wanna, Cousin Kyle.  You
pushed your finger inside my peepee, so ... if you wanna ... you can
push your ... thing inside my peepee too."

The idea that she'd be willing to be my first lover for real was having
an adverse effect on my intelligence.  While she was still sitting on
the potty my right hand slipped between her thighs, and my right middle
digit disappeared within the hot wet depths of her seven year old cunny.
A second later my thumb slipped between her cunny lips onto her tingle
bump, and for the next few minutes I pretended I was doing it with my
third grade cousin.  Alissa loved the sensation of having yet another
good feeling, and she kept hinting that I needed to substitute my boner
for my finger.  I was tempted.

After she had her third good feeling in a row I realized what my Dad
said when he told me that sometimes a guy can lose control when the good
feelings start to affect his brain.  Alissa was looking pretty tired,
and I didn't want to get into tons of trouble, so I took my finger out
of her tight pee hole, wiped her up, washed my hands, and walked her
back to bed so she could sleep for a little while.  If we had the
chance, and she talked me into it, I *might* consider doing it with her,
but not until I had some time to think about what might happen after.

Becky never woke up when I took her to the potty, and I'm glad, because
I was so horny she might talk me into just about anything.  By the time
I brought her back to bed Alissa was already asleep and snoring, so I
knew she wouldn't be trying to talk me into anything nasty.

The last two girls were the oldest and probably knew to go potty by
themselves, but I couldn't take the chance that they might have a bed
accident, because I would be responsible.  When I walked into the room
and could see Jessica and Christy hugging under the sheet and blanket I
was sure I might regret waking either or both of them up.  One of the
wooden floor slats creaked while I was hovering over their bed, and
Jessica turned her face toward me and whispered.

"Is that you, Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh.  I was coming to check to see if you needed to go potty."

"Yeah ... but I've been really comfy in bed with Christy."

"Okay ... when you need to go you can "

I didn't get much of a chance to finish my statement before Jessica
worked her way out from under Christy's arms and legs and then climbed
out of bed.  Without a moment's hesitation she lunged straight for my
ribs and gave me yet another one of her spine-cracking hugs.  Her bare
body felt really good, but what felt better was my boner being pushed so
hard into my tummy by the body of a naked nine year old.

The only way to prevent me from asking her to lie down so I could see
what other things felt nice was to coax her out of the bedroom.

"Come on ... let's take you to the potty so you can go pee."

" kay "

As I turned and led Jessica out of their bedroom I looked back and made
sure Christy wasn't awake and didn't notice me taking her sleeping
partner out of the room.  She stayed motionless and kept breathing
really deep, so she was still asleep.  Jessica wouldn't be missed, at
least for a few minutes.

The moment the bathroom door was closed and I turned the light on
Jessica started to say something.

"Cousin Kyle, I ... "

She didn't have much of a chance to say anything else, because I tilted
her head back, looked into her squinting eyes, leaned down, and began to
kiss her as if she was my real girlfriend.  I think she was a little
surprised by my ambition, but she quickly became an active participant
in our game of labial and lingual explorations.  It didn't take more
than ten seconds for us to be kissing really good, and she kept wiggling
her tongue into my mouth as if to prove that she was much more mature
than her nine years.

My right hand found her left breast soon after, and her puffy nipples
and cute pointed titties fell under my influence without so much as a
whimper.  In complete opposition to what I'd told my parents one day
before we left our house to go to our family reunion I was making out
with a nine year old and looking forward to every second of it.

After a couple of minutes of kissing Jessica pulled back a little bit,
smiled, kissed me for a second, gave me a really nice hug, and then
began to whisper into my bare chest.

"Cousin Kyle, I ... I wanna do some more special stuff with you so I
can give you something that I've never given another boy in my whole
life, but ... I'm a tiny bit scared."

What Alissa had eluded to was also something that Jessica seemed to want
as well, and I was getting the impression that I might do it with each
of the girls in the ranch house, except Charlie and Patty.  They were
just too small and young at six.

While hugging Jessica to my chest, and rocking her back and forth like
we were in love or something, I whispered into the top of her head and
tried to sound as romantic as I could so she wouldn't regret anything we
might decide to do, even if she got too scared and didn't want to do it.

"It's okay, Jessica.  It's normal for a girl to be scared when she does
stuff with a boy for the first time."

I stopped for a moment, reflected on how I'd treated her for the last
eight years, and then drew my courage up.

"I guess I haven't exactly been the nicest cousin to you, or the other
girls too, so I guess it's okay if you wanna just talk about it first
and then see if you might wanna do whatever will make you feel good."

"But ... I wanna make you feel good too, Cousin Kyle.  It's not fair
that only us girls get to feel super good and have lots of nice tingles
on our peepees and titties and stuff.  Boys need to feel good tingles
too, and ... I wanna give you the best feeling in the whole world."

"Really, Jessica ... you really wanna do something super special like
that for me?"

"Of *course* Cousin Kyle!  I love you ... and I want you to see that I'm
not just some dumb little girl who don't know any better.  I know it's
only fair that you get to have lots of good feelings too, even ... you
know ... that super special tingle that ... that boys have."

"I know, Jessica.  I've had that good tingle a bunch of times already by
myself, and it really does feel as good as you say, so I appreciate that
you wanna help me have one ... or two."

"Tee-hee-hee."

For her to see through my veil of sexual hunger felt good, and I liked
it when she giggled at me, because we both knew I'd want to have more
than one good feeling before the week was out.  If I was lucky I might
even get to have one or two dozen before the morning.

We hugged for a few more seconds, and I was hoping she'd want to coax me
into something that I knew neither of us were ready for, but both wanted
really bad.  When she began to whisper again I was ready to hear news
that would keep Jessica in my memories for years.

"When Christy came to bed we ... we, ummm ... we talked about stuff."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh.  Please don't be mad at me, or think I'm a dirty girl, Cousin
Kyle, but ... "

She stopped speaking, but started moving a moment later.  I was sure she
was going to ask me to lie down on the floor so she could climb onto my
hips, but instead she let me go, knelt down in front of me, touched my
boner with both hands, and then leaned forward with her eyes closed.

What Christy and Jessica had talked about must have something to do with
how the eight year old and I had shared some special kisses and licks,
because a moment after Jessica kissed my dick the first time she wrapped
her lips around the tip and began to do the same thing that Christy did.

For the next couple of minutes I was staring down my naked body and
watching a nine year old move her mouth back and forth with increasing
confidence along my peder.  The longer she took the better it felt, and
that delicious tingle that I'd felt a few hours before inside Christy's
mouth was beginning to return, this time in her one year senior cousin's
small and very skilled mouth.

But something about what Jessica said seemed to make me feel guilty, and
I didn't want her first experience with my boner in her mouth to be
anything but something she would always remember with love and hunger.

In spite of how good it felt I pushed against Jessica's face, my dick
came out of her mouth and snapped up against my tummy, and she looked up
into my eyes as if I'd just told her she was the ugliest girl in the
whole world.  She wouldn't feel any sort of sadness in a moment.

"Get up, Jessica."

"But ... why?"

"Because I wanna make you feel good too.  Would you like for me to give
you a nice tingle ... with my ... tongue?"

Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped a little bit, and her lips formed a
perfect 'O' for a fifteen year old to slip his boner into.

Rather than say anything she knelt there and nodded.

"Let's go to the living room and lie down on the couch.  That way we can
both be comfy, and we won't get another bed messed up."

"KAY!"

The moment she replied in a rather excited fashion she clamped one hand
over her mouth, looked scared, and waited to see if anyone heard her.
The funny thing is she kept one of her hands on my boner as if to keep
possession of something that she might never get enough of.  I liked
that kind of determination.

The bathroom light was turned off, the door opened slowly, and with the
blue-tinted glow of the moon pouring through two wide windows onto the
floor as our guide we walked hand-in-hand and naked to the living room.
Neither of us needed to say a word, and as soon as we were close enough
I lie down on the couch on my side and reached out to Jessica.  She lie
down facing me with her mouth close to mine, so I figured she just
wanted to start off by kissing.  I turned her on her back, slipped my
hand down to her cunny, rubbed her up and down really slow to make her
feel good, and felt her left hand shift over her body to claim my dick.
Our kiss began as the last one ended, and Jessica was treated as if she
was my fourteen year old girlfriend.

When I found her tingle bump, had been rolling it around long enough,
and her hips were undulating up into my hand, she broke our kiss and
whispered into my mouth.

"Can we do it now?"

"Uh huh.  Turn over so your feet are close to my head, and your head is
close to my feet."

" kay "

The moment she settled onto the couch sideways and facing me I reached
around her naked fanny, pulled her cunny to my face, and began to kiss
her kitty like I kissed her mouth.  That was all the hint she needed to
tug my aching boner closer to her mouth, put her lips around my peder,
and move back and forth slowly but really good.

Jessica tried her best to resist what my tongue was doing to her tingle
bump, but she eventually succumbed to what had to have been the best
good feeling she might ever experience.  In her zeal to share her good
fortune she moved her mouth back and forth further and faster until her
head was moving like a sewing machine onto my boner.

It was too much for me too, but I needed to prove that I was the more
experienced and 'wiser' partner, so I drilled into her tingle bump with
my tongue and flicked it around like I was trying to tickle her.  It was
the perfect way to send her right over the top, and the moment she began
to jerk back and forth and show me that I'd given her another good
feeling I pushed forward with my dick and let go.

With her thighs twitching and pushing against my face, her whole body
stuttering and trembling like she was having a nervous breakdown, and my
whole dick inside her mouth, I felt my balls tingle like they never had
before in my young life.  Somewhere in the bright white of sexual bliss,
and the light streaming in from what had to be the full moon outside, I
had the good sense to suck hard on her tingle bump and tickle it with
the tip of my tongue.  That seemed to keep Jessica out of her mind long
enough that she never noticed me filling her mouth up over and over
again with my sticky goo.

Even after both of us stopped convulsing like two sick people with brain
damage we kept licking and sucking on each other.  Each time I licked
another little girl I seemed to like it more, and with my tongue going
up and down her tight cunny slit I shifted down her kitty and licked her
pee opening too.  It must have felt really good, because Jessica grunted
and sucked on my boner as if she wanted me to know she liked it.

A few minutes later I turned Jessica over, we kissed a whole bunch, I
got to touch every inch of her body, she got to play with my half-hard
boner until she giggled, and then I heard her whisper something that
proved I was going to have a new found respect for the nine year old.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for giving me that super good feeling a whole bunch of times."

"You're welcome.  Thanks for giving me one, too."

"Tee-hee-hee.  If you want I'll give you that good tingle as many times
as we can before I have to go home, okay?"

"You'd let me do that ... with your mouth ... again?"

"Of course, Silly.  As long as you lick my peepee too, then ... we can
do it as many times as you wanna."

I pulled her body to mine, gave her a nice tight hug, and then heard her
add more.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we ... can we pretend ... just for a minute ... "

"You've been so sweet to me, Jessica ... we can do whatever you want."

I heard her swallow, I felt her shudder, and then she broke our hug.  A
few seconds later she turned, rose from the couch, and extended her
hands as if to coax me up as well.  I also turned and was about to step
to my feet, but she stopped me after I was sitting up.  I'd find out why
a second later.

While looking down at me, and with the moonlight streaming in to make
her naked body look like it was glowing like an angel, Jessica held onto
my shoulders, cocked her knees out, lifted her right knee up, directed
it to the couch along the middle of my left thigh, and repeated the same
thing with her left knee alongside my right thigh.  She was squatting
over my lap and looking right into my eyes when she whispered again.

"Push your thing down a little bit, and when I sit down super close so
our bodies are hugging I want you to ... to push your thing up between
my legs so I can feel it under my peepee."

For her to say 'under' rather than 'in' proved she wasn't kidding when
she used the other word 'pretend' a minute before.

She added more a second later.

"When I sit down, and you push your thing up between my legs, I'm gonna
move back and forth and pretend ... pretend that we were doing it for
real, okay?"

It was the second time I'd ever been that close to having real sex with
a girl, and since Jessica was only nine, and willing to be my practice
partner, I agreed to her terms.

I kissed her, smiled, and then whispered into her mouth.

"Okay."

It took some maneuvering the first time, but that wasn't a surprise, and
I was able to reach around her hip, under her bum, between her legs, and
then forward so I could coax the tip of my rock hard boner down.  It
actually hurt for me to push on it and bend it so it was sticking
forward rather than straight up, but at that moment I was willing to
endure just about anything.

Jessica might have been panting and scared to death, but she was brave
enough to lower her bum to my legs, scoot forward, press her naked hips
to mine, and then wrap her arms as far around my body as she could
reach.

The instant she'd settled into place I let go, felt the wetness from her
cunny all over the top and tip of my dick, and knew that all the stories
about doing it with a girl were true.  It *did* feel good, and we hadn't
even gotten to the real good stuff yet.

At first Jessica might have been intimidated because of how close my
dick was to her pee hole, but her excitement overcame her fear, and
within another minute she was rocking her hips back and forth just like
she did when I was lying over her naked body in the hay loft.  This
time, however, we were both naked, and I had my boner between her thighs
and pressed right up against her hot and very wet cunny crack.

What had been reluctance and trepidation quickly turned into sexual
pleasure, and I think Jessica was liking the feeling of our bodies
rubbing together a lot, because each time she'd push forward she'd
whimper a little bit, flinch, and grunt.  By the time she was doing her
best to push her hips all the way through my body to the couch I got the
impression it was her tingle bump rubbing on the top of my boner that
was making her feel so good.  To confirm that I rolled my hips under as
well and pushed up a little bit.

When she yelped like she'd stubbed her toe and then pushed even harder
I knew my assumptions were correct.  I couldn't stop smiling.

In order to give her another good feeling I pulled her body down into
mine, kissed her lips for a few seconds, and then whispered.

"Push as hard as you wanna right ... there ... "

"Nnnnnn!"

" ... and keep that nice tingle for as long as you can stand it."

Jessica's body began to jerk around a lot like it did before, and she
was about to have that good tingle that she now craved so much.  What
she didn't realize, though, was that each time she pushed forward and
down the tip of my boner was teasing at her pink pucker in back.  I
liked the feeling of her skin against the tip of my dick, and each time
I felt us come together in the right way I flinched a little bit and was
able to feel a tiny bit more of her poopie hole relax and hug the end of
my dick.

It didn't take very long before she was too excited to care, and with
one more downward lunge from her cunny, and one quick lurch up with the
end of my boner, we both felt the sensation of a new and dirty kind of
sex that we'd never thought about.

Jessica might have been out of her mind, but she had just enough mental
awareness to hug me hard, push down, and whisper into my left ear.

"Yuh ... yuh ... you're thing is ... pushing into ... my ... bummy."

In spite of how dirty it was for me to be doing it I didn't want her to
make me take it out.  I might get into tons of trouble the next day for
sticking my boner into her ass, but for the moment the feeling was just
too good to stop.  Rather than pull out I tried to think of any way to
talk Jessica into letting me push more of it inside, but the awareness
of what my Dad would do to me forced a thought through my lips that
Jessica heard a moment later.

"Do you ... want me to ... take it out?"

"Will you ... will you be mad at me ... and think I was a dirty girl if
I ... if I didn't want you to take it out ... for a little while?"

"No, Jessica.  I won't think you're a dirty girl, but ... does it hurt,
or does it feel good?"

"It feels ... different, but kinda good too."

"If you want me to take it out I will.  Do you?"

She hesitated, kissed my neck under my chin, gave me another hug, and
then whispered into my mouth just before kissing me again.

"No."

For the next few seconds we kissed, but remained still.  That changed
when Jessica pulled back, looked up into my eyes, and then whispered
with a nervous tremble in her voice, as if she really was scared.

"Let's pretend we really were doing it, okay Cousin Kyle?"

"Okay."

It might have felt good at first, but each time I tried to get more
inside her fanny Jessica would flinch and whimper.  I'd heard her
whimper when something felt good, but this sound made me think she was
in pain, so I pulled back a little bit and assumed a dominant and yet
compassionate role for the nine year old.

"I'm hurting you, aren't I?"

"Nnnnn!  I don't wanna quit, Cousin Kyle!"

"But ... I'm hurting you, aren't I, Jessica?"

She hesitated a few moments, tried to push her hips forward to make it
feel good, but it truly must have hurt, so she whimpered into my chest
and nodded.  That was my cue to whisper in a supportive manner.

"Let me take it out.  I don't want nothing we do to make you hurt.  We
need to just have super good feelings together so you'll always wanna do
sexy stuff with me, okay?"

The instant the tip of my thing popped out of her fanny it felt like the
world fell apart.  How could something so wonderful for me feel so bad
for her?  In spite of my lack of sexual experience I actually felt bad
and responsible for causing a little girl pain, and the worst thing that
I imagined was her telling her parents, or mine, that I'd made her
poopie hole bleed or feel bad.

"I wanted it to feel good, Cousin Kyle, and ... I was kinda liking it
for a little bit, but ... "

"I know, Jessica.  I guess I just don't know how to do it for real yet,
and I'm not as smart or as good doing sex stuff as I wanna be.  I'm
really sorry."

"No, Cousin Kyle!  You're the best in the whole world, and you've made
me feel so many wonderful tingles that I don't wanna do it with nobody
but you, okay?"

"Thank you, Cousin.  That makes me feel really good."

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna ... try ... you know?"

"I'm scared I'm gonna hurt your peepee hole even more than I hurt your
bummy, Jessica.  Maybe we better not."

"But ... I wanna do stuff with you, Cousin Kyle."

It felt good for a girl to want to have sex with me, even if it might
hurt or scare her, but my Mom and Dad had taught me that I needed to be
responsible, no matter how much I might regret making the right
decision.  For the moment the right decision might be to stop trying to
have sex with a nine year old cousin.

Jessica kept hugging me tight to her body, she kept pushing her cunny
down onto the top of my boner right against my hips, and seemed like she
was really disappointed we didn't get to do more.  In the middle of her
torment we both heard a coyote howl outside, and it sounded like it
might be less than fifty feet beyond the front door.  We both shivered
for a second, but then something popped into my head just as quickly as
when the tip of my boner popped out of her fanny.

"Hey, Jessica?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought of something."

"What?"

"You know how it was hurting when I was pushing into you before?"

"Uh huh."

"Maybe we weren't lined up right."

"Lined up?"

"Yeah.  Maybe my thing needs to be pointed a different way for it to
feel good, since your ... poopie hole is so far back."

"I never thought about that before.  How do you wanna line it up?"

"You know how ... how dogs do it?"

"Tee-hee-hee.  Yeah.  Me and some girls were walking home from school
last year, and we saw these four big boy dogs doing it one at a time
with this girl dog, and she was really liking it, because she kept
letting another one do it to her, even right after one was finished.
Why are you asking me about dogs doing it?"

"Let's try to do it that way ... with me behind you.  I know we're
supposed to be hugging and facing each other when we're gonna do it
the right way ... for real ... with my thing inside your peepee hole,
but maybe doing it like a doggie is the right way to do it in your
bummy."

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"If it hurts ... will you promise to stop?"

"Of course, Jessica!  I don't want nothing to hurt for you."

"Okay.  We can try it that way, then."

She shifted backward a little bit, but in doing so the tip of my boner
pushed up into her pee hole just right, and she stopped moving.  It felt
good for us to touch our privates just like that, and we knew it was the
right way to do it with her sitting on my lap if we were going to do it
for real.

"Cousin Kyle ... I ... it ... feels ... "

The harder she tried to fight the good feeling, and the higher she rose
to her knees, the more the tip of my boner was starting to get really
close to her pee hole, and the better it felt.  We both could feel more
of my boner teasing into her tight pee hole where my finger had been
before as she kept going up a tiny bit at a time, and any pain she felt
in her bummy was totally forgotten.

Jessica was really liking how it felt, because even though she kept
trying to go backward and sit up so we were far apart, the more she
wanted to go slow so I could talk her into doing it.  When we both felt
the tip of my dick wiggle inside her pee hole far enough so that the
helmet part of my penis popped inside she grunted and froze.  We both
knew all I had to do was pull her forward, or for her to just sit down,
but I think we were far more scared than we imagined.  In a way it felt
better to be scared, as if the first time needed to be special and take
a long time.

When Jessica began to tremble, and her body was starting to shake like
it did when she was going to have a good feeling, she whispered into my
face like she didn't know how close she was to me.

"I ... I need ... to feel it ... inside me ... for just ... a minute."

"Alright ... but go slow, okay?"

" kay "

"If it hurts ... stop."

" kay "

The longer Jessica tried to keep her bummy off my thighs the more her
legs shook.  It was almost as if she was either terrified of doing it,
or terrified not to do it.

When she began to relax her leg muscles and not be so scared her butt
came down a tiny bit at a time until more and more and more of my boner
disappeared inside her pee hole.  When half of it was inside her peepee,
and Jessica was panting and whimpering again, I knew we needed to wait
maybe one or two more reunions before we did it all the way.

I knew Jessica wouldn't like it, I certainly didn't want to stop having
such a good feeling, but I also knew we'd get into tons of trouble if I
let my boner do all my thinking for me.  In a strange way I think my Dad
would be proud of how I was thinking right then.

I reached under her bum, tucked my hands between her cheeks, and then
tried to lift her up, but Jessica grunted at me and confirmed that she
didn't want to stop so soon.  I knew I should have tried harder to make
her get off, but she kept insisting she wanted more, so I relaxed my arm
muscles and felt her lower her pussy a little bit at a time onto my
cock.

The more that disappeared inside her pee hole the better it felt.  She
must have thought the same way, because she was smiling and trying to
look down at me in a look similar to what I saw once on my Mom's face
when she was being randy with my Dad.  But the little girl over my was
just nine, and something told me we needed to wait just a little bit
longer, even if she got really mad at me and acted super grumpy later
on.  I just couldn't take the chance that I might hurt her pee hole.

With a lot more confidence and a little more strength and determination,
I gripped her butt in my hands, looked into her eyes like her daddy
would if he was angry, and then pushed her up and off until my boner
popped out of her pee hole and snapped against my tummy.  But rather
than push her away from me as if I was mad at her or scared of what
might happen in the morning I pulled her tight to my body, pressed her
cunny slit right into the back of my boner, and held her as tight as I
could.

What I didn't know was her tingle bump was right in the perfect spot to
be rubbed by the thick part of my cock, and rather than make her feel
bad she seemed to like where my dick was being pushed deep into the fold
of her hairless peepee.  Right away she started to rub herself back and
forth against my dick and made noises like she was going to have another
really good feeling, so I put my hands under her butt, wiggled a fingers
between her cheeks so I could tickle her slit from underneath, and then
fingered her while she was grunting and moaning over me.

After a little while Jessica got another good feeling, seemed to feel
better, relaxed, and wanted to kiss for a little while.  My right hand
was withdrawn from her wet slit, went between our bodies, and I was
playing with her titties and teasing her nipples for a long time.  But
it was what she said after she pulled back that took me by surprise.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"I really wanna do it with you ... for real ... but I guess you can tell
I'm super scared of what's gonna happen afterward.  You're a lot smarter
than you think you are, and I love you even more for not wanting to do
it a whole super bunch right now because I'm still just a little girl."

She got a nice hug, another minute long kiss, and after she was smiling
and looking into my eyes like I was her biggest idol she whispered
again.

"Can we do the doggie thing ... at least once ... please?"

"Okay, but I think we better do it in the bathroom."

"Why?"

"Because I wanna see and make sure I don't hurt your bummy hole."

"Oh.  Okay."

A minute later we were back in the bathroom, where we'd started, but
this time Jessica was bending forward over the edge of the tub with two
towels under her hips so she wouldn't get hurt by the edge, and another
two towels under her knees so the hard floor wouldn't hurt her legs.  It
looked wicked for her to spread her legs and fanny cheeks for me, but it
was the right thing for us to do when we decided to try it the doggie
way.

After the tip of my boner popped into her bummy hole we both stopped,
waited to see how she'd react, and I heard something that made me feel
a whole lot better.

"Tee-hee-hee!  It tingles ... but a different kind of tingle."

"Does it hurt?"

"Nuh uh!"

"Then ... does it feel good?"

"Yeah ... kinda.  Push it in a little bit, but go slow, okay?"

"Okay."

Remembering how much it hurt her before I pushed forward really slow
while looking down at her naked butt.  With half of my boner inside her
fanny I stopped and waited.  I didn't want to, but I needed to protect
my little playmate, because if she liked it, or at least didn't hate it,
she'd let me do it again.  What she did next proved we were going to be
busy pretending to make a litter of puppies when all the other girls
were in bed asleep.

"Tee-hee-hee-hee!  I like it, Cousin Kyle.  Do it more."

A minute later my hips were pushing into her perky little butt.  Another
minute after that I was moving back and forth a lot like her mouth did
on my boner before we went to the living room.

By the time five minutes went by Jessica was panting again, whimpering,
and saying things that I could never have imagined.

"Ohhh!  Cousin Kyle!  We're gonna ... do this ... forever!"

Just like the doggie she might have remembered I leaned forward, but
unlike the doggies she watched with her friends I tucked one hand around
her body so it could play with a little titty, and worked my other hand
around her hip so I could locate and play with her tingle bump again.
It was the right thing to do, even though I had no real awareness of why
I wanted to, because Jessica pushed back into my hips and forced my
boner into her ass like she was a crazy woman.

The tingle I liked was getting close, and her tingle wasn't far off, so
I kept playing with her tingle bump and nipple until her whole body did
the same thing as before and stopped moving.  She squeezed my boner so
hard with her butt that I couldn't control myself, and I sprayed my
white sticky stuff inside her ass.

I know I liked the feeling with my dick inside her fanny, and I kind of
think Jessica was liking it a whole bunch too, because just like before
her body shook and trembled and jerked around until she got real still.
She sounded so tired when she started to talk this next time that I knew
I needed to take her back to bed ... so she could sleep.

"Ohhhhh ... Cousin Kyle!  You're the best lover in the whole world."

To say I was proud of myself was putting it mildly.

I didn't want to, but I took my cock out of her butt, and I was pleased
it didn't look all super gross like I expected.  Jessica was helped onto
the potty, she went stinky which made all my sticky white stuff come
out, and then we washed each other inside the bathtub using a bar of
soap and only our hands.  I think Jessica liked how I was taking care of
her even more than the nasty thing we did, because she kept looking up
into my face like she really did love me, even when I pushed one of my
fingers inside her tight fanny hole to clean her better.

But what surprised me a lot more was when Jessica giggled, kept a tight
grip of my cock in one hand, turned around inside the tub, and then
wiggled backward so we could do it in her bummy again for a few minutes.
The water and soap made it a *whole* bunch easier than the first time,
and it didn't take more than two minutes for both of us to get that
super good feeling all over again.  If I wasn't careful me and Jessica
would be spending a lot of time in the tub together from now on, very
little of that time would be spent getting clean, and most of that time
would be spent pretending we were neighborhood dogs doing it forever.

By the time I helped her into bed poor Jessica was completely worn out,
smiling, and almost asleep.  I liked the way she kept holding onto and
tugging on my cock, as if she wanted to do it as many times as we could
before the sun came up.  She got a few more kisses, I played with her
titties and pussy, and after she let out a long deep sign I covered her
up so she could get some much needed rest.

Christy was the hardest to get up and take to go pee, and by the time
she was sitting on the commode and taking care of her business she was
asleep again.  Since I was the responsible older cousin I opened her
legs, used some tissue to wipe her pee hole, tickled her a tiny bit just
because I was still horny, and then helped her back to bed.  She never
once became aware of my having taken her to the bathroom or fondling her
along the way.

Jessica must have still been really horny and wanted to do more stuff,
because when I brought Christy back Jessica giggled and helped me get
her younger cousin into bed.  Even before I moved away from their bed
Jessica wiggled her fingers between Christy's legs and started to tickle
her like I had tickled Jessica.  She then started to kiss her cousin,
and Christy, even while sleeping, started to kiss my younger cousin
right back.  They looked pretty hot doing that, and if I didn't leave
pretty soon so I could get some sleep I might want to have both girls do
stuff to me at the same time too.

My timing must have been pretty good, because when I walked into the
master bedroom, closed the door, and was close enough to see the
youngest girls, Charlie was sitting up and calling in a very soft voice.

"Cousin Kyle?"

She must have heard me open and close the bedroom door.

"I'm right here, Charlie."

"Where did you go?"

"I was in the bathroom."

Well ... I wasn't telling her a lie.

"Are you gonna come back to bed and keep me company, Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh.  Scoot to the other side so I can get between you and Patty."

"Kay!"

What had been slight fear was immediately turned into relief and joy.

A minute later I was lying in bed between two naked first graders, had
my hands cupping their bums, at least one finger on each appendage was
wiggling down along their tight clefts, and I heard at least one little
girl giggle.  Charlie cocked her knees out, arched her back, pushed her
fanny into the air like a kitten wanting an older cat to do it to her,
and then she lifted her head off the bed just enough to whisper to me.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you give me some tingles, please?"

"Sure, Charlie.  Turn over so I can reach you easier and play with your
peepee and tingle bump from the front."

"Kay!"

Her movements were so animated that Patty woke up and looked around for
a moment.  When she recognized who was making such a fuss Patty also
whispered what she wanted.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"We didn't do lots of fun stuff when we went to bed.  Can you give me
some tingles, please?"

"Sure, Patty.  Turn over like Charlie so I can reach your peepee and
tingle bump easier from the front, and I'll play with both you and
Charlie at the same time."

"Tee-hee.  This is the best sleep over we ever had, huh?"

"Yes it is."

While my naked and youngest playmates were shifting around on the bed
they both touched my boner just enough to stop and find out what had
felt so different.  Since Patty's experiences with one had only begun
after she pulled my shorts down I kind of figured she'd be intimidated
and scared.  I was wrong.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we ... can we play with your thing when you give us nice tingles?"

"Sure, Patty.  You can both play with it as much as you want to when I'm
playing with your peepee hole and tingle bump."

With nothing more said both girls used at least one small hand to touch
and explore every square inch of my penis.  It felt really nice to be
examined so thoroughly, and I think playing sex games with little girls
might be a lot more fun than teen girls, because the young ones seemed
to have more fun just exploring and learning and didn't want to talk
about every little thing I tried to do.

Apparently my girls were excited playing with my boner, because I was
able to wiggle my middle fingers almost all the way inside their tight
baby cunnies.  Pressing down onto their fat twats with the heel of my
palm must have helped rub their tingle bumps at the same time, because
their hips started to do what Jessica's did when she wanted to pretend
we were doing it in the hay loft.

Charlie, at my left, had her right hand around the top of my boner near
the tip, and Patty, to my right, had her small left hand gripping just
below Charlie's.  They may not have realized what they were doing at the
moment, but I did.  The closer they got to that nice feeling they both
wanted me to give them the harder they squeezed my dick.  They were too
young to realize they could make me feel good by moving their hands up
and down like I did by myself in the bathroom, and in spite of how much
I might like it I knew to let them grow up a little bit before they
started to learn what Becky, Alissa, Christy, and Jessica knew.

Charlie was the one who lifted and then clamped her chubby thighs around
my left hand and middle finger first, and it only took another minute
before Patty lifted her knees toward the ceiling and squeezed my hand
between her legs as well.  I didn't take my fingers out, but I didn't
wiggle them around so my girls could relax and let the good feelings
stay inside their small and developing bodies.

Both of them were panting, still holding onto my boner, and eventually
relaxed their legs enough to drop their knees out quite a bit more than
before.  It must have been a sign they'd let me keep my hands and digits
where they were, so I knew they'd let me finger them as long as I
remembered to go slow and treat them with care.

After a couple of minutes my fingers came out, I tickled up and down
their cunny slit for a while, and when I felt their hips pushing up into
my finger again I knew they'd allow just as much as the older girls.

But it was what Charlie asked in her little girl way that made me smile.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Is it true?"

"What, Charlie?"

"That a boy is supposed to put his thing inside my peepee when he wants
the good tingle feelings ... like you gave me a minute ago?"

I knew to be honest, but I also knew that honesty would need to be
tendered with a lot more truth when my girls were awake and clear headed
enough to understand what I was saying.

"Yeah ... but who told you that, Charlie?"

"A boy at school."

Wow!  It seemed first graders were getting pretty smart these days.

"Really?  Was he in your class?"

"Nuh uh!  He was older ... like you."

That's when I got super suspicious and my protective instincts kicked
in again.

"Do you know what grade he's in?"

"Uh huh.  He's in Mr. Sullivan's class."

"What grade does Mr. Sullivan teach?"

"Fourth grade."

So ... a ten year old boy was talking to my six year old cousin about
doing it, and telling her that he was supposed to put his thing inside
the little girl's peepee when he wanted the good tingle feelings.

"Has this boy asked you if he can put his thing inside your peepee?"

"No."

"But he told you that it would feel good if he did?"

"Uh huh."

"Has he touched your panties under your dress?"

Charlie hesitated as if she thought she might get into trouble, but
eventually felt compelled to tell me the truth.

"Yeah."

"Did he do it a whole bunch?"

"Just a couple of times ... when nobody could see us."

"Did you like it when he touched your panties?"

"Maybe a tiny bit ... but he started to pull them down so he could touch
my peepee with his fingers, and I got super scared."

I felt better, but I didn't like another boy messing with my cousin.
Charlie might not like me asking her so many questions, but she must
have felt obligated to answer, since I was her older cousin, and she
looked up to me as a mentor and possible teacher.

"Did he ever push his hand inside your panties?"

"Uh huh."

"Did he touch your peepee inside your panties ... even a tiny bit?"

"Uh huh ... but just a tiny bit ... for like a little while."

In spite of her timidity and apprehension it was obvious my six year old
cousin liked being fondled by an older guy.  I needed to be careful so
she wasn't hurt by somebody who didn't care about her feelings.

"Did he want to push his finger inside your peepee hole ... like
this?"

For me to exemplify the crude deed by fingering my six year old cousin
back and forth wasn't smart, because if Charlie associated my touching
with a bad memory she might get scared and tell her parents.

To my amazement Charlie rocked her naked hips up into my digit and
offered a quiet reply.

"I think so ... cuz he kept trying to push his whole hand inside my
panties and push my legs apart with my fingers."

"Did you let him?"

"NO!"

"Why not?"

"Cuz I don't love him ... like I love you, Cousin Kyle."

"Good!"

"You don't want him to touch my peepee, or put his thing inside my
peepee so he can have a good feeling too, Cousin Kyle?"

"No I don't, Charlie.  You're only supposed to let your super special
boyfriend touch your private places, and only after you know he's not
gonna hurt you.  If you even think about letting your boyfriend have a
good feeling with ... your peepee, then he needs to be super gentle and
only do things that you like.  Otherwise he won't care, and all he's
gonna want is to feel good even if he hurts you.  That's mean."

"That boy in Mr. Sullivan's class wants to hurt me?"

"I think so."

"How can you tell?"

"Because he's asking about putting his thing inside your peepee even
before he wanted to give you a good feeling."

"Like the good feelings you like to give me, Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh.  And the other important thing is that you need to love your
boyfriend a super bunch before you let him try to stick his finger or
his thing inside your peepee hole."

"So, I'm only supposed to let a boy put his finger and thing inside my
peepee until after I love him a whole super lot ... like I love you?"

"That's right."

"How come?"

"Because only a guy who loves you a super bunch, as much as you love
him, will be gentle, and take care of you, and give you good tingle
feelings as much as you want without hurting you, and he will worry
about you like a big brother or even a cousin.  Somebody like that will
make sure you don't get hurt, or your peepee isn't hurting super bad, or
you don't cry if you're scared, and all kinds of stuff like that.  Only
somebody who loves you a whole bunch is gonna think about what's gonna
happen to your private parts when he wants to have a good feeling."

"Like you do, Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh ... like I do."

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"You love me, right?"

"Yes I do, Charlie ... even if I didn't ever tell you before today."

"You mean ... when you didn't want no kisses and hugs and stuff when we
had a sleep over the last time?"

"Yeah.  I didn't realize how much I loved you, and Patty, and Becky, and
Alissa, and Christy, and Jessica too, until yesterday when we were
playing in the hay loft."

"So ... you really love me ... and all the other girls now?"

"Yes I do, Charlie.  I love you very, very much, and I'd never do
anything to hurt you, or scare you, or even make you sad ... like I did
the last time we had a family reunion."

"You're not gonna make me cry no more when I wanna kiss you, and you'll
let me kiss you and hug you and ... do other stuff too?"

"I'm not gonna make you cry any more, Charlie, and you can kiss me as
much as you want to, okay?"

"Then ... you really *do* love me, huh?"

"Yes I do."

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yes?"

"Can I let you have the good feeling?"

"How ... how do you wanna do that, Charlie?"

"I want you to put your thing inside my peepee.  That way you can have
the good feeling, like that boy said, because I love you and you love me
a whole bunch too ... not like that other boy wants to pretend love me
so he can do nasty stuff with me like stick his finger or thing inside
my peepee."

For such an innocent six year old child Charlie had reasoned her way
through something that could have been a horribly scary event for her,
if someone who didn't love her wanted to use her baby body.  The only
thing I knew to do was remove my finger, reach around her body, and pull
her tight to my left side so I could give her a truly loving hug.

Even though Patty was quiet and hadn't illustrated any desire to do it
with me like Charlie did I knew to hug her to my right side with as much
love as I did Charlie.  What I whispered into their clean hair just
before kissing their foreheads must have sounded like liquid gold.

"I love you, Charlie, and I love you too, Patty ... with all my heart."

For the next couple of minutes my girls remained tight to my sides,
embraced me with as much enthusiasm as I was hugging them, and shared
what they were thinking in their own unique little girl way.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yes, Patty?"

"I love you a whole super bunch, too."

"Thank you, Patty.  I'm sorry I didn't say it before, but I really do
love you very much too."

I kissed her forehead again, then her nose, heard her giggle, and felt
so much better about lying in bed with the naked child and coaxing them
to play games that only older teen girls might be brave enough to try.

"Tee-hee-hee."

I kissed Charlie's forehead just like I did Patty's, and then her nose,
and received the same sort of response.

"Tee-hee-hee."

It was Patty who started up where Charlie left off.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh uh?"

"How does it feel?"

"How does *what* feel?"

"When you put your thing inside my peepee."

This was yet another test of my intelligence and maturity, and if I
wanted to be able to sleep at night for the rest of my life, and not
worry about poisoning a little girl's brain, I needed to tender any
knowledge I had with a heavy dose of morality.

"Well ... to be honest I think it might hurt a little bit the first
time, especially because you and Charlie and only six, and I'm already
fifteen.  You remember how big my thing looks compared to my finger,
right?"

"Uh huh."

"Well ... my thing is gonna stretch your peepee hole a whole bunch when
I push it inside, because you're still only six years old.  When you
grow up a whole bunch then it will be a lot easier, and it may not hurt
as much the first time I do it ... or you do it with your boyfriend."

For me to discuss it as if we were going to be doing it for real might
have seemed bold or overconfident, but to a six year old my use of
certain terms and personal concepts wasn't quite as important as my
being honest.  But what Patty said next proved my cousins had truly
adored me as much as my mother and father had implied.

"I ain't gonna do it with nobody else, Cousin Kyle, cuz you're gonna be
my boyfriend for a long time, and I want *you* to do it with me for real
the first time."

I gave them both another tight hug, kissed them on their lips, and
decided to remain quiet for a moment to see which direction their chat
might take us.  It was only a few seconds before Patty resumed her line
of questioning.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that why my Mommy said little girls like me were only supposed to
try to make babies when I got a daddy after I get married to my Daddy,
because it's gonna hurt my peepee when you put your thing inside as much
as I want like all night until the morning time?"

I knew she understood the concept of a husband, but in her innocent mind
she could only refer to that person as a 'daddy' until her vocabulary
improved and her experience broadened.  The thought of my mother calling
my father 'Daddy' when they were younger was beginning to make sense.

For Patty's mother to have already had 'the talk' with her six year old
daughter proved either Patty was exceptionally curious, or her mother
was smart enough to be honest with the near infant.  But for Patty to
keep referring to me being the guy who got to put my cock inside her
baby cunny the first time proved the little girl believed I had that
right.  I was more than a little humbled.

"That's right, Patty.  Little girls like you and Charlie are supposed to
wait until after they get married so your husband can put his thing
inside your peepee as much as you want, even every night, or during the
day so you can see everything he's doing."

Charlie didn't seem satisfied my facts were complete.

"But, you said if I loved you I could let you put your thing inside my
peepee, Cousin Kyle, because you love me too, and you said you were
gonna give me lots of good tingle feelings inside my peepee as much as
I want.  If you love somebody a whole super bunch, they you can do
things like mommies and daddies like all the time, right?"

"Well ... that's right too, Charlie.  But you're not supposed to let a
boy put his thing inside your peepee unless he loves you a whole super
bunch for a long, long time, and he loves you enough to give you lots
and lots of good tingle feelings before he gets to have any.  That's
usually only after you find somebody who loves you a whole bunch and
wants to get married to a very special little girl after she's all grown
up and stuff."

"Why?"

"Well ... one reason is because if he doesn't love you a whole super
bunch he might wanna have the good feeling even if he doesn't care if he
hurts your peepee or doesn't really love you or care about you.  If he's
a really bad guy he's gonna tell all his friends that you let him put
his thing inside your peepee as much as he wanted to, and then all the
other boys are gonna wanna do it with you too.  Then they're gonna be
mean to you, and treat you like a nasty girl, and say bad things about
you to everybody they know.  Do you understand how bad that could be?"

" yeah ... I heard of big girls who lets the boys do anything they want,
and my friends told me that some older girls, who were the big sisters,
were like all sad and stuff cuz of what the boys always did and said."

She remained quiet for a few seconds, and then whispered something that
made me wonder if I was doing the right thing by teaching her so much.

"Cousin Kyle, I uhhh ... I don't understand about all of what you said,
though.  I wish I was a big girl and was really smart."

"Look ... sometimes boys wanna have the good feeling a whole lot, and
if a little girl lets him touch and play with her peepee and her tingle
bump, and she lets him push his finger inside her peepee hole as much as
he wants, he's gonna try to talk her into letting him put his thing
inside her peepee hole too ... even if her peepee hole is too small
inside.  That's gonna make her hurt a whole bunch ... like the worst
bee sting in the whole world."

"A bee sting?"

"Uh uh ... the worst one you could ever feel."

"But ... you can push your finger inside my peepee, Cousin Kyle.  Does
that mean my peepee won't get hurted when you put your thing in there as
much as I want?"

"I ... I don't really know, Charlie.  But you need to remember that you
shouldn't let a boy put his finger or his thing inside your peepee until
you love him a whole super bunch for a long time, and then he has to
love you even more than anything in the whole world, and give you lots
of good tingle feelings first so you know he's gonna be good to you for
a long time and be super nice when you want him to do stuff."

"Like you love me, Cousin Kyle?  That much?"

"Yeah ... I guess that much."

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yes, Charlie?"

"Since I love you a whole super bunch for a long time, and you said you
love me a whole super bunch now, and you're gonna let me kiss you and
hug you and stuff like that forever, and ... and our mommies and daddies
are married and stuff ... and ... and your finger can go inside my
peepee super easy ... that means you can put your thing inside my
peepee as much as I want so you can have the good feeling, right?"

Charlie was bound and determined for us to do it, and the only way to
talk her out of it was to prove to her that it was going to hurt a lot
the first time.  I might not have had any *real* practical sexual
experience, but I had been paying attention when my Mom and Dad were
telling me about the birds and the bees, and my health teacher warned us
in school that a virgin was going to bleed really bad the first time she
had sex, especially if she was really small or young.  In spite of my
reluctance to have sex with a first grader I kind of liked the idea that
Charlie would be eager, and trusted me enough, to let me be her first
lover.

"Are you sure, Charlie?  It's gonna hurt."

"Will you let me ... can we try it so I can see?"

Before I could answer Charlie's query Patty added yet more to my
torture.

"And then after Charlie lets you put your thing inside her peepee as
much as you want, then you and me are gonna do it so I can give you a
good feeling too, okay Cousin Kyle?"

"Sit up and look at me, girls."

They sat up, and used my boner as a handle in the process.  Even after
they were sitting alongside my hips, and looking down at my face with
the glow of the moon shining into the room through the window, neither
of them were anxious to let go of their new toy.  I was both proud and
a little intimidated.

After they were staring into my eyes, and I'd gotten their attention
long enough, I shifted my eyes back and forth to each girl's face as I
began to speak.

"You have to promise that we can't ever talk about this to anybody in
the whole world, okay?"

Charlie seemed to like my way of thinking.

"Like a super good secret?"

"Uh huh."

Patty, on the other hand, might have concerns about hiding something
that she might have believed was perfectly normal for her older cousin
to do with her and any of the other girls.

"Why?"

"Because ... if anyone found out you let me try to have a good feeling
inside your peepee I would get into a whole bunch of trouble, and the
police would take me away forever and ever."

"Forever and ever?"

"Uh huh.

"Why?"

"Because if a big guy like me pushes his thing inside a little girl's
peepee hole it's gonna hurt her, even a little bit, and everybody is
gonna think I wanted to have the good feeling and I didn't care how you
felt even if you were crying and begging me not to hurt you none."

"But ... you love me and Charlie, Cousin Kyle.  Even if it hurts like a
bee sting for just a tiny minute, it don't mean you wanna hurt me a
whole bunch.  I wanna give you lots of good tingle feelings like you
gave me before, and my Mommy told me I was supposed to share things that
made me feel good with people I love, even if it makes me hurt inside a
tiny bit.  She said that was a way I could be a good girl and prove to
everyone that I was doing the right thing by sharing, even if I had a
tiny bit of hurting."

"But ... if anyone found out, especially the police, I wouldn't be able
to ever see you or any of my cousins again ... even when we had our
family reunion."

"Noooo, Cousin Kyle!"
"We won't tell nobody!"

"Do you both promise?"

"Uh huh!  I promise!"
"Me too!  I promise!"

"And you also have to promise you won't let any other boys try to have
the good feeling by putting their finger or thing inside your peepee,
too.  Can you promise that?"

"Okay!"
"Okay!"

"And you can't let other boys try to touch your peepee or bummy or
inside your dresses and panties too."

"Okay!"
"Okay!"

"And you can't try to touch other boy's things as much as you wanna
touch mine, even if you like it a whole bunch."

"Okay!"
"Okay!"

One of the things about being older while playing games with younger
cousins was having the ability to make up unreasonable rules, and yet
both Charlie and Patty seemed to agree that my restrictions were okay.

But it was the magnitude of what I'd been asked, was considering, and
about to do with two six year olds, that made me temper my ambitions by
about a factor of a thousand.

"And the last thing ... you have to tell me right away if you feel even
a super tiny bit of pain or hurt inside your peepee like a tiny ant bite
and not like a bee sting, okay?  Do you promise that too?"

"Uh huh!  I promise!"
"Me too!  I promise!"

While looking at my naked first grade playmates I began to realize just
how important the whole 'sex thing' really was, both to little girls,
and to fifteen year old teens who wanted to touch and feel and play with
as many thirteen, or fourteen, or fifteen year old girls as he wanted.
Now I wanted to play with *all* girls, including ones as young as six.

In spite of all that I'd recently learned, and the possibility that all
of my young elementary school cousins were going to let me do whatever I
wanted to with them, I still felt a measure of reluctance.  Charlie and
Patty might have thought they wanted to let me do it with them, but I
could have them try something that would be sure to horrify them enough
so they'd reconsider ever trying it again.

"Alright ... but there's something you both have to do to prove that
you're telling the truth."

"What is that?"
"Yeah ... what do we gotta do, Cousin Kyle?"

"First ... you gotta let me kiss you and ... lick you in a very special
place that proves I love you with all my heart."

"Where's that?"

Since they were sitting up and had their knees cocked out all I needed
to do was slip my hands between their thighs and wiggle my middle finger
as far under their cunny as I could.  They got the hint right away, and
Patty grinned like a Cheshire Cat and confirmed what she understood.

"Oh!  You mean ... you're gonna give me more tingles ... with lots of
kisses, and you're gonna give me as many kisses on my peepee as I want,
too?"

"Uh huh."

Charlie needed to be sure everything was going to be fair and equal.

"Both of us?"

"Yes."

"Goodie!"
"I like that!"

"But there's one more thing that's gonna sound super scary, especially
since you're both just six, and both of you have to do this too, or it
will prove you're not ready."

Rather than say anything they just sat there, touching and playing with
my boner, and pulling on my hands so I could keep tickling their cunny.

"You have to ... kiss my thing for a little while, and ... and then lick
it like it's a candy sucker, and ... and then suck on it a whole bunch
with it all the way inside your mouth until the good feeling starts."

Their response took me by surprise.

"That's not scary, Cousin Kyle!"
"Yeah!  That sounds like fun!"

Nothing I tried seemed too offensive to them.  If I asked they might
even have let me stick my thing in their bums, just like Jessica did.

"Okay ... then, lie down next to each other facing me so I can give your
peepee lots of kisses and licks."

"Tee-hee-hee!  This is super fun!"
"Yeah!  This is the best sleep over we ever had!"

A few seconds later they were lying as I'd instructed, had a broad grin
on their face that couldn't have been any bigger, and had their hands
together over their plump tummy.  Since I was going to be enjoying what
I was doing, and needed to be comfortable for quite a while, I shifted
their small bodies backward toward the pillows, stirred some giggles out
of them, and then positioned myself so I could work on one little girl's
cunny for a while with my mouth while one of my hands played with and
fondled the other girl's pee hole and tingle bump.

Since Charlie had started our adventure I tugged her thighs apart,
lifted her knees a little bit, lie down with my face right over her
cunny, and placed my first kiss onto her fat and hairless baby kitty.

"Tee-hee-hee!  You're kissing my peepee, Cousin Kyle!"

After a few more kisses I shifted my right hand up between Patty's
thighs and was able to locate what would soon be under my control after
Charlie had enjoyed my tongue for a while.

"I like it when you give me tingles and stick your finger inside my
peepee, Cousin Kyle."

For the next ten minutes I kissed, licked, and sucked on Charlie's baby
cunny until her hips were undulating into my mouth and I heard her share
something that her six year old mouth shouldn't have been able to.

"Mmmmmmm!  I love it when you give my peepee lots of licks.  It feels so
good I want you to do it all the time, Cousin Kyle.  Can I kiss and lick
and suck on your thing so you can see I'm ready?"

I pulled back a little bit, smiled at Charlie, winked, and then nodded.
The only way she'd be able to do that, and for me to give Patty what
Charlie had enjoyed, was to turn over, pull Patty's cunny onto my mouth
while she was sitting or lying down with her tummy on my face, and let
Charlie sit between my legs so she could have my boner.

It could have sounded complicated until Patty was hugging my head with
her elbows and knees, my mouth was tucked between her thighs and tight
to her bald cunny, my tongue was rolling her tingle bump around and
licking her pee hole, and she was whimpering into the pillow over my
head.  For Charlie it was easy, because she sat Indian style between my
spread knees, leaned forward, took my boner in her small hands, and
began to prove to me that she was a six year old who wasn't afraid of
anything.

Charlie may have been inexperienced, and she'd never had a guy's boner
in her small hands or mouth before that night, but she took to sucking
on mine like a baby duck to water, or an infant to her mother's titty.
Before too long, and if I wasn't careful, she'd stir something from deep
within my balls that might be a lot more scary than the thought of nice
tingles and plenty of licks.

When Patty began to whimper and her hips were undulating into my face I
knew she needed a break, so it was her turn trying to prove to me that
she was brave enough for anything.  I thought Charlie might argue with
me when I asked her to stop sucking so she could come sit on my face,
and I was sure Patty would grumble about not having any more good
tingles inside her peepee, but both of them were like wind-up toys a
second after I told them what I wanted them to do.  After a flurry of
movement, a few giggles, and plenty of soft little girl skin to touch,
I got them settled into their respective places.

Charlie really loved the sensation of my tongue on her baby kitty,
because she kept pulling on my ears and working her hips back and forth
over my face.  Patty wasn't nearly as good at sucking my boner as
Charlie was, but she was still brave enough to shove half of my dick as
far into her mouth as it could go.

My girls were switched two more times, they giggled and acted like
they'd never had as much fun in their whole lives as that night, and
when I felt that deep burning inside my balls I knew I needed to get my
nut or I'd ruin a good thing before I had a chance to enjoy it.  A side
benefit of jerking off would be that my boner wouldn't be quite as hard
when each little girl had a chance to see that six year olds weren't
quite as ready to do adult stuff as they believed.

The girls were moved to my sides in the same position prior to our most
recent adventure, and then I did my best to explain something that I'd
never shared with anyone, even my best friends.

"Girls ... I need to do something in a minute that's gonna help me feel
good so I can give you more good feelings, and so you can both see if
you're ready to do the ... you know ... the thing."

Charlie genuinely seemed curious.

"What are you gonna do, Cousin Kyle?"

"I need to let some white sticky stuff come out of my thing."

"You gotta go pee?"

"No, Patty.  This is different."

"How?"

"Well ... when a boy needs to feel good and let some ... pressure out of
his ... thing, then he gets some tissues, holds them over his thing, and
he rubs for a little while until the white stuff comes out."

"Is it a lot?  Are you gonna shoot it all over the place like when you
go pee in the potty?"

"No, not really.  It comes out kinda hard and fast, but only a little
bit at a time ... like short squirts from a squirt gun."

"Neat!"
"Cool!"

Not the reaction I thought I'd get.  Charlie then confirmed I wouldn't
need to use my own hands in the process.

"Can I help you have the good feeling so the white stuff can come out?"

"Sure, but both of you need to help me at the same time.  That way it
can be fair, and you both can feel like you helped me."

"Okay!"
"Okay!"

Right behind my watch, on the night stand beside the bed, was a box of
tissues.  Two were pulled out of the box, I returned to the spot between
my girls, gave each of them one tissue, and then spoke words that I
never imagined I'd ever utter.

"Okay ... sit really close to my hips, lean forward one at a time, give
my thing a bunch of licks and sucks, and then let the other girl do it
for a while."

"When is the white stuff supposed to come out, Cousin Kyle?"

"I'll tell you ... and you'll see how much I like that feeling."

"Kinda like the good tingles that I like?"

"Yeah ... like those."

"Kay!"

And with that I lie back, caressed the bare bodies of two six year old
little girls who were my cousins, and watched as one and then the other
moved her mouth over, onto, and then bobbed up and down onto my boner.

It didn't take long before that delicious tingle returned, and what had
recently been squirted into Christy's mouth and Jessica's butt was about
to be sprayed into paper tissues in the hands of two first graders.

Rather than scare one and make the other one think she was left out of
some perverse fun I chose to have them sit straight, use their hands to
jack me off, and then hold their tissues in place over the tip of my
boner so they wouldn't get sprayed.

The sensation was wonderful, and both of my young playmates kept
giggling as my body lurched and twitched and convulsed.  They would both
get a chance to see what that sticky white stuff looked like in the
harsh light of day, but for the moment I had two naked little girls
fondle and masturbate me who needed me to stuff my boner as far into
their bald cunnies as I could.

I actually saw stars when the greatest feeling burst forth ... along
with a number of bursts from the end of my cock.  The girls weren't
grossed out, they seemed more mature about it than I thought, and after
my hips and body stopped moving around they cleaned me up.

Now for the most dangerous thing I'd ever considered in my life.

Charlie was again contestant number one, and she wasn't nearly as scared
as I was.  The best method seemed to be with her on her back, her body
turned sideways rather than with her head on the pillows as if she was
going to sleep, her legs cocked all the way out, and me standing on the
floor with my boner pushed down far enough to line us up.

"You're sure you wanna do this, Charlie?"

"Uh huh!"

"And you promise you'll tell me the first time you feel even a tiny
little bit of pain?"

"Uh huh!  Come on, Cousin Kyle!  I wanna see how it feels."

"Okay."

With my feet planted on the floor next to the bed Patty sat next to
Charlie and looked on I lifted Charlie's feet into the air.  I pulled
her bum right to the edge of the bed, spread her legs like I was making
a wish, and then asked for a little bit of help from the peanut gallery.

"Patty ... hold one of Charlie's legs up so I can do something."

"Kay.  Tee-hee.  I'm helping, Charlie."

"Tee-hee.  This is fun!"

Patty held Charlie's left leg up, pulled it back toward her so she could
see what I was doing, and watched me bend my boner down far enough so I
could rub the tip into Charlie's cunny slit.  To make her feel even
better I located her tingle bump, rubbed that for a little while, and
felt the six year old undulate her hips up into my dick.  It wasn't long
after that before Charlie's eyes were closed and she was panting.

Back and forth I went from her tingle bump to her hot, wet, and tight
little pee hole, each journey up and down watched by Patty as if she was
studying for a school test.  Up and down, back and forth, until finally
I was brave enough to push down just a little bit more and work the tip
of my boner into the opening of Charlie's cunny.  By that time her hips
were working well enough on their own so I could just lean forward and
let her work my dick inside her pee hole a little at a time without my
having to do anything but stand there and hold still.

When I felt the wide fat ridge of my boner snap inside her pee hole I
was sure the six year old would scream bloody murder, but all Charlie
did was grunt and whimper.

"You promised, Charlie ... if you're hurting you promised you'd tell
me."

"Uh ... uh ... okay, Cousin Kyle!  Push a little bit more."

I claimed Charlie's left leg from Patty, my observer shifted closer so
she could see what was happening, and I held Charlie's calves against
the front of my chest.  The moment her thighs came together Patty proved
she was much more of a determined student than I'd imagined.

"I can't see no more, Cousin Kyle!"

Charlie's legs were parted again, Patty shifted even closer, and was
watching my boner slip further and further and further inside Charlie's
baby cunny until more than half of my dick had disappeared.  When I saw
Charlie flinch and felt some pressure against the tip of my hard-on I
knew I shouldn't push any further.

Patty was so curious she actually reached out with her right hand,
touched an exposed portion of my boner just outside of Charlie's cunny,
and then looked at me as if I might get mad.  I had the perfect way to
involve her in Charlie's pleasure, and ensure that my girls would need
my help in all sorts of private fun.

"Patty, do you remember when I was playing with Charlie's tingle bump
before, and where I was rubbing her?"

"Uh huh!  It's inside her slit ... close to ... right here."

Patty directed her right index finger over but not touching Charlie's
cunny slit where I'd asked, so I knew she was paying attention earlier.

"Would you like to help me make Charlie feel good?"

"Me?  You'll let me help?"

"Sure.  Would you like to?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay ... put one of your fingers inside Charlie's slit where you saw
her tingle bump, and rub really soft for a minute."

"Like this?"

When I felt Charlie twitch a bit harder and heard her grunt I knew Patty
had found her cousin's tingle bump.

"Okay ... use just a tiny bit of soft rubs and go back and forth for a
little while nice and slow so we can both give Charlie a good feeling."

"Cool!"

I was feeling absolutely wonderful, Patty was proud she could help and
was having a good time, but Charlie was in ecstatic bliss as her cousin
rolled her tingle bump around and I sawed my boner back and forth and in
and out of her six year old pee hole.

It didn't take long before Charlie yelped, nearly sat up when her
muscles went stiff, tried to pull her legs out of my grasp to try to
protect her cunny, and then had what looked like a *very* good feeling.
Patty must have felt intimidated, because she removed her hand and made
it look as if she'd been burned.

The insides of Charlie's cunny squeezed my boner over and over again
like she was trying to milk it, and her body convulsed and stuttered
just like my other girls when they had their good feelings.

Much sooner than I expected, but soon enough for Charlie, she relaxed
and her head went to the side.  I was scared I might have killed my
cousin until I felt the insides of her cunny squeezing my boner just
like before.  I put my right hand on Charlie's chest, I could feel
her heart beating super fast, her chest going up and down like she was
still breathing, and I felt better.  The little girl must have felt so
good she fainted.

"Is Charlie okay, Cousin Kyle?"

"Yes, she's fine, Patty.  The tingle was just so good she fell asleep."

"Reeee-leeee?"

"Uh huh.  Okay ... get me a couple of tissues, okay?"

"Kay!"

I didn't want to, but I needed to remove my dick from inside Charlie's
cunny so she could rest, and so I could make sure she was okay.  My
boner was wiped fairly dry, her cunny as well, and then I lifted the
sleeping beauty into my arms as I whispered to Patty.

"Let's go take Charlie to go pee, Patty."

The child was carried to the potty, she peed, I wiped her up with some
tissues and then a wet washcloth, and made sure her tender pee hole
wasn't bleeding or hurt.  I was shocked her near-infant pussy closed up
and didn't look any different than before.  A minute later Charlie was
nestled under the sheet of my bed, and Patty was grinning at me as if
she was just as eager as she was before.

"Do you really wanna do this, Patty?"

"Yeah!  I wanna have a good tingle like Charlie."

It took a bit longer, and required me to push slower and with more care,
but I was eventually able to get about half my boner inside Patty's pee
hole before she grunted at me.  Her slightly larger body and fuller legs
were easier to control, and with her legs cocked out I sawed back and
forth and in and out of her cunny while I tickled and rolled her tingle
bump around.

Where Charlie had fainted when she had her good feeling Patty only
yelped, flinched, convulsed for a long time, and kept undulating her
naked hips into me until she pushed against my bare tummy.

"Slow down, Cousin Kyle.  You can keep pushing your thing inside my
peepee, but not so fast and not so far unless I say, okay?"

"Okay, Patty."

Patty was a surprise, because after about a five minute rest she looked
up into my eyes and whispered what I could only have fantasized about.

"Go ahead and push your thing inside my peepee for a little while some
more, Cousin Kyle.  It feels really good again."

Once I had her permission I worked my boner back and forth just as she
asked until she was whimpering again, her hips were jumping all over the
place, and the inside of her cunny was squeezing my dick like her hand
did when my girls developed this crazy idea.

Patty had three good feelings in less than an hour, and I would have
given her more, except she was satisfied I'd given her enough.

"Okay ... no more good tingles, Cousin Kyle.  You can stick your thing
inside my peepee for a long time in a little while, but I need to rest
for a tiny minute."

I held my boner inside her hot wet cunny for a few more seconds, loved
the feeling of such a tight little coochie all around my dick, stopped
rolling Patty's tingle bump around, and then removed what had stirred so
many wonderful feelings inside my six year old cousin.

She was carried to the bathroom, went pee, I washed and inspected her
pee hole and cunny really well, and after a few kisses, a lick, and a
little giggle, I carried my naked lover back to bed.

By the time I pulled my girls tight to my body under the sheets I was
exhausted ... but very happy.

It was at that moment I knew I'd dedicate my life to making my young
cousins as happy as I could, in complete opposition to the way I'd acted
before I left home, and for the last few years.  My parents were most
likely going to be very surprised.

Rather than stick one of my fingers into any bald and tight holes all I
did for the longest time was caress their bums, strum between their legs
so I could enjoy the softness of their cunny lips, and revel in a sense
of pride and power that I never imagined I could enjoy.

The fact that I did it with two of my six year old cousins rather than a
fourteen or fifteen year old junior high school girl made the hardness
of my boner seem even more satisfying.  It was only after Charlie and
Patty were snoring into my ears and holding onto me tighter than they
ever had before in their lives that I realized I never squirted any of
my white sticky stuff or had a good feeling like they did.

Did that mean I loved them more than I needed to feel pleasure?

Could a fifteen year old teen with a rock hard boner be generous and
mature enough to give pleasure rather than expect to receive it?

Any question I asked myself for the next few minutes seemed beyond my
comprehension, and there was no way I'd be smart enough to come up with
the right answers, either.  All I knew while my two lovers were snuggled
tight to my sides, I was fondling their bare bums, and smiling like a
crazy person, was that I knew a lot less about girls than I thought.  I
also realized I needed to try a lot harder to be nice to my cousins than
I ever had in my life.

There were going to be a lot of *very* confused adults around the
breakfast table.  Even though I was hungry I fell asleep.

"Cousin Kyle?  Cousin Kyle?  Wake up."

What had been the sensation of two furnaces tight to my sides had
somehow changed into a hand rocking me back and forth to wake me up.

"What ... what's wrong?  Is everything okay?"

Rather than Charlie or Patty it was Jessica staring at me.

"Nothing's wrong.  Everything is okay."

"Then ... what's going on?"

"Are you awake?"

Silly question.  I wasn't a minute before.

"Yeah."

"Can we visit for a little while before we have to go eat breakfast?"

Breakfast!  I forgot to set the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand
next to the bed.

"What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

No wonder I still felt tired.

"You wanna visit?"

I think Jessica could tell I wasn't fully awake yet.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle.  We don't wanna waste any time on our sleep over,
so you gotta wake up so we can visit and do stuff."

That's when I realized the two weeks of torture I'd wanted to avoid was
going to go by a lot faster than any of us probably wanted.

"Okay, okay.  I need to go pee first, and then brush my teeth.  After
that we can visit."

That's when I heard a second voice somewhere behind Jessica.

"Can we brush our teeth with you, Cousin Kyle?"

Since I was considered the 'adult' at the ranch house I'd need to make
sure all of the girl's chores had been taken care of before we spent any
time playing.  The more stuff I thought about the more certain I was
that my folks were going to think I'd gone crazy.

"Yeah.  Why don't all of you go make your beds, get your stuff all
straightened up like you always do, brush your hair a little bit, and
then meet me in the bathroom so we can all brush our teeth together?"

"Cool!"
"Neat!"
"This is fun!"
"Let's go, Patty!"
"I like this sleep over better than ever!"
"I love you, Cousin Kyle."

The instant Jessica expressed her affection for me the other girls
hesitated and waited to see how I'd react.

"I love you too, Jessica.  I love *all* my cousins."

A moment later the nine year old lunged forward, wrapped her hands
around the back of my head, pulled our faces together, and even with
morning sewer breath she gave me a really good kiss.

As soon as she leaned back, giggled, and took off out of the room Becky
assumed Jessica's place and kissed me as well.  By the time Patty and
Charlie were giggling behind their hands my fingers were wiggling into
their tummies, titties, between their legs, and any place that made them
squeal and laugh louder.

"You girls help me straighten the bed, and I'll go pee."

Rather than argue with me, as they might have done had their parents
asked them to straighten up their own beds, Charlie and Patty busied
themselves with that simple domestic task so I could take care of my
morning business.

It didn't take long before all seven of us were crowded around the
single bathroom sink and looked like rabid dogs foaming at the mouth.

The girls wanted to explore the ranch house for a minute with the sun
just about to enter the windows, so I followed them from room to room
until my group coaxed me to find a spot on the center of the master bed
so we could visit.  I kind of figured why they wanted to talk, and I was
either going to regret all the stuff I did the day and night before, or
I might survive long enough to see the next full moon.

As I suspected Jessica wanted to start asking lots of questions about
boys, girls, sex, doing it with only the right person, how much a girl
should let a guy touch her inside her panties if she didn't really love
him, if girls who let boys see their panties or even let them pull their
panties down were 'bad girls' like their parents said, and what it was
like to really be in love.

With Charlie and Patty sitting on my thighs sideways, Becky and Alissa
leaning against the outside of my arms behind the youngest two, and
Jessica and Christy sitting facing me, and staring at my boner, I did my
best to answer every question that came up for the next thirty minutes.

For me to 'have the talk' with them about not letting just any guy touch
their bodies, or pull their panties down, or even kiss them as much as
they wanted confirmed my brain had begun to process what my parents had
always wanted me to remember.  When I repeated the speech I gave to
Charlie and Patty about resisting the temptation to let a boy put his
thing inside a girl's pee hole unless she really loved him, for like a
super long time, and he proved that he loved her too by doing things
that meant he wanted her to be safe and happy, the other girls were more
than a little amazed.

It was only at that moment all six of them realized that I really did
love them ... even more than they thought they loved me.  For me to
apologize to each of them for acting like a jerk and not letting them
kiss me or hug me at all our previous family reunions confirmed I was
contrite and genuine.  It felt good to be in the middle of six naked
girls who needed to hug the air from my lungs.

The last of my speech had to do with how much each of us were going to
want to talk about all the fun we had during our family reunion, and the
fact that secrets, especially very special and intimate ones, needed to
be protected like the most precious gift in the whole world.  While what
we did was fun, and I never hurt any of them when we were playing in the
hay loft, or in the tub, or ...

Charlie was the one who seemed the most anxious to prove her awareness
of what a secret meant, although the way she chose to express what she
knew appeared to need a little refinement.

"Or when you and Patty and me were playing our secret games last night
in bed when we let you put your thing inside our peepee hole, Cousin
Kyle?"

The instant she finished speaking all the other girls, except Patty,
giggled, cupped their hands over their mouths, and knew the three of us
had a few more secrets than the other girls did.

That's when I decided to talk about how much fun it would be to do all
sorts of stuff with each other, and the amount of trouble I would get
into if anyone found out that I liked to give girls kisses on their
peepees, or lick their tingle bumps, or push my thing between their
legs, or maybe even make it go inside some private places that were very
tender and needed to be protected like the most beautiful kitten or
bunny.  All six of them kept staring into my eyes as if I might share
the special secret that I had with each of them, and I knew just by
looking into their gaze that they wouldn't risk jeopardizing having fun
with me for the rest of our family reunion, and the next one after that.

By the time I heard a few tummies grumble and anxious to be filled with
pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage or bacon, biscuits with honey, and
plenty of chocolate milk, each of them assured me they wouldn't let any
boys do anything naughty with them, ever ... except for me.

Each of the girls got a very long, very slow, and very romantic kiss, a
nice hug, and then I had to issue an order that I really didn't want to.

"Go get dressed, girls.  We need to go to the main house for breakfast."

What I heard a moment later proved I'd affected the girls in a way I
couldn't have imagined.

"But ... when we come back and we're all alone we can take all our
clothes off and play fun stuff some more, right Cousin Kyle?"

There was only one way for me to answer, and by the girl's expression I
knew I better not attempt anything but the truth.

"As long as nobody can see us, and we're all alone like last night, then
I'll let you take all your clothes off as much as you want to."

"And we can play lots of our fun private games like last night?"

"Uh huh ... "

To further enhance their appreciation for their older male cousin I
decided to amend my approval with something that was sure to make this
the best family reunion of my whole life.

" ... and I'll give you as many good tingle feelings as you want, too."

The volume and frequency of their squeals was adequate evidence that I'd
made all six little girls very happy.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in the truck and headed away from our
private play house.  This time, however, the girls decided to switch
places so my right hand could be shared.  For me to work my fingers down
the front of three elementary school girl's panties so I could give them
some more rubs was foolish, but I wasn't about to resist the opportunity
to enjoy the benefits of my newfound Heaven.

The truck was parked in the spot where Uncle Steve handed me the keys,
most of the girls piled out with squeals and giggles, but two decided to
hold my hands and walk next to me with their heads held high and broad
smiles on their faces.  I could tell Jessica and Charlie were proud of
themselves for being able to hold my hands, but I think they were even
more pleased that I'd finally admitted I loved them.

By the time I stepped through the front door I knew we'd arrived a lot
sooner than we'd been expected, although the smell of coffee and
biscuits led me to believe we'd arrived late.

Uncle Steve had been sitting at his desk doing some ranch business until
his lap was filled with a pair of seven year old fannies, Grampa had
been looking through a cattle stock book while sipping a cup of coffee
until he was being hugged by two of his other granddaughters, and the
whole place seemed much more quiet than it normally was.

Uncle Steve stirred a few high pitched squeals, nibbled on some soft
necks, and Grampa did pretty much the same thing with his two playmates.
When I saw my girls look up at me as if they expected similar treatment
I was about to, but Uncle Steve looked me right in the eyes as Jessica
and Charlie maintained control of my hands and waited.

"What are all you troublemakers doing here so early?  We didn't expect
you until around nine or ten."

"Early?  I thought we were gonna be late for breakfast."

"Ha, ha, ha ... not likely.  Your parents and grand parents stayed up a
lot longer last night than they normally would if they had children
sleeping just down the hall, so most of your family is still asleep."

The moment Grampa heard a tummy rumble he wiggled his index fingers into
the two girls closest to him, elicited some giggles and laughter, and
then lunged up from the chair he was sitting in.

"Come on, girls ... and Kyle.  Let's get you a little snack so you won't
be too hungry before breakfast.  After the ladies get up we'll all get
busy in the kitchen."

The smell of biscuits was soon followed by the taste of butter and
honey, and all of it washed down with some fresh milk.  With our tummies
at least partly filled Grampa then issued an order that seemed more like
a request for a party.

"Come on, all of you.  Let's go get some eggs and milk, and feed the
animals."

The sound of little girls squealing and running through the house was
most likely loud enough to wake anyone up in a five mile radius, but I
kind of liked the way it looked and sounded for my cousins to act like
they were headed to the biggest kiddy park in the country.

For the next few minutes all seven of us helped Grampa and Uncle Steve
tend to the animals, and I got to use the tractor to move a round bale
of hay to one of the pastures to feed some cattle.  Charlie and Patty
kept jumping up and down when they saw me sitting inside the air
conditioned cab atop that huge diesel monster, and once I was facing
Grampa he motioned for me to drive toward him.  I drove it close, but
not *too* close to him and my cousins, put the brake on, opened the cab
door, and was about to step down, because I figured he needed to do
something that I wasn't skilled enough to attempt.

"Kyle ...  get back up into the cab, let the girls get in the cab with
you, go load the daily batch of dairy medical supplies from the storage
shed onto the four wheel trailer, and take everything to the dairy barn.
The dairy foreman will be expecting you, and after you've delivered
everything bring the trailer back and park it.  Once you've done that,
and you feel comfortable you've got some room to maneuver, drive the
girls around for a little while.  If you think you're brave enough let
each of them sit on your lap and steer for a little bit so they can have
some fun too."

A fraction of a second later it appeared as if the girls had been
infected with some strange disease that made them look like human
jumping beans and sound like squeaky hinges.

Just as I'd been asked I climbed back in, looked out through the open
cab door at six girls who were eager to have a new form of fun with
their older cousin, and in a matter of a minute was surrounded by a
group of very happy, and two very frightened little girls.  I showed
them where the important knobs and levers were, what not to touch while
I was driving, and then watched as Grampa and Uncle Steve waved me off.
A moment later they headed back to the barn, and I was again responsible
for my younger cousins in a way that actually scared me a little bit.

The medical supplies were located in the storage shed, all of the girls
helped me load them onto a small trailer that I hitched up behind the
tractor, and then we were off to the dairy barn about twenty minutes
away from the main house.  That was the only time we'd ever seen anyone
other than our family at the ranch, and apparently the foreman knew
there were some supplies headed his way, because he was smiling as I
drove up.

Rather than me or my girls unloading the trailer a couple of ranch hands
took care of that a lot faster than it had been loaded, and with a wave
I was encouraged to take the trailer back to the storage shed.  Once
that was unhitched I heard yet more squeals and giggles as the cab door
was closed and I turned the wheels toward one of the larger pastures.

I'd always wanted to drive such a huge tractor around the ranch, and I
promised myself when I got a chance to do it I'd head for the hills and
never look back.  With six preteen little girls very close to me, and at
least one at a time on my lap so she could steer, I had a much different
thought in my head that morning.  Each of them were allowed to go in any
direction they wanted, and only one of them noticed I had one of my
hands up under her dress and strumming her panties.

"Tee-hee-hee!  I can't drive right when you're giving me tingles, Cousin
Kyle!  Let me drive first, and then I'll pull my panties down so you can
give me some tingles."

The free hand I'd been using to caress a little girl's pantied cunny
found another place to play, so with one arm around the tummy of a
little girl who wanted to practice driving, and my other hand wiggling
between another girl's thighs, we meandered around the ranch.

Since I knew my parents, aunts, and uncles would be getting up pretty
soon, and breakfast would be started soon after, I kept my eyes on the
clock that was positioned along one side of the control console.  Rather
than drive back the way we came I 'suggested' one little girl turn the
wheel a certain way so we could go 'a different way' for a little while.

Each of my younger cousins got a second turn behind the wheel, and I
think more than one of them liked me slipping at least one hand up under
their skirt or dress instead of them driving such a huge machine.  To
make it seem like a reunion to remember I even tickled each of them on
their tingle bump enough to make them whimper, but not have the good
feeling.  We'd only do that when I could pull their panties down and
clean them up afterward.

The moment we cleared some trees, along one last fence line, and drove
over the cattle guards, my girls knew we were headed back for the house.
And yet, even though I could see a little disappointment on a few faces
I never heard a word of complaint.  For me to stop the tractor and look
around the cab for a minute made all my girls stare back at me as if I
had something important to say.

"Thank you, girls, for not making a big deal about having to go to the
main house.  I know you wanna go all over the place, and I promise we'll
have as much fun as we can, but I also know we need to go eat breakfast
and say hi to our family."

With that I gave Charlie and Patty a kiss, Becky and Alissa, and then
Christy and Jessica.  Every one of them were smiling, and at least two
were blushing when I put the tractor in gear and hammered down on the
pedal.  They'd never seen the tractor move that fast, and for a few
seconds I held onto the black plastic steering wheel to make sure I
didn't hit a rut, hole, or tree stump.  Being responsible also meant
that when I gave them a quick thrill I needed to be careful about it.

By the time we were close enough to see people moving around near the
main house I'd slowed down to a safe speed, and my girls were smiling.

The tractor was parked next to the barn, the girls piled out, and I made
sure to top off the diesel tank after I shut the engine off.  It seemed
a little strange that I was able to walk away from the barn and toward
the main house by myself, but I also felt really proud of myself and
happy for the way things had worked out.

My timing was again much better than I'd anticipated, because with Uncle
Steve giving me a tight sideways hug and a broad smile as I walked up
the yard to the main house, I heard all of the adults talking and
laughing inside.  But it was what my uncle said that meant more than my
having a chance to drive one of the farm vehicles.

"I'm proud of you for showing your cousins a good time, Kyle.  They
really looked like they had a blast when they ran up to me a minute ago,
and I can tell you've made a great impression on them."

"It's alright.  I just remembered what Mom and Dad said about trying to
treat them ... a lot different than last time."

"Well, you're certainly treating them the right way, because even
Charlie and Patty left me with the impression they're happier than they
ever have been."

As he finished speaking we stepped up onto the front porch and walked
through the wide front door together.

The inside of the house was full of activity, and I could hear loud
talking, some laughter, a few giggles, and plenty of pots, pans, and
plates being shifted around inside the kitchen.  The smell of coffee and
biscuits that had permeated the house when we walked in earlier was now
the aroma of bacon, sausage, toast, and more biscuits.

The moment Uncle Steve and I walked into the kitchen he announced our
arrival.

"Look who I found trying to show his cousins a good time."

For a second I felt every pair of eyes in the kitchen on me.  Jessica
and Charlie might have wanted to run straight for my sides to hold my
hands, but they were cut off by my mother.  She almost looked like a
little girl as she skipped toward me with a smile on her face and her
arms pointed toward my shoulders.

Just like she always did in front of my relatives my mom pulled me into
a tight hug, rocked me back and forth like I was five all over again,
and kept kissing one cheek over and over.  It was almost as if she was
trying to either embarrass me, or was pretending to act like my cousins
did the previous year.

"Come on, Mom!  Quit!"

She squeezed me one last time, pushed me back a little bit, held me by
my shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and spoke loud enough for everyone
to hear her.

"Yeah ... I didn't think my handsome son would change overnight and let
all the girls kiss him as much as they wanted."

My cousins giggled behind their hands, I felt my face get hot from the
deep blush that must have filled my face, and I needed to figure out
some way to take everyone's attention off me.  Unfortunately I wasn't
quite that smart yet.

It was Grandma who refocused everyone's attention.

"Okay you lot ... go wash your hands, set the kid's table with your
plates, utensils, and drink glasses, and then we need to get everyone
fed.  After that we'll be sure to embarrass my handsome grandson as much
as we can."

Even Grandma was trying to make me blush, and either I could deal with
it, or let it get under my skin.  When my mom whispered into my ear a
moment later I knew I could put up with it.

"I told you everyone loves you, Kyle ... especially your cousins.  Now
do what Grandma said and help the girls get your table set."

It was the first time I'd ever had a smile on my face as I helped the
girls prepare our meal table.  It was also the first time more than one
of them were permitted to lean against me, giggle behind a cupped hand
while staring up into my eyes, and then jostle around for the two chairs
next to the one where my butt was going to be.

It was only after I realized the room was unusually quiet that I stopped
working, looked up, and then felt my face get hot as I uttered one word.

"What???"

Everyone, including Charlie, was looking at me, smiling as if my pants
had suddenly disappeared, and seemed utterly focused on some aspect of
my activities.  I had to actually look down at my hands to see if
perhaps I had done something during the last minute or two that caused
such an unusual response.  Thankfully Patty came to my rescue and did
something that caused everyone to look at her rather than me, but her
choice of activity could have been better.

"Cousin Kyle ... I need to go potty.  Can you come with me?"

That sent the other five in my happy elementary school group to claim
their own need in a rapid succession of pleas and whimpers.

"I need to go too!"
"Can I go with you and Patty, Cousin Kyle?"
"I wanna be second!"
"Last one there is a rotten egg!"

But it was Charlie, still looking deep into my eyes and grinning as if
she'd eaten half the contents of the cookie jar without anyone finding
out, who calmly took my right hand, tugged a little bit, and spoke as if
she was the most mature little girl of the whole group.

"Come on, Cousin Kyle.  Your Mommy said you were supposed to take care
of us, and we need your help cuz we love you."

The other adults might have believed there were a few flaws in her
logic, but nobody said anything as Charlie pulled me away from the table
toward the hall bathroom.  In fact, my older relatives were so quiet I
felt as if they were waiting to collect their senses before somebody
began to yell and scream at me for doing something horribly wrong.

It was only the sound of the bathroom door closing behind me with all my
younger cousins huddled together close to the commode that proved the
adults still in the kitchen and breakfast area weren't going to attempt
to stop me from performing my duties in the bathroom with a bunch of
primary school female relatives.  After I was kneeling down close to
Patty, who'd asked first, the girls and I could hear the adults start to
laugh and carry on just like they did the last time I was forced to tend
to my younger cousins.

This time, however, I wasn't the least bit reluctant or embarrassed
about watching or helping a little girl pull her panties down.  For me
to have my hands up under Patty's dress and working her underwear down
made her feel good, made me smile, and caused the other girls behind me
to peek over my shoulders and giggle.

Patty was helped up onto the commode, she intentionally tugged her dress
up her legs as if she wanted me, and everyone else, to see that her hips
were bare, pulled me closer to her face with her knees cocked all the
way out, looked down to her lap to make sure I could see every delicate
portion of her girlhood, smiled, giggled, blushed, and then whispered.

"I need you to be close to me lots, Cousin Kyle, cuz you need to give me
lots of tingles all the time."

My face burst into heat as if I'd stuffed my head into the oven while
Grandma was baking one of her famous peach cobblers, and I tried to
think of something to say to keep me out of trouble, especially with so
many adults just beyond the door, but I just couldn't think of anything
to say.  Patty fixed this for me by amending her last statement.

"I remember I ain't supposed to say nothing to nobody and keep all our
special stuff a super good secret, but I wanna make sure you know that
I love you a whole bunch, Cousin Kyle."

While she was quietly talking to me with an audience of five eager and
horny little girls behind me she drew my hands closer to her charms and
was able to convince me to strum the plump bald softness of her vulva.
Either Patty didn't really need to empty her bladder, or she was doing
her best to delay that need in favor of a few more tender touches.

Since she was the one to initiate the contact I knew to follow along and
enjoy the ride, so I turned one hand over, cupped her baby pussy, and
strummed her hairless cunny while I smiled and leaned forward to give
her one of many kisses.  For me to wiggle my middle finger between her
silken nether lips and as far inside her vagina as I could reach, and
then work the face of my thumb over her tingle bump for a few rubs,
proved I was as much an involved party in our incestuous game as Patty
was.  The six year old literally whimpered into my mouth as we kissed.

After a few seconds of loving pleasure my finger was withdrawn, the
sound of water tinkling under her fanny could be heard all the way
through the closed bathroom door, and then I wiped her bald sweetness
dry.  For me to give her cunny a little kiss after she stepped off the
commode made her giggle again, and she pushed her hips into my face to
prove she liked the idea of my mouth coming into contact with such a
tender and sensitive part of her body.

It felt good to pull her panties back up, not because I wanted to hide
what I craved to see, touch, fondle, kiss, and lick, but because by
acting in a more parental role I was making the little girl feel a lot
better about our relationship.  To make her even happier, after her
underpants were back where her parents expected them to be I pulled
Patty's dress all the way up to her chin, leaned forward and kissed her
perky little baby titties, suckled them for a few seconds, and then
lowered her dress as if nothing was more natural than a fifteen year old
molesting his six year old female cousin.

Each of the other girls were treated the same way, and what seemed
really interesting was that none of them said a word or tried to force
their way in front of me to be the next in line.  They were happy,
excited, eager, but mindful of their other cousins.  It was almost as if
I'd gotten a hold of a completely different set of little girls than the
ones who'd pushed me backward onto the floor of the same bathroom the
day before.

Each time my middle finger was withdrawn from inside the steaming depths
of a little girl's developing womanhood, and my thumb stopped rolling
her tingle button around long enough for her brain to start working
again, the young playmate on the potty would empty her bladder, look
deep into my eyes with a broad smile on her face, and leave me with the
impression that I'd be spending quite a bit of time in the bathroom at
my grandparent's house when we were there to eat our meals.

It must have sounded unusual to the adults in the kitchen or breakfast
area, because the only noises coming from inside the bathroom was the
occasional sound of a little girl going potty, and a few suppressed
giggles once in a while.  None of my happy group uttered a word or tried
to communicate in any other way than touches, kisses, and hard stares.

Once all of them had finished I made sure their panties were pulled up,
caressed, and their cunnies were kissed through the sheer material one
last time, but after that I was no longer in control.  Charlie seemed
much more bold than she ever was before and turned me around so the
commode was behind me ... as if I was supposed to do as they'd done.
But rather than just help me undo my jeans, pull my shorts down, and
then position me so I could sit, she took my erect penis into her small
hand, played with it for a few seconds, looked up into my eyes, back
down at my cock, and then wrapped her crimson lips around the end of my
dick.

For the first few seconds I was horrified, then embarrassed our other
cousins were standing beside or behind her and watching, and eventually
extremely pleased she was willing to 'share' a few moments of pleasure.
It looked hideously erotic for her small head to bob back and forth and
hear her lips smack and slurp as she did her best to mouth the bulbous
end of my tool.  For me to gently caress her hair and relax told the
other girls I wasn't going to resist their need for affection any
longer, and the rest of my young fan club stepped closer so they could
watch the youngest of our group afford me tremendous pleasure.

Charlie must have known we couldn't spend a lot of time inside the
bathroom behind a closed door, or she had plans beyond providing me with
a few moments of sexual bliss, because she withdrew her lips, looked up
into my face with a broad smile on hers, and whispered.

"I'm glad you're gonna let me suck on your thing as much as I want you
to lick my peepee, Cousin Kyle.  I know you really love me now."

And with that she kissed the end of my throbbing dick, let go, and stood
back two feet.  Jessica seemed the most eager to be next, and she took
Charlie's place before any of my other younger cousins could move.

Being the eldest of the group at nine, three years senior to Charlie,
and six inches taller, Jessica had to kneel down so her mouth could line
up with my boner.  Once there she put her left hand against my right
hip, slipped her small appendage around my butt, pulled herself closer,
and then nearly swallowed my dick whole.  For the next minute I was in
absolute bliss while Jessica gave me the best feeling in the whole world
and knew my Mom and Dad were right when they said my younger cousins
truly adored me.

Alissa and Becky were so excited they each worked one of their own hands
under the bottom hem of the dresses they had on, down inside their own
panties, and spent those wonderful seconds giving themselves pleasure.

Charlie and Patty were hugging each other and smiling as they watched
their eldest cousin work her slightly more adult lips much further down
the length of my dick than Charlie did.

Christy must have been the most eager to follow Jessica, because she
stood alongside my left hip, tugged on my left arm to get my attention,
and coaxed me to lean down in her direction so we could kiss.  She not
only got my lips but also my right hand, that appendage and digits
wiggling down along the front of her bodice so I could fondle at least
one of her hard nipples.

If Jessica kept working me over I'd give her a mouthful of excitement,
and she seemed to understand that, because she withdrew her lips from my
boner, kissed it like Charlie did, and then rose from where she was
kneeling on the floor in front of and slightly between my feet.  The
moment my cock was free and bobbing in the cool air in front of me the
nine year old touched Christy on the shoulder which must have been her
signal to relinquish her hold of my lips so the eight year old could use
them for some other purpose.

Alissa and Becky each got a turn, they giggled as they handed off my
dick to the next girl, and then watched as Patty gripped my cock and
whispered up into my bewildered stare.

"This is the best sleep-over I've ever had, Cousin Kyle, and I'm glad
you're gonna let all us girls have as much fun as we wanna."

A few seconds later my other six year old female cousin was doing her
best to prove that I was going to be spending as much time around my fan
club as I possibly could.  Her mouth felt even smaller, her lips more
sensitive, and her grip tighter than Charlie's, and each time her head
went forward I hungered to lunge into her mouth and use her like a very
young slut.  My body needed release, but the back of her tongue wasn't
where my sticky white goo needed to end up, so I did my best to hang on
until she released me.

When she felt she'd tortured me enough she withdrew her lips, smiled up
to me, and began to jack me by moving her small hands back and forth
along the length of my cock.  The tingle was too strong, my ability to
hold back waining, and my desire to make her stop at an all-time low,
and I think at least Jessica could see that I was getting close to
having a good feeling, because she wrapped one hand around Patty's and
slowed her down.

"Cousin Kyle needs to have a good feeling, Patty.  Let's turn him around
so he can."

It took less than half an instant for the girls to figure out what they
wanted to do.  With me turned toward the commode my cousins pushed their
way alongside my hips, beside the potty, and stared in rapt fascination
as Jessica and Patty continued to jack me for the next few seconds.  My
eldest and one of my youngest female cousins kept stroking my steel-hard
cock while the four other girls watched and waited.

It became so difficult for me to keep from falling down because of the
wonderful feel of two small hands working my dick back and forth, and
four other girls watching for what was going to happen.  The only way I
could remain on my feet was to use my audience as props to hold me up,
my right and left forearms resting on four little girls' shoulders as
they stared and listened.

When the moment came, so to speak, all I could do was grit my teeth,
clench my jaw, clamp my eyelids shut tight, grunt as softly as I could,
and hold onto the girls as they observed a series of white sticky gobs
of goo being sprayed toward the back of the lifted commode seat.  None
of them said a word or were the least intimidated by what they saw, and
it was only after the greatest of my rapture passed before I could open
my eyes to see how my younger cousins were reacting.

In utter juxtaposition to what I imagined I saw six quivering smiles and
as many blushing faces.  They got a real-time lesson in what a guy's
body does during 'the good feeling' and what comes out to make an older
teen girl pregnant with a baby.  All-in-all their sex education class
went pretty darned well.

Rather than burden them with having to clean up the mess I made of the
back of the commode seat, and the general area under it, I let Patty and
Jessica keep a firm grip of my softening cock as I gathered some tissues
and wiped the area dry and then clean.  I was too nervous to go pee, so
with the end of my cock, and two little girl's hands wiped and cleaned
as well, the paper and a rather impressive load of baby-makers were sent
to their doom in a spiraling whoosh.

The girls still needed to feel they had control of the situation, and I
let them tuck my withering tool back into my shorts, pull my jeans up,
fastened them, and redo my belt.  Once they approved of my appearance I
stepped back, knelt down, and gathered my incredibly tolerant, and very
generous, group of young girls around and in front of me.  With my knees
pressed to the fuzzy carpet, and my hands caressing at least two girl's
soft fannies, I whispered what I hoped might be the right words.

"That was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had, girls, and I really
appreciate your wanting to help me feel good.  The only thing I need to
know now is if any of you are even a tiny bit scared or nervous about
what you saw."

All of them, even Patty and Charlie, leaned forward, wrapped me up in a
tight embrace, and whispered back in a cacophony of muted voices.

Becky said, "That was the coolest thing ever, Cousin Kyle!"

Alissa whispered, "Yeah!  Thanks for letting me see it!"

Christy shared, "It looked like you really had a good feeling ... like I
did before."

Jessica confirmed she was going to try again when she said, "I hope
you'll let me help you have another good feeling again really soon,
Cousin Kyle!"

Patty added, "It seemed kinda strange at first, cuz I thought you were
gonna pee, but what I saw was just like what my Mommy said when she told
me how babies are made."

But it was what Charlie said that seemed to prove I needed to spend a
lot more time with my younger cousins and talk about the real facts of
life when she spoke in a quivering voice, "Is that what happens when I
get a good feeling, Cousin Kyle?  I never saw no white stuff come out of
my peepee before, but I hope the good tingles you got are like the
really good tingles I get when you lick my peepee, cuz I want you to
lick me some more so I can have another good feeling."

My attitude has so completely been altered from before I arrived that I
had a spark of inspiration.  With all of them still tight to my body and
holding onto me I leaned forward and whispered hoping my words wouldn't
carry through the closed bathroom door.

"All of you pull your panties down and dresses up so I can give each of
you a really quick lick, okay?"

A moment later all of them were giggling, yanked their underpants all
the way down their bare legs, hiked their dresses up to their chins, and
pushed their naked hips and bald cunnies forward so I could afford them
one last lick before we ate breakfast.

Just like a production line at an assembly plant I went from one little
girl to the next in quick succession, kissing and licking each of their
fat little cunnies and rolling their tingle bumps around until they were
whimpering and gripping my head hard enough to break my neck.  As the
last girl's pussy was kissed and licked I leaned back, smiled, winked,
and then whispered one last command.

"Let me see all of you one last time before we wash our hands."

Another round of high-pitched giggles were heard, they presented their
body to me to see, caress, and kiss, and I worked both hands into place
between their thighs, over their titties, and then around their soft
full butts.  Once the last girl had been fondled and molested I stood,
reached out with my hands, and called them toward me.  They lunged into
my hips even before they pulled their panties back up, and I liked that
sort of determination.

I washed my hands first, dried them, and then motioned for the next
contestant to take my place.  While she was standing in front of the
sink I was kneeling down alongside her, had one hand up under her dress
in front, the other one in back, and I strummed her panties as if I'd
never done anything quite that wicked before.  She giggled, spread her
feet a few inches, but never stopped tending to the soap and water.

It was the sound of my group giggling and laughing while we washed our
hands that brought an end to the vacuum of silence behind the closed
door, and I could tell by the laughter and conversation coming from the
other side that our parents must have felt pretty relaxed about how long
we were taking.

When the bathroom door came open a single line of little girls, from the
youngest to the eldest, was seen wearing broad smiles and acting as if
they'd been coached to behave in a more refined and cultured manner.  As
soon as the parade was noticed the adults got quiet again and kept
staring at me as if I'd over-extended my authority by telling the girls
to be quiet when they emerged.

My Mom must have needed to provide some comfort, because she was seen
running toward me before I was through the kitchen doorway, wrapped me
up in another tight hug, and whispered into my left ear as if she didn't
want anyone to hear her.

"I'm so proud of you, Kyle.  It's obvious you've changed your mind about
taking care of your younger cousins, and I can tell they're much happier
about your wanting to be around them."

"It's cool, Mom.  Come on!  Don't embarrass me!"

That only encouraged the other adults to jeer and mock me with all
manner of lewd comment and teasing reference about a whole crowd of
little girls wanting to be tended to by their older male cousin.

But it was what Aunt Trudy said to my Dad that made all the girls and me
stop moving and think everyone had seen what we did.

"You know, James ... I wonder if we need to insist that Kyle spend a
lot more time with the girls in the hay loft like they did yesterday
before dinner, because it looks as if his influence on them behind the
closed bathroom door has turned them into very obedient young ladies.  I
guess young men like Kyle are just better at tending to a little girl
when she's got her panties pulled down than their own mother or father."

My Dad didn't say anything right away, but I could tell by the way he
was looking at me and then my Mom that he must have been thinking about
what he did to her when my Mom was just a little girl.

Since neither my Mom or Dad said anything right away Uncle Steve decided
to offer some commentary.  He kept a straight face, looked right into my
eyes for a moment, then my Dad's, then my Mom's, and must have known a
lot more about how young my Mom was when my Dad began to pull her little
girl panties down and show her how to have lots of good feelings.  He
then spoke to my parents as if he'd been practicing his speech.

"It's good for a young man to help his much younger cousins learn as
much as they can in a safe and controlled environment before they have
to fight off another older boy's hands in the tool shed or in the
bushes.  Playing doctor might be good if the girls aren't afraid of
asking their older cousin all the tough questions that their parents are
reluctant to think about or answer."

Uncle Steve then turned to me and spoke as if he could see right into my
soul.

"Maybe Trudy is right ... maybe we should let Kyle spend a lot more
time with the girls in a private place so they can all get to know each
other more in an intimate setting without restrictions and learn what's
important where they can feel safe and not worry about being forced to
do anything they don't want to."

My heart was hammering in my chest and my mouth was so dry if felt like
I'd swallowed a ton of dust from the driveway.  My Mom then pulled me
along beside her as she walked further into the kitchen and closer to
the 'little kids table' before she said anything.

"I always knew Kyle would be the perfect person to help all his cousins
learn the important things about ... about their bodies and how to keep
from being hurt by mean boys.  I think it's wonderful he's finally begun
to relax a little bit and help his cousins."

The room was so quiet everyone could hear the coffee percolating in the
pot and the oven crackling as it heated up and cooled down.  For the
next few seconds nobody said anything, and all I wanted to do was run
out of the house and all the way home.

From out of nowhere, and with no hints or influence every adult in the
kitchen burst out laughing and lunged forward to either tickle me or
give me a tight hug.  I was so confused I wanted to be anywhere but
there.

Even the girls weren't quite sure what was going on, but it was Charlie
who didn't like me being picked on and came to my rescue.

"You guys need to leave Cousin Kyle alone!  He's my most favorite cousin
in the whole world, and I don't like it when you laugh at him and make
him feel bad."

As soon as she finished chastising everyone for laughing or poking fun
at me my six year old cousin pushed her way through the adult crowd,
forced them to step back, and then lunged forward into my hips as if she
was trying to protect me.  But for her to burst out crying with her head
pressed sideways into my tummy and spilling a few tears proved she was
genuine in her determination to see that I didn't get hurt.  All her
display of emotions did was invite the rest of my fan club to push their
way forward and assume the same sort of position Charlie had.

I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything, and I couldn't think of a way
to get myself out of a very embarrassing situation.  Aunt Trudy fixed
this for me by kneeling down behind Charlie and speaking to her in a
really soft voice ... as if the woman was talking to her own daughter.

"Ohhh, Charlie.  We're not being mean to Kyle.  We're just having a
little bit of fun with him, Honey ... that's all."

"But you're laughing at him and saying things that are making him get
all red in the face and 'barrassed."

Uncle Steve couldn't suppress a lewd comment the moment Charlie
finished.

"Yeah ... I'll bet he was 'bare-assed' a few minutes ago in the bathroom
in front of all six of his younger cousins."

The adults again burst out laughing, except for Aunt Trudy.  She glared
at Uncle Steve, turned to look at my Mom and Dad, and then caressed
Charlie's back while whispering to her.

"It's okay, Charlie.  What you don't understand is that we love Kyle
just as much as you do, and all we're doing is talking about important
things in a joking way so it won't seem so serious.  I wish I could help
you understand, Honey."

The light was finally coming on inside my head, and it was time for me
to prove just how 'adult' I could be in front of my cousins.  I worked
Charlie's arms from around my body, was able to kneel down facing her,
and held her by her upper arms as I spoke to her in a low voice.

"I think I understand what they're doing, Charlie, and you shouldn't be
all mad or sad.  Sometimes people need to laugh about things that might
seem kinda scary so it makes it easier on them."

I tried to explain it in terms she could understand and came up with
what I hoped might work.

"Didn't your Mommy or Daddy ever talk to you about something that scared
you a whole bunch ... and made it seem like it was just a funny thing
instead of a serious or scary one?"

She shrugged, looked down her body, and fumbled with her fingertips.

Charlie's mom and dad, Aunt Shirley and Uncle Pete, knelt down close to
their daughter and whispered to her without making her turn away from
me.

"Charlie ... remember when you had those bad dreams a while ago about
monsters in your room?"

A few gasps were heard for a moment, but nobody said anything that might
embarrass Charlie or make her feel worse.

Charlie shrugged again, pulled herself into my body, and wrapped her
arms around my neck so she could hug me.  Aunt Shirley didn't move and
spoke again in a way that seemed really gentle.

"You remember when we told you that the monsters didn't like it when
little girls laughed at them, don't you, Charlie, because it takes their
power away and makes them weak?"

This time Charlie nodded, but only once.

"Well ... in a tiny way that's why we were laughing at ... with Kyle,
Honey, because we know you love him very much, and you will listen to
him a lot more than you would if me or your Daddy told you something
that was super important.  Do you understand, even a little bit?"

She stood there fumbling with the front of her dress, had it pulled up
high enough that I could see her panties, and only began to whisper
after she must have figured it out on her own.

"Then ... you're not really being mean to Cousin Kyle, Mommy?"

"No, Punkin'.  We're just teasing him a tiny bit, because it's really
special for little girls to fall in love with an older boy and look up
to him when those little girls need to learn something very important,
like ... like it's okay if she asks him to help her in the potty, or if
she wants him to give her a bath, or things like that."

That's when Charlie put two-and-two together and got me into a lot more
trouble.

"Then ... it's okay if I want Cousin Kyle to pull my panties down, and
help me go potty, and wipe my peepee dry, and give me a bath, and then
wash my peepee with soap really good so I'm clean like I'm supposed to,
and ... and sleep with me cuz I don't wanna be scared none?"

A few of my older relatives looked a bit surprised, but none of them
said anything.  They must have wanted Charlie's mother, my Aunt Shirley,
to be responsible for giving me that much latitude.  When she spoke she
caressed her daughter's back, had a smile on her face, and it looked
like she was blushing a little bit.

"As long as your Cousin Kyle is gentle, and doesn't do anything that
scares you, or makes you feel bad, or hurts you, then ... you can ask
him to do anything to help you, Honey.  But you need to remember that
you can't talk about what he does to anyone outside our family, okay?
Do you understand that you can't share anything private with anyone
else, Charlie?"

Charlie nodded, didn't seem quite as afraid or intimidated as she was a
few moments before, and then looked up into my eyes as if she needed for
me to add a little more.  It took a lot of courage on my part, but I
needed to earn my younger cousin's respect ... now that we'd been very
intimate with each other.

"Remember when I told you that you shouldn't let a boy do anything that
you didn't like, Charlie?"

"Uh huh."

"That's what your Mommy is talking about ... she doesn't want you to be
scared or feel like you have to do something that isn't gonna make you
feel good.  All she wants ... all any of your parents want, is for all
of you to be safe, and happy, and protected."

A moment later my head was enveloped in a pair of young but very strong
six year old arms.  For my Mom to kneel down alongside my body to my
right and try to improve upon Charlie's hug proved I'd finally done the
right thing ... for once.

It was my Grandma who refocused everyone on the reason for us being in
the kitchen and breakfast area to begin with.

"If all of you are finished trying to embarrass my handsome grandson why
don't we serve what I fixed before it gets cold?"

A second later the whole place was filled with happy chatter, lots of
movement, the sight of huge skillets filled to overflowing being set
upon insulated pads on the big table, and no evidence that I was even on
the same planet.  Charlie preferred she remain tight to my chest, and
her mother and mine must have understood it might be better to let her,
so I shifted one of my two youngest cousins to a chair next to the one
I was thinking about sitting on.  The moment she realized where she was
going to have breakfast her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and her
smile was so big I could almost see every one of her small baby teeth.

Grandpa said our breakfast prayer, the food was served, and my fan club
did their best to make their every minor task seem important to the only
guy they thought was important to them.

What shocked my Mom and Dad was when I asked to help with the dishes
after everyone's plate had been cleaned of such delicious food.  That
sparked a quick flurry of high-pitched claims that I needed a bunch of
helpers.  Grandma never looked the least bit concerned and withdrew one
of almost a dozen aprons so our clothes wouldn't get wet while me and
the girls did the dishes.  Of course, Grandma remained close by to help
and supervise, and maintained her control of her domain.

As the last of the plates were put away, and Charlie was anxious to help
put the last large milk glass away that had been overlooked, she was
trying to keep her balance atop a step-stool that most likely was older
than I was.  What my six year old cousin wasn't aware of, however, was
how precarious her footing was as she stood on the highest step and was
reaching a lot further out than she should have been.  Her center of
gravity was fine until she stepped up on the tips of her toes along the
back of the step and extended her arm to place the glass onto the
highest shelf in the cupboard.

I don't know why or how I discovered what was about to happen, but from
the opposite end of the long kitchen counter, and while wiping my hands
dry, I saw the step-stool begin to teeter backward away from Charlie's
forward lean.  It was as if I could see everything happening in slow
motion and could predict what was about to occur, because I envisioned
Charlie's hand letting go of the milk glass as soon as her body began to
fall toward the floor, and then her head hitting the edge of the hard
counter while her body was on its way down.  The most frightening aspect
of her position, though, was where her chin and face would land, and
what would happen as she hit the front corner of the old wooden surface
as the rest of her body came crashing back to the kitchen floor.

In a split second, and in no more than two steps, I lunged across the
counter, flung my arms as far forward as I could, was able to catch
Charlie before her chin or face was any closer than a foot from the
front edge of the counter, and the step-stool banged and crashed as it
was sent flying backward and out from under Charlie's feet.

But the most noticeable noise everyone heard were the shrill screams
from Aunt Trudy, Aunt Shirley, Grandma, and my Mom when they realized
what was happening.  Their ear-piercing shrieks sent a burst of intense
electricity up my spine and filled my body with a sensation of jumping
into a lake of ice cold water.

The moment Charlie realized what had happened she burst into tears and
wailed as if she'd truly gotten hurt, but I knew better, because my
right elbow was the only thing that hit the counter as I reached out to
catch her.  She was enveloped in my arms, she hugged me hard enough to
nearly break my neck, and everyone in the room rushed forward to see if
the little girl had been injured in any way.

It took about a minute, and everyone had to calm down before I was able
to prove that Charlie was just scared rather than harmed, but the thing
that seemed the most significant about the situation was me crying and
whispering to my cousin in a way that I'd never done before.  Even I
wasn't prepared for what came out of my mouth.

"Oh, Charlie ... I'm so sorry you almost got hurt, Baby!  I don't know
what I would have done if you hurt yourself and had to be taken to the
hospital.  Please be careful, Honey, because I don't want you to get
hurt, ever!"

Charlie's mom and my mother might have initially been concerned for the
little girl's safety, but they must have been completely astonished that
I'd so quickly and enthusiastically expressed such an intimate desire
for the little girl's safety, because they kept looking at me rather
than the careless six year old.  It was only then Aunt Trudy pushed her
way through the crowd and knelt down in front of me and behind Charlie
and whispered yet more revealing thoughts.

"We might have believed Kyle was an immature and insensitive little boy
and wanted nothing to do with his younger cousins just a year before,
but by this one act of concern and compassion he's proved to me, and
everyone else here, that he truly loves his little girlfriends a lot
more than even he realizes."

Uncle Steve might have been at the far end of the kitchen when I caught
Charlie, but by the time Aunt Trudy was doing her best to embarrass me
even more my Dad's brother was gently lifting Charlie out of my grasp.
For the little girl to resist for a moment and whine at whomever was
trying to take her away from her hero encouraged her formerly favorite
uncle to make a claim that he'd lost his prior status as protector and
playmate.

"Hey, hey, hey!  And here I thought Charlie loved me more than anyone
else in the whole world."

Once Charlie recognized who was trying to lift her from my arms she
twisted in place, lunged for Uncle Steve, and proved he still had a few
redeeming qualities.  His neck was hugged as fiercely as mine had been,
and at least one of his cheeks was graced with a few warm kisses, but
after she apologized to him and gave him a real kiss on the lips she let
him go and tried to return to my arms.  Uncle Steve must have known
Charlie was going to act that way, at least for a little while, and
didn't make a big deal about me having a temporarily superior position
over him.

Grampa was also just as concerned as Uncle Steve and I were about
Charlie's safety, and he proved it by picking the step-stool up,
carrying it toward the kitchen back door, and then flinging it as hard
as he could toward the firewood pile as he used a stern voice.  We
didn't hear Grampa yell very often, but when he spoke I'm sure more than
one person in our family realized he could bellow loud enough to scare a
coyote right out of its fur.

"I should have gotten rid of that damned thing ten years ago!  Millie,
you've been needing a new step-stool for a while, and I'm gonna get you
a brand new one so this won't ever happen again."

He then knelt down next to me, caressed Charlie's back, right cheek, her
hair, and then whispered as if he'd been the cause of her scare.

"Charlie ... Grampa is truly sorry you almost fell down, got scared, and
almost hurt yourself.  Please tell me you're not mad at me for having
that dumb ol' step-stool around, Kitten."

Charlie knew where her bread was buttered, because she spun in my arms,
lunged for Grampa, hugged him hard enough for him to groan, and even
wrapped her legs around his tummy.  The instant he had a chest full of
scared little girl everyone saw a huge tear fall from his right eye, and
then his left.  Poor Grampa really felt bad about what had happened, and
he loved his little 'Kitten' a lot more than she might have realized.

That was my cue to get up off my knees and let my other relatives visit
with Charlie for a few minutes.  It was only after I was standing on my
own two feet that I felt a wave of energy wash through me as if a two
ton round bale was trying to roll over me and push me to the floor.  I
only felt that way a few times before in my life when something really
scary happened, and I realized it was adrenaline coursing through my
veins and the trigger that allowed me to jump so far so fast to keep
Charlie from being hurt.

Luckily I had five little girls to help hold me up a moment later, and
I felt very pleased at the sensation of so many strong little arms and
hands doing their best to squeeze me where-ever they could reach.

Aunt Shirley and Uncle Pete must have felt pretty bad and also really
proud of me, because they tried to hug me while my younger cousins were
pressed tight to my hips, sides, and butt.  What my aunt whispered into
the left side of my face close to my ear made me shiver and smile.

"We're so lucky to have you around, Kyle, and I'm so very happy that
you've finally grown up enough to want to be responsible for your little
cousins.  I know you haven't been aware of how much they adore you, and
we've tried to find a way to reach out to you so you'd realize how much
you mean to them, but all that is behind us now.  It's perfectly clear
that you're not an immature little boy any longer.  You're now a real
man in our family, and I couldn't be happier to have you taking care of
my Charlie, and all her cousins, while we're here.  Thank you, Kyle."

Uncle Pete added only enough to prove he was grateful for my quick
reaction time.

"Thanks, Kyle.  I appreciate you looking out for my little girl."

After a few more pats on the back, lots of hugs, and a few kisses from
my other aunts, Grampa decided it was time to change the mood.

"Enough of all this sadness and tears.  How about if we all went
horseback riding today and had a picnic lunch?"

All the little girls, including Charlie, seemed to like the idea,
because they squealed, giggled, laughed, and jumped up and down.

"Alright!  Millie ... you and the ladies tell me what you're gonna need,
the guys will do whatever is necessary to help get things prepared, and
then we'll meet at the barn in say ... an hour."

Grampa then looked me in the eyes and spoke directly to me.

"Kyle ... you need to take the girls back to the ranch house, get them
changed into more suitable play clothes, and then bring them back after
they've tended to their private business."

"Yes Sir, Grampa."

My Mom gave me one more tight hug, kissed my cheek close enough to my
mouth to almost kiss me for real, and then smiled at me as she spoke.

"I'm so proud of my young man.  I couldn't be any happier than I am
right now, Kyle.  Thank you for being so responsible."

Grandma then proved she was the best person to keep things organized.

"Alright you kids ... off you go.  Get changed and be back like Grampa
said.  There's no rush, Kyle, so take your time driving there and back,
okay?  I don't want you to think you need to drive like a maniac just to
be back here in an hour."

Grampa then followed her lead.

"That's right, Kyle.  We won't do anything or go anywhere until you
bring the girls back, so take your time and drive carefully, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright, then ... off you go."

Rather than hand Charlie off to me Grampa carried her tight in one arm
and used his free hand to 'shoo' me and the other girls toward the front
door.  Even as we were being directed to and through the front door I
could hear my Grandma, Mom, and my aunts in the kitchen starting to get
things ready for our picnic.  As strange as it seemed I was actually
getting used to the idea that our family reunion was as important to me
as it was to my parents.

In order to prove to the adults that I wasn't the dumb little boy I'd
been just a year before I opened all the other truck doors so my younger
cousins could get in before I walked around to the driver door.  That's
when Grampa followed me, waited until my door was open, and then held me
back so he could put Charlie's feet on the seat.  It was obvious he
wanted his favorite 'Kitten' to sit next to me, and I could tell she'd
like that spot.

A minute later the truck was moving, Charlie was leaning hard against my
right side, had at least one hand on my lap between my legs, and liked
the idea that she had a temporary monopoly of everything I did.  The
little squirt even grew brave enough to suggest something that changed
the mood really fast.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I ... will you ... "

"It's okay, Charlie.  Go ahead and ask me whatever you wanna."

"Are we far enough away from my Mommy and Daddy and Grampa and Grandma?"

"For what, Charlie?"

"I wanna take my dress and panties off again so you can give me some
tingles with your fingers like before.  After we get to our house I want
you to give me some more licks like you did in the potty."

"Yeah!  I need some more licks too!"
"Cool!  My peepee is already tingly!"
"I wanna take my clothes off too!"
"Good idea, Charlie!"
"Can we, Cousin Kyle?  I like Charlie's idea too!"

"You girls like it when I give you lots of nice tingles?"

"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"

When I took a quick look to my right I could tell my front seat riders
were ready to start taking everything they had on ... off.  It looked
like they were young colts ready to burst through the starting gate for
a major horse race.  I liked that kind of ambition in a girl.

"Okay."

For the next half minute the inside of the truck cab was filled with
squeals, giggles, and the sound of clothes being removed from six little
female bodies.  By the time Charlie was naked she'd scooted so close she
was almost sitting on my lap, tugged my right hand down over her right
shoulder, tucked the tips of my fingers between her splayed thighs, and
pushed my digits into her bald cunny while she pushed her pussy forward.

Talk about eager.

My naked fan club carried their clothes into the ranch house, ran
straight for the master bedroom, and all tried to find the best spot so
I could give each of them as much pleasure as I could, and as quickly as
was possible.  The best way seemed for them to lie side-by-side with
their butts close enough along the edge of the bed so all I'd have to do
was lean forward, lick one little girl for a little while while I
fingered and tickled the two at her sides, and make my way down the line
until all of them were happy.

For Jessica to suggest what she did next made her seem much more mature
than just a fourth grader.

"Okay you guys ... since Charlie got scared a little while ago we need
to let Cousin Kyle give her some licks first.  After her then we can
have as many licks as we want, okay?"

"Okay."
"Yeah."
"Uh huh."
"Alright."

Charlie was smiling like an opossum sitting atop a bushel basket of
ripe fruit.  She wasn't smiling half a minute later when I had her
chubby thighs tight to my ears, my tongue was rolling her tingle bump
around and tickling as far inside her pee hole as I could reach, and
playing with her baby titties and erect nipples.  It didn't take long
before she had a good feeling, squealed, and then fainted.

Jessica again proved how mature she was when she helped move Charlie to
the other side of the bed and then wiped her pussy with a damp wash
cloth.  Patty proved how eager she was when she started to undo my belt.
With her working on my jeans I shifted a little to the side and began to
work on Alissa.  She must have been incredibly horny, because it didn't
even take two minutes before she was rocking her naked hips hard into my
face and moaning loud enough to almost sound like she was in pain.

All I had to do was focus on licking and sucking on Alissa's tingle bump
for about a minute before her thighs squeezed my head hard enough to
almost crush it, and then her body began to jump around like she was
going crazy.  When I looked up over her bald cunny her head was also
turned to the side, so she was happy and wouldn't argue when I leaned
back.

What I hadn't realized was how far along Patty was and how successful
she'd been at getting my boner out of my shorts.  She rubbed it, played
with it, and eventually began to suck on it while I was licking Alissa.

Jessica must have had something on her mind, because she moved Alissa
next to Charlie, tended to her fat cunny, and then sat in the same spot
where she was before.  Becky was next, and she seemed able to tolerate
having a good feeling long enough to have a second one before she
fainted.  Next was Christy, and she almost broke my neck when she pulled
my face between her legs.

What seemed strange was none of the girls saying anything or asking me
to do anything special ... other than to just lick and suck on their
tingle bumps.  My right middle finger got a good workout stroking in and
out of each little girl's pee hole, and my other hand kept busy rolling
an erect nipple around.  By the time Christy was almost screaming loud
enough for our parents to hear her I could tell she loved the way I was
touching, licking, and fingering her.

Patty was doing such a good job that I had to slow her down.  She
giggled at me when I tugged on her head and worked her mouth off my
dick, and I'm sure she must have been really proud of herself for giving
me a good feeling almost enough to make me squirt into her mouth.  She
was lifted to the bed while Jessica moved Christy, and for the next few
minutes I returned the favor that Patty had been giving me.  She didn't
even last long enough for me to enjoy what I was doing, but it wouldn't
be the last time I'd have my lips and tongue between her chubby thighs.

After Jessica moved Patty and cleaned her cunny my eldest younger cousin
lie down in front of me, but this time she didn't want my tongue.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we ... will you do it with me this time ... for real?"

"Sure, Jessica.  I'll do anything you want."

"Ohhhhh, Cousin Kyle."

My fifteen year old boner was so hard I was afraid I might hurt my nine
year old younger cousin, so I positioned myself very carefully and let
Jessica guide the end of my cock where-ever she wanted it.  For the
first couple of minutes she wanted it rolling her tingle bump around, so
I stayed in that one spot so she could be happy and have a good tingle
feeling first.  She was close, and I could see and feel her thighs about
to get super jumpy, so I looked down at my throbbing dick and silently
asked Jessica to put it inside her pee hole.

She must have known what I wanted, because while staring up into my eyes
with a deer-in-headlights look on her face she pushed the end of my cock
down a little bit and arched her back.  In a very slow but confident
pace Jessica pulled on my boner until it popped inside the front part of
her pussy, then went inside a little bit more, and then all the way in
until Jessica was moaning loud enough to make me think I really was
hurting her.

To be honest I thought I was going to get into trouble for giving the
nine year old that kind of pain, so I tried to pull back.  Talk about
the wrong thing to do.

"NOOO, Cousin Kyle!  Don't take it out!"

"I'm not hurting you?"

"NOOO!  The best tingle feeling ... is even better than ... I ever
felt ... before.  Please let's do it for real for a long time, okay?"

Rather than say anything I pushed in a tiny bit and felt the last part
of my cock disappear as far inside my nine year old cousin's pussy as I
could fit.  The tingle that I'd felt before when Jessica and Patty were
jacking me off was even better with my whole penis inside of Jessica's
vagina.  When I looked down I saw the front of my hips pushing against
her hairless fat cunny, her bald nether lips almost crushed flat by the
amount of force I was using to push forward.

Jessica's maturity was proved yet again when she whimpered at me.

"Go back and forth nice and slow for a little while, Cousin Kyle.
That's what this one girl at my school said is the right way to do it
with a big boy like you."

About a minute later I'd developed a respectable rhythm of smooth and
confident in and out movements.  Each time I was pushing into her pussy
Jessica would flinch, squeak, and then her legs would squeeze me a
little bit.  Either I was hurting her, or she wasn't telling me about
something she liked a lot.

"When you jerk around when I push in ... like this ... "

"UNNNN!"

" ... does it feel good a little bit, or a lot?"

"It feels ... better than ... the best feeling ... in the whole world."

I didn't have any practical experience in having sex with a girl, but
something told me this must be a special way that some girls got an ever
better good feeling than on their tingle bumps alone.  Since I needed
Jessica to like what we were doing more than anything in the whole world
and want to do it with me a whole bunch I decided to use a few fingers
to rub her tingle bump too.

Rubbing her tingle bump, rolling it around, and even squeezing or
tugging on it made Jessica even happier than before.  I kept doing it
with her for a long time, even though I could tell my balls were about
to explode from the good feelings inside my body.  In order to prove
that I really loved my younger cousin I needed her to have the good
feeling first, and then I would have my own after she fainted.

It was a good plan, and after another half minute went by Jessica was
jumping around on the bed no matter where I touched her tingle bump or
how far inside her pee hole I pushed my boner.  But it was what she
almost screamed at me that proved we were going to be doing this a whole
bunch for the next two weeks.

"I want ... you to have ... a good feeling ... too, Cousin Kyle!"

For her to ask me to shoot my sticky white stuff inside her vagina was
too much for me, and I began to grunt and moan and pant as I thrust into
her bald cunny over and over again.  We must have been pretty closely
matched, because we got closer and closer to having a good feeling
together as each second ticked by.

When her leg muscles got super hard, she got quiet, her lips were sucked
between her teeth, and her body started to jerk around like she was
being hit in the back with a big feather pillow, I knew she was starting
to have her good feeling.  I couldn't hold back any more, so I lie down
on top of Jessica, held her as tight as I could, and lunged as far into
her vagina as I could.  She reached around my body, squeezed me with all
her strength, and then pushed her cunny up into my hips as hard as she
could.  We were finally doing it, and we both had a good feeling at the
same time.  It was the best feeling in my entire life.

My younger cousins all fainted when they had their good feeling when I
sucked on and licked their tingle bump, but Jessica must have been old
enough to tolerate so much sexual pleasure, because we started to kiss
each other even before our bodies stopped jerking all over the place.

For the next ten minutes or so I kept pushing my cock back and forth
into Jessica's pussy in a nice slow motion, like I wanted her to have
the good tingle feelings as long as she could.  What I didn't know until
she whimpered up at me was that I was doing a better job than I thought.
Our kiss stopped, I looked down at her, and I saw her lips trembling as
she whispered up into my mouth.

"Cousin Kyle!!!  Slow down just a little bit, please!  The tingles are
almost too much."

"Do you want me to stop, Jessica?"

"NOOO!!!  Just ... slow down for a minute so I don't faint like the
other girls did."

Acting as she asked I slowed the sawing motion down until all I was
doing was moving inside her pussy while I counted to five inside my
head, and then pulled back out again while counting five more.  What she
said next made me feel like I never did before, and I was really proud
of how good I was making her feel.

"Ohhh, Cousin Kyle!  You're the best lover in the whole world, and I'm
gonna wanna do it with you as much as we can, okay?"

"Sure, Jessica.  As long as our cousins don't get mad or want me to give
them even a tiny bit of good tingles, then you and me can do this as
much as you wanna."

"Ohhh, Cousin Kyle!  This is the best family reunion we ever had.  I'm
so glad you finally let me start to kiss you and stuff, cuz I always
wanted to kiss you and have good feelings with you.  I just never knew
I could have the best good feelings in the whole world like this."

"Jessica?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you ... will you wanna ... are you gonna let other boys do this
with you now that you like it a whole bunch?"

Rather than get mad at me for being jealous I saw Jessica smile bigger
than she ever did before just before she whispered.

"Do you wanna be my secret boyfriend, and keep me all to yourself so no
boys ever get to do it with me ... like this?"

"Uh huh.  I don't want you to do this with no other boys, Jessica.  Now
that we're doing it ... and ... and I love you ... I don't want no boys
to get this really good feeling like you're giving me, okay?"

It must have been the most romantic thing an inept and inexperienced
fifteen year old could tell his nine year old cousin, because even
though Jessica was still smiling she actually started to cry.

"Ohhh, Cousin Kyle!  I'm the happiest girl in the whole world right
now."

She hesitated for a few seconds, gave me a kiss, pushed up into my hips
and forced my cock even deeper into her pussy, and pulled me down to her
mouth so she could kiss me and talk at the same time.

"You're the only boy I'm gonna do it with, Cousin Kyle, okay?"

"Okay ... Baby."

"Tee-hee-hee!  That sounds so ... sexy.  Call me that again, please?"

"I'm glad I'm the only boy you're gonna do it with, Baby.  I'd be super
jealous if I ever found out you let another boy do it with you like
this."

"Ohhh, Cousin Kyle ... I love you so much."

"I love you too, Baby."

"Tee-hee-hee!  So sexy!"

We kept doing it nice and slow for a long time, and Jessica kept looking
up into my eyes with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, and a look
in her eyes like she was totally in love with me, unlike how I treated
and acted with her as recently as one year before.  The feeling for me
was so incredible that I wanted to keep doing it with Jessica for as
long as I could, but eventually all of our cousins would wake up, and
we'd have to stop.  I hated the idea that Jessica and I couldn't keep
doing it really nice and slow like that, because the feeling in my cock,
and all over my body, was the best in my entire life.

Every once in a while Jessica would flinch and whimper, but then she'd
just as quickly pull me down hard so I knew I wasn't really hurting her.
It was almost as if nothing we did together was wrong, or bad, or dirty,
or even the least little bit naughty.  Maybe if our parents and whole
family found out they wouldn't say anything ... at least that was how
special I felt as I rocked my hips back and forth and kept my cock going
in and out of Jessica's tight, wet, hot, and very slick little cunny.

For the first time in my life I was doing it with a girl, and what made
it really crazy, and kind of super scary, was that I was doing it with a
nine year old, and she was one of my cousins.  We were doing it in the
most special and loving way possible, and I knew that having sex with a
girl, even a little girl, could be one of the most beautiful things in
the world, as long as both of the people were enjoying it, and wanted to
do it a lot.

Jessica started to like it so much that I heard her say something I
never expected I'd ever hear her say.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"I know the word for what we're doing."

"You do?"

"Uh huh.  Would you get mad, or tell anyone that I said it?"

"No, I won't get mad, and I won't tell nobody that you said it."

She blushed, looked down her body for a moment, pushed up into my hips
to each of my inward lunges, and then looked me right in the eyes as she
whispered.

"Is it really called ... fucking?  That's what this nasty girl at school
said we're doing."

"Yeah ... it's called fucking."

I felt really dirty for saying such an evil word to my nine year old
cousin, but then ... I had my boner as far inside her baby cunny as it
would fit, kept working it in and out of her hairless pussy, and had
been stroking her for quite a while.  What's the big deal about some
dumb word, anyway?

To give her another thrill I asked her something I knew the answer to,
but I needed her to feel the same sort of thrill I did as I said it.

"Will you promise to only let me fuck you, Jessica?"

" yeah "

"Do you like it when I fuck you nice and slow ... like this?"

" ohhhh ... yeah "

"Then ... I want you to ask me to do it ... and I want you to say that
special ... dirty word."

She shuddered, blushed, looked as deeply into my eyes as she ever had in
her life, and her lips trembled as she whispered to me.

"You're the only boy I'll let ... fuck me, Cousin Kyle, and I ... I want
you to ... to fuck me a whole bunch from now on, okay?  Please?"

I leaned forward, kissed her with a smile on my face, and whispered
back.

"Okay, Baby.  We're gonna fuck as much as you want to from now on."

Our dirty talk must have been having a positive effect on her, because
Jessica began to pant, push up harder into my body, and seemed to need
me to fill as much of her bald pussy as I could with my steel-hard
boner when she whimpered.

"Ohhh, Cousin Kyle ... please keep ... fucking me until I have another
really good ... mmmmmmm!"

Looking right into her eyes I increased the speed of my thrusts and
fucked Jessica with more enthusiastic lunges until she had another
really good feeling.  This time, however, she was having too much fun
and fainted after her body jerked around for half a minute.

It was nasty for me to keep fucking her after she passed out, but I knew
I wasn't going to hurt her if I did it nice and slow, and didn't push
too hard, or didn't push really deep inside her vagina.

Looking down at her naked and hairless body I fucked her until the
tingle was too strong, and I filled her up with another few sticky
squirts of goo while trying to look at my cock going in and out of her
super slick pussy.

It was hard to disconnect from my first ever real lover, but I knew we
needed to get going.  After my dick was pulled free, and I saw a lot
more of our sticky juices start to come out, I carried Jessica to the
bathroom, washed both her and me really good so nobody could tell what
we were doing, and I even licked her pussy really good after she was all
clean so I could be sure she didn't smell down there between her legs.

Just about the time I was pulling her panties back up her full thighs on
the bed Charlie and Becky were waking up.

"Tee-hee-hee!  You make me feel really good, Cousin Kyle!"

"Tee-hee!  Yeah ... me too.  I wish you could lick me like that again
for a super long time, Cousin Kyle."

I probably could have done more sex stuff with all the girls, but we had
a picnic and horseback riding to go do, so we needed to get moving.

"I'm glad you girls liked the way I gave you lots of good tingle
feelings, but maybe we need to get cleaned up so we can get ready to go
back and have our picnic.  Is that okay?"

"YEAH!!!"
"Cool!"

It didn't take long after Charlie practically screamed her enthusiastic
response and Becky followed along with a description of her pleasure
before the other girls woke up and began to stir.

All of the girls went potty, I helped them get cleaned up a little bit,
kissed them between their legs before they put their panties back on,
and then they got dressed in shorts or jeans and t-shirts.  I hated to
see them wearing so many clothes, but our parents wouldn't like it if I
showed up with my younger cousins all naked.

By the time I drove up to Grampa and Grandma's house we all saw two long
horse trailers next to the barn.  But it was the near two-dozen horses
all saddled up and ready to ride that made the girls squeal and me
happy.  We hadn't all been horseback riding in a long time, and we were
going to have more fun at this family reunion than ever before.

It was obvious Grampa and Uncle Steve had the ranch foreman pick out the
most calm and tame horses in a fifty mile radius, because as soon as the
truck stopped moving and the doors were unlocked the girls burst out and
were screaming loud enough to wake the dead.  Had any of the horses been
the least bit skittish they'd have stampeded out of the corral.

The only two people who didn't want to ride a horse were Grandma and my
Mom.  They asked me to back the truck up close to the kitchen back door,
and then all the guys loaded our picnic supplies, some cookout gear,
lots of chairs and blankets, and even some mesquite firewood for a fire
later that afternoon.  By the time the back of the truck was loaded it
looked like we were going on a week-long camping trip.

After the girls got to pick which horse they'd want to ride, and was
appropriately sized for them, the rest of the horses were divided up
among my aunts, uncles, and me.  Grampa had his own horse he'd ridden
for years, Ranger, and right there in the corral showed off everything
that horse knew.  It looked like he could get Ranger to do anything,
even counting with one hoof after he asked his granddaughters which
number under twenty to count.  We were impressed, but none of us could
make our horses do much more than go forward, stop, go backward, turn,
and stand still.

My Mom got the truck keys from me, and Grandma sat in the front seat
next to her.  With the sounds of horse's hooves clopping on the dirt
road that led away from the house we rode off toward a spot that we'd
been to a bunch of times before.  It was the same place Uncle Steve let
me camp out with him before, and I was really excited about getting to
ride ahead a little way until my younger cousins complained they
couldn't make their horses go any faster.  Maybe it really was because I
was starting to grow up, but I knew it would be best if I didn't make
the girls feel bad, so I rode back, turned my horse around, and coaxed
the girl's horses along with me.

Grampa and Uncle Steve took off in a blaze of dust a minute later, and
it almost sounded like an old west movie as they whooped and hollered
while their horses galloped away.  About a minute later they returned in
a more relaxed pace and shared the good news that our picnic site was
just the way it was supposed to be.

After we got the horses tied up properly and got them some hay, corn,
and water, Uncle Steve asked me and the girls to start a fire while the
adults got our camp set up and the food ready for lunch.  Of all the
things my Mom and Dad were reluctant to let me do anywhere else it was
to use matches and play with any kindling, because I was a fire-bug at
heart.  Even then I knew to not try too much crazy stuff, and I again
felt like something was changing inside my body.

Could I really be growing up, like the adults said?

The lunch was great, me and the girls got to cook hot dogs on sticks
while the adults settled for food that didn't require a fire pit, but it
was Grandma's peach cobbler for dessert that made our picnic seem like
the best one in our whole lives.

To work off some of the food my uncles decided on a little touch
football while me and the girls got to play with Frisbees or tossed a
softball around.  By the time Charlie and Patty were yawning and tugging
on my arms I knew they'd like a short nap.  Grampa and Grandma were way
ahead of me, and had some of my uncles construct a second large shaded
area using a plastic tarp with a thick blanket on the ground for us to
lie down on.  The only thing I forgot to bring along were the girl's
pillows, so we had to settle for rolled-up towels.

It felt really strange, but good, for me to gather my younger cousins
around me so we could snuggle together.  About the only thing we didn't
try was any touching and kissing, but they got to hug me, lie down
either on or against me with their heads on my body like I was their
pillow, and I had to put my arms and hands down across their tummies
until my hands were just resting on the two girls near my knees.  We all
settled down for half an hour of sleep in just a minute.

About a half an hour later I felt someone rocking my right arm back and
forth.

"Cousin Kyle?"

"Uh huh?"

"I gotta go potty."

The one thing I didn't think about before we left was making sure my
girls went to the bathroom.  That poor decision was coming back to haunt
me, because the nearest commode was more than ten miles away.

I could thank my Grampa for his planning skills, because when I looked
around for a moment I saw Aunt Trudy waving me closer so we could talk.

"Yes, Ma-am?"

"Do your girls need to go potty, Kyle?"

I blushed, looked away for a second, but then did my best to assume the
role as responsible adult as she expected.

"Yes, Ma-am.  I'm sorry, but I forgot to take them before we all got on
our horses."

"Nonsense!  Even if you had the girls would still need to go after this
much time.  What you didn't know was how smart your Grampa is, because
there's a portable potty in the back of the truck.  Take the girls
there, hold a towel around them while they're pulling their jeans or
shorts and panties down so they're not embarrassed, and don't worry
about it so much."

I looked at Aunt Trudy for a moment and then whispered.

"Aunt Trudy ... y'all are very understanding about me being with my
younger cousins when they need to go potty, or change, or take a bath.
I know it might sound dumb but ... why are you letting me be around them
so much ... even when ... when they don't have anything covering their
bodies ... down there?"

She reached to my face, caressed my cheek, smiled, and whispered back.

"Because, Kyle ... we've always known you're not the kind of young man
to hurt your cousins, even if you didn't treat them so nice the last
time we had a family reunion.  Your cousins absolutely adore you.  They
feel perfectly comfortable being around you with their panties pulled
down, because they know you're not going to tease them, or make fun of
them, or do anything that will make them feel bad.  To put it bluntly,
Kyle ... they love you very much, and they wanna do special things with
you ... and even ... even let you do special things with them too, if
you want to."

"You ... you're not mad that they wanna ... do things?"

"Why don't we talk about this in a little while?  Go tend to your girls
first, and after they're comfortable we might have some time to chat
about things you need to know, okay?"

"Sure.  I guess it sounds kinda dumb for me to ask you stuff like this,
huh, Aunt Trudy?"

"No it doesn't.  It actually sounds very mature.  Now ... go tend to
your girls in the back of the truck, and then we might chat later."

Just as I was instructed I gathered my young flock and made our way to
the back of the truck.  The way my Mom had parked it behind a bunch of
tall rocks and some scrub there was no way anyone could see what we were
doing, so I really didn't need to hold any towels or sheets to keep
anyone from peeking at my girls after they pulled their panties down.
I got to look all I wanted, but even then I felt too guilty to stare at
their bald cunnies too much.  I felt like my grandmother, my aunts, and
my Mom were staring right at me the whole time.

After the last one was finished I was allowed to wipe a bald little
cunny a few times.  Everyone was properly dressed, and we ran back to
where our parents and grandparents were.  The moment the last of my
group tumbled down onto the thick blanket and wanted to wrestle I fell
down and pretended to be absolutely helpless.  I'd never enjoyed having
so many little girl's hands all over my body, and at least two of those
little vixens kept reaching between my thighs, even with her parents no
more than twenty or so feet away.  I couldn't be mad, even if I wanted
to be.

We had a good time wrestling and tickling each other, and when Aunt
Trudy walked up to where we were all piled on top of each other she
knelt down close to me and whispered.

"Would you like to have that chat now, Kyle?"

"Uhhh ... sure."

By the tone of my voice I'm sure Aunt Trudy could tell I was really
nervous and might not want to have that chat after all.  Unfortunately
I never had a chance to tell her I might have reconsidered, because she
got up, walked to where the other ladies were, and looked back at me
while talking to them.  I never felt more guilty in my life.  If any of
my aunts, my grandmother, and my mother found out that I'd been touching
and licking the youngest girls, and then had sex with Jessica, they'd
stick a thick metal pole up my ass and throw me on the fire.

What I heard Aunt Trudy say next to my grandfather, my Dad, and all my
uncles proved I was going to be even more embarrassed in less than ten
minutes than I'd ever been before in my lifetime.

"Okay, Grampa Carl ... guys ... you need to go wrestle a bear, or hunt
some crocodiles, or chop down a bunch of trees or something for about an
hour.  Me and the ladies need to talk to Kyle for a little while, and we
don't need any of you brutes hanging around to make us or him nervous."

I almost swallowed my tongue.

Uncle Steve, in his usual comical manner, decided I needed to be teased
before the guys left.

"Ohhh!  So, is this gonna be one of those special 'chats' where he's
gonna learn all about the birds and the bees from all the ladies?"

Aunt Trudy actually snapped and yelled at Uncle Steve for a second, and
I could tell she wasn't kidding around.

"Steven!  Stop it!  Please don't tease Kyle like that right now.  I'm
serious, and I need you guys to disappear without adding any more stupid
jokes about what we're gonna talk about."

"Whoa!  Sorry, Trudy.  Okay ... we're going."

Uncle Steve turned around, motioned for the other men to follow him, and
they each climbed atop a horse and galloped off as if they were a posse
about to hunt down some heinous criminal.  Had they known what I'd done
with my younger cousins ... they wouldn't have far to ride to find one.

When the dust drifted away, and the sounds of the horse's hooves faded
in the distance, Aunt Trudy motioned for my Grandma, Mom, and my other
aunts to take up a spot on the blanket in front of me.  My cousins
seemed to have an awareness of what was about to happen, because they
gathered around me, snuggled as close as they could, and settled down as
if they needed to eliminate any air between our bodies.  I felt like a
guy about to be shot and gutted.

Rather than Aunt Trudy taking control again my Mom knee-walked closer to
me, wiggled her way between two of my cousins, and took both of my hands
as she sat directly in front of me.  I had no place to go, and there was
no way I could escape.

"Kyle ... Honey ... what happened today in the kitchen has proved just
how much you love your cousins, and all of us are incredibly happy you
are now ... man enough to take care of them like you should.  What you
don't know, and haven't been told, is that you're not the only one who's
ever fallen in love with someone who's a lot younger before."

Something about what my Mom was telling me could either go very well for
me, or very badly.

"When your father and I were talking to you before we left to come to
our family reunion, and you found out that he had a little girlfriend
when he was about your age ... what you never knew before then was that
little girl was me.  What we didn't tell you was that I was only seven
when your father was a senior in high school, and ... and ... "

My Mom tried to finish, but she couldn't.  Aunt Trudy must have felt
comfortable enough with me to help her older sister.

"Kyle, Honey ... what your mother is having a hard time telling you is
that your father developed a very special ... and intimate relationship
with your mom even before she was in the third grade."

Aunt Trudy swallowed, looked down at her hands for a moment, and then
back up at me when she started talking again.

"He loved your mother with all his heart, and he was the most gentle and
affectionate high school boy your Mom could have fallen head over heels
in love with, even though he was eleven years older than her."

She hesitated for a moment, and then kept going.

"After he proved that he loved her enough to take care of her, and treat
her gently, and be responsible for everything he did, our parents and
her mom and dad gave your father permission to teach her ... all about
sex, including her body, and his."

The thought that my dad, as a senior in high school, wanted to undress
and teach and have sex with a seven year old was something that was a
complete surprise to me.  I'd never known anything about my parent's
past, and they certainly had a past that was a real shock.

I hadn't even begun to hear the best part, though.

"Your grandfather and all of your uncles also had little girlfriends who
were a lot younger than they were when the guys started to think about
having girlfriends and ... their futures.  Most of our guys were in high
school when they realized they wanted to share their love with a little
girl, and only your Grampa wasn't, because he didn't even finish high
school when he found your Grandma."

I'd heard of guys who only wanted to have sex with little girls, but I
never imagined my Dad and uncles and grandfather would be like that.  I
didn't have much of a chance to think about that before Aunt Trudy gave
me even more history about my family.

"Your grandmother, as little girl, was growing up on the ranch just down
the road from your grandfather's when her family was struck down with a
horrible case of the flu, and she was the only one who survived at five
years old.  Normally it's the parents who survive, but she was the one
who was left all alone ... and your grandfather's parents took her in
and wanted to raise her as their own little girl.  What they didn't
realize until a year later is that their sixteen year old son had fallen
in love with his new baby sister, except the kind of love they shared
was a lot more intimate and personal than most brothers and sisters."

One of my American History teachers told us about really young girls
getting married and having children as young as twelve when they moved
West and were settling the country, but that was over a hundred years
ago.  My grandfather was only about sixty, and they'd fallen in love
about forty five years before.

That's when I remembered about the Great Depression, and how hard it was
for so many people back then.  It was apparent my grandparents grew up
in a very different country than the one I was familiar with.

Even as I was trying to come to terms with what I'd already heard Aunt
Trudy was starting to speak again.

"Back then it wasn't a really big deal when an older man or even a young
man wanted to take a wife who was much younger, so after his parents
realized their son was willing to love their new family member they made
sure everyone knew she was an orphan so the family wouldn't have to
suffer the stigma of what people would say about a brother and sister
falling in love and then wanting to get married."

She hadn't even been talking for very long, and I was already sweating.

"When your father and his brothers were born and raised it was just
accepted that they might some day want to find a little girl just like
their father did, and when your dad found your mom ... well ... he had
to prove he really loved her, and didn't want to just molest her.  It
didn't take long before everyone knew what the young couple wanted, so
she was allowed to move in with his family and pretty soon ... they
were sleeping together and acting like normal married people do."

My mother must have been waiting for a chance to say something, because
she tugged on my hands and urged me to look into her eyes rather than at
her younger sister's.

"Kyle, Honey ... all of your uncles found a little girl to love soon
after your Dad did, and before long your Grampa's ranch was known for a
very special set of husbands and wives who weren't born very close
together.  All of your aunts were around five or six or seven when your
uncles fell in love, and ... well ... we always knew if we had any sons
that they'd be able to have a little girlfriend when the time came."

She hesitated, took a deep breath, and the started again.

"Well ... the time has come, Kyle, and you need to know the truth."

"The truth?  You mean there's more?"

"Kyle, Sweetheart ... we should have told you a long time ago, but we
just couldn't figure out how to do it.  Your Dad and I ... we tried to
have ... we went to a whole bunch of doctors, and ... "

Aunt Trudy urged my Mom to the side, practically pushed her way right
onto my lap, and held my face as she whispered into my mouth.

"Kyle, Angel ... your mother and father weren't able to have children
of their own, and ... they adopted you when you were a one year old
baby orphan."

In spite of how hard they were trying to spare my feelings that wasn't
quite as provocative or shocking as my Dad and uncles falling in love
with a bunch of elementary school girls.  When I smiled all the ladies
must have believed I wasn't able to comprehend what I'd been told and
might be a total retard, because all of them stared into my eyes with
theirs wide and a look of horror all over their face as if my head was
being split wide open and my brains were spilling all over the place.

"That's cool, Aunt Trudy.  Being adopted isn't a big deal to me, because
I always knew my parents loved me with all their heart, and whether my
Mom gave birth to me, or some other girl did, it just isn't that big a
deal to me.  The only really important thing is they love me, raised me
as best they could, and never gave me the impression that I could be
anything but their son."

My Mom shoved Aunt Trudy to the side, lunged into my body, and
practically bowled me over when she wrapped me up in a tight hug.

"Oh, Kyle, Sweetheart ... I've always wanted to tell you, but I was so
scared you might hate me and your father for ... for ... "

"For what, Mom?  Just because you couldn't have a baby of your own?  How
could I hate you and Dad for wanting to give me a home and raise me with
all your love?  At least my real mom didn't throw me into the street
after I was born, and I guess you guys found out about me before I knew
anything about the woman who got pregnant with me.  I just hope she's
okay, because I'd hate to think she died or something."

"To be honest we really don't know anything about her.  The only thing
we knew about your past is that you were left on the steps of the local
hospital late one night.  After nobody could be found or wanted to claim
you the local orphanage took you in.  We found you almost a year later."

By the expression on her face I could tell my Mom was feeling really bad
about having to tell me so much after I was already fifteen.  I had a
way to fix that.

"It's cool, Mom!  Really!  I still love you with all my heart, because
you were brave enough to raise me like your own flesh and blood.  I'm
just thankful that you adopted me rather than some weird couple."

My Mom pulled me as hard as she could into her body, wrapped me up in a
hug that nearly broke some ribs, and then balled into my right ear for
the next minute.  All I could do was hold her, caress her back, and try
to comfort her any way I could.

After she collected her senses, and all my other aunts and grandmother
gave her and me a few hugs, I figured the worst was over with.

I had no idea.

My Mom wiped away as many tears from her eyes as she could, looked right
into my soul, and then whispered again.

"Kyle, if you want to love all of your cousins ... in a very special,
and intimate, and ... sexual way, then ... we don't want you to feel
like we're gonna be angry with you."

The throbbing in my ears, the way my whole head felt like it was going
to explode, and the same burning heat all over my face was adequate
proof that I was blushing again.  All I could do was stare at my Mom and
sit there.  She either already knew, or she'd know soon enough.

It was Aunt Trudy who started to smile first, and then my other aunts,
my grandmother, and finally my Mom.  But it was when my younger cousins
enveloped me in their small arms and in an ardent embrace that any doubt
was cast to the four winds.  It was at that moment I knew I'd become a
man, and it was time to prove it to every woman and little girl there.

I looked right into my Mom's eyes, sat up straight, tried to smile, and
then spoke in as clear a voice as I could muster.

"I do love my cousins, Mom, and ... and I've loved almost all of them
either last night, this morning, or today after breakfast."

I heard a few soft gasps, but nobody lunged forward to beat me silly, so
I figured I could continue.

"If you need for me to say it, then ... I've undressed all of them,
looked at their beautiful little bodies, and touched, and fondled, and
masss ... masturbated each of them until they got ... until they had
an orgasm or two, and then, this morning and today I ... I, uhhh ... I
made ... I had sex with almost all of them.  But I never forced them,
or tricked them, or hurt them, or made them do anything they didn't want
to.  All of us wanted to play our special secret games, liked to touch
each other and be touched, and had a whole bunch of fun for as long as
we could."

By the time I finished speaking it must have sounded as if I was trying
to blurt it all out before I lost my courage.  But rather than be
slapped silly my Mom tugged me toward her, hugged me again, kissed me on
the lips once, and whispered right into my mouth.

"I'm glad, Kyle.  Your cousins really needed for you to be the one who
showed them how to have pleasure, and what real love is all about.  I
have no doubt whatsoever they were really enjoying it when you ... you
made them feel good."

Aunt Trudy had a look on her face that was similar to the one Jessica
had just before I was asked to have sex with a nine year old.  Aunt
Trudy looked around me, scanned my cousin's faces, and stopped when she
got to Jessica.  The moment the nine year old knew she was the center of
attention she blushed, looked down, and did her best to merge her skin
with mine as if to hide.  I withdrew my right arm from my Mom's grip,
wrapped Jessica up with my free limb, and pulled her a little closer.
A moment later we all heard Aunt Trudy ask Jessica something that nine
year olds are normally chastised about.

"Did it feel good when you and Kyle made love, Jessica?"

She shuddered, waited a few seconds, and then looked up into my eyes as
if she needed me to give her every measure of strength she needed to
answer such a provocative question.  I gave Jessica a little kiss on the
lips, smiled at her, and then whispered.

"You don't have to be afraid to tell the truth, Baby.  Be honest with
Aunt Trudy, and answer any question she or any of the other ladies
have."

Jessica smiled back with trembling lips, kissed me once, held onto my
right arm, and then looked right at Aunt Trudy.

"When me and Cousin Kyle ... fuhh ... "

The instant she was about to use 'that' word she flinched, covered her
mouth, looked down in shame, and appeared as frightened as a newborn
fawn on an interstate highway.

I tilted her head up with my left hand and then spoke in a confident
tone that I never knew could be deep inside me.

"You don't have to use 'that' word, Baby.  You can say 'made love' or
'had sex' instead, okay?"

"Kay."

She gathered her strength once more, sat a little taller, held my right
hand between her chubby thighs as if to gain energy from the tips of my
naughty fingers, and then started again.

"When me and Cousin Kyle made love today it was the most beautiful and
best feeling I ever had in the whole world.  He was super gentle, and
went slow so I wasn't scared, and gave me so many good tingles I can
still feel it between my legs.  He even ... kept doing it with me for a
super long time and kept that really good tingle feeling going inside my
tummy and between my legs for like forever, and when I asked him to slow
down so I didn't faint he did what I asked.  Cousin Kyle is the most
bestest lover in the whole world, and I promised him that he would be
the only boy I ever let do it with me because the feeling was so good I
still wanna do it ... even right now."

Her face was a brilliant vermilion, she was doing her best to keep from
falling over unconscious, and kept trembling as if it was freezing
outside.  The fact that her forehead was covered in beads of sweat
confirmed she wasn't the least bit cold.

The ladies hadn't heard the worst of it, though.

Charlie squirmed her way through the other girls, took up a spot on my
left leg, pulled my left arm around her body, and even placed my left
hand onto the perky little bump inside her t-shirt before she began to
share a secret of her own.

"Mommy ... Cousin Kyle is the bestest and sweetest and most best loving
guy in the whole world, and he likes to give me lots of super good
tingle feelings on my peepee tingle bump with his fingers and even with
his tongue."

A couple of the adult women gasped for a moment, but none of them seemed
so horrified they might start screaming.  Since Charlie wasn't forced
out of my grasp she kept talking.

"Cousin Kyle loves to give me lots of super good tingles as much as I
want, and if I ask him to he's all super nice, and goes nice and slow,
and does lots of neat tickly games even before I ask him if I can give
him a whole bunch of good feelings too."

Aunt Shirley shifted her way forward, sat real close to her daughter,
and whispered to Charlie with her head lower as if to prove she wasn't
going to be angry.

"So, Cousin Kyle doesn't make you do anything you don't wanna, Charlie?"

"Nuh uh!  He asks me if I wanna have lots of good tingles, and he don't
do nothing that's scary or dirty or nasty or nothing like that."

"Tell me honestly, Charlie, does Cousin Kyle ... does he ask you to do
anything to him so he feels good too?"

"I told you, Mommy ... I asked Cousin Kyle if I could give him lots of
good tingle feelings like he gives me.  He didn't ask me to do nothing
like that, cuz he's super nice and don't wanna make me do nothing nasty
or dirty."

"So ... you asked Cousin Kyle if *you* could give him some good feelings
then?"

"Uh huh!  Like that!"

I could see Aunt Shirley's forehead covered in the same sort of sweat
that Jessica had before, and after she wiped her brow the woman sat up
a little bit, looked right at Charlie, and then asked what she must have
been reluctant to find out ... at least at first.

"Did you like giving him those good feelings, Baby?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

"Really, Charlie?  You're telling me the truth?"

"Uh huh!  I ain't lyin', Mommy, cuz you said that telling lies is a bad
thing, and Cousin Kyle wouldn't like it if I said a bad thing neither."

"You're right, Charlie.  Telling lies is bad.  But I need to make sure
of something, Baby.  Please tell me the truth."

"I'll tell you the truth, Mommy."

Aunt Shirley hesitated for a moment, seemed to falter, and lost all of
the confidence she had a minute before.  That's when Aunt Trudy took
over just as she did for my mother.

"Charlie ... I know you're gonna tell the truth, so please tell me what
you did to help Cousin Kyle have some good feelings, Baby."

Charlie giggled, tugged my left hand tight to her little breast,
shuddered when she felt me tweak her left nipple, smiled, and then
shared what normally might get me killed.

"Tee-hee-hee ... me and Patty kissed Cousin Kyle's thing last night all
by ourselves, and pretended it was a candy sucker for like a little
while, and after Cousin Kyle was having a little good feeling I pulled
his thing really close to my peepee hole and asked Cousin Kyle to show
me how it's gonna feel when he's gonna give me lots of babies."

Rather than gasps I heard a few groans from the women in front of me.
Even my mother squirmed around for a moment as if she was feeling
something between her legs, and I could tell by the way her eyes were
half closed that she could probably remember when my Dad did the same
thing to her as a little girl.

Charlie might have said enough, but she apparently needed to share more.

"Today, before I falled down, and Cousin Kyle was helping me go potty in
Grampa and Grandma's potty, he gave me a whole bunch of good tingle
feelings with his tongue, and it felt super good.  After he gave all my
cousins a whole bunch of good tingles too we wanted to help Cousin Kyle
have some good tingles, so I helped him to have some more really good
feelings on his ... thing, and I sucked on it and licked it and kissed
it until I felt a whole bunch of even better tingles on my peepee tingle
bump.  He really liked it a whole bunch, and Patty and Jessica helped
him have the best feeling ever, and he squirted his white stuff that's
not pee into the potty.  Cousin Kyle really liked it when Patty and
Jessica used their hands to give him those good feelings."

Before any of the women could challenge her to confirm if she really did
invite all that sex Charlie kept going.

"After Cousin Kyle catched me and was my hero and everything, I asked
him if nobody could see us in his truck, and he said we were really far
away, so I asked him if I could take all my clothes off so he could give
me some more tingles on my peepee until we got to our house and played
some more neat tingle games."

Aunt Trudy was barely able to speak, but Charlie heard the query.

"What did Cousin Kyle say, Charlie?"

"He said that all of us could take all our clothes off as much as we
wanted, and as soon as I pulled my panties down and tooked my dress off
I put Cousin Kyle's tickle fingers between my legs so he could give me
some more tingles, and he did.  I like it when he gives me lots of good
tingle feelings, Mommy, cuz he's all gentle, and goes slow at the right
time, and knows where to rub my tingle bump just right so I can have
lots and lots and lots of super good tingles.  After he took me to our
house, and after I asked him if he would, he gave me lots of super good
tingles for a super dooper long time with his tongue until I falled
asleep.  After that we played for a little while when I woke up, and
then we went to have our picnic."

Aunt Shirley had to swallow hard before she could speak, but once she
was able to she used a very soft voice to ask her daughter one last
question, and it sounded as if the woman needed to know exactly how her
daughter felt last night when we made love.

"When ... when Cousin Kyle used his ... thing to have some good feelings
did he stop if you were hurting, even a little bit?"

"Uh huh!  He said that if it hurt even a tiny bit, like a little ant
bite, that he wanted me to tell him, and he would stop."

"Did he?"

"Did he what, Mommy?"

"Did Cousin Kyle hurt you ... even a little bit?"

Charlie didn't like where this line of questioning was headed, and she
twisted toward me, wrapped me up in a tight hug around my neck, and
began to whimper into the side of my face.

"You weren't being mean or nothing, Cousin Kyle, and my Mommy don't
believe me."

"It isn't that she doesn't believe you, Charlie.  She just wants to be
sure I didn't hurt you or make you do anything you didn't want to.  Did
I tell you that you're not supposed to let any boys put their hands
inside your panties if you don't want them to?"

"I think so.  You tolded the other girls, and I think you tolded me
too."

"Well, that's what she wants to make sure I didn't do either.  She just
wants to be sure I didn't make you let me push my hand inside your
panties or touch your peepee or make you do anything you didn't want to,
okay?"

"You didn't do none of those things that I didn't like, Cousin Kyle."

"Then, you need to tell your Mommy that."

Charlie turned around to face her mother, and with courage I'd never
seen in the most crazed football player's heart the six year old did her
best to convince her mother that everything we did was consensual.

"Mommy ... Cousin Kyle never made me do nothing I didn't wanna, and he
gave me lots of good tingle feelings in my peepee, and inside my peepee
hole, and on by boobies, and on my mouth, and everywhere.  I love Cousin
Kyle, Mommy, and I want to be his girlfriend forever and ever so he can
always give me lots of good tingle feelings, and so I can give him lots
and lots too, okay?  Please?"

Aunt Shirley lunged forward, practically ripped Charlie out of my grasp,
and hugged the little girl tight enough to cause the first grader to
complain.

"You're holding me too tight, Mommy!"

The other women giggled for a moment, Aunt Shirley reduced the grip she
had of her daughter, but kept cooing and snuggling with her for a
minute.  The woman then smiled, tucked a few of Charlie's longer hairs
behind an ear, and then whispered.

"You and Cousin Kyle can have as many nice tingle feelings as you want,
Charlie, and as long as it feels good, you can keep doing it, okay?"

"Thanks, Mommy!"

For the next twenty minutes the other girls were each asked the same
sort of questions, got similar answers, and eventually the adult women
seemed satisfied.  They looked a lot like Jessica did right after the
nine year old and I had been fucking for a while, and I could tell their
husbands were going to get a real workout after everyone went back to
Grampa and Grandma's.

But it was what I was told as we heard the approaching thunder of
horse's hooves that made me smile.

My Mom was sitting in front of me, the other women were either right
beside or behind her, and all of them were staring into my eyes when my
mother spoke.

"From now on, and until our family reunion is over with, you and your
cousins will be allowed to have as much private fun as you want to,
Kyle.  All we're gonna ask it that you always treat your girls fairly,
gently, with respect, and give them their pleasure before you ask for
yours.  Can you keep doing that for me, please?"

"Sure, Mom.  I know I was a jerk before, and I didn't wanna have
anything to do with my cousins, but I was wrong, and I know that now.
They're the most special little angels in the world to me, I'm gonna
treat them with as much love as I can give, and I'll never make them do
anything they don't want to.  I love them with all my heart, and I'll
protect them from any and every boy who might try to hurt my little
girlfriends."

My Mom's hug ended just as the first horse and rider approached.

"Aren't you done torturing my nephew, Carla?  Good gosh!  Give the poor
guy a break, already!"

"Hold your horses, Steven!"

Everyone burst out laughing a moment later.  Once Grampa climbed off his
horse, Ranger, he walked to Grandma, leaned down, gave her a kiss, and
whispered to her.  She smiled, blushed, he helped her up to her feet,
and she then told us what we were going to be doing next.

"Alright you kids ... help us get this place cleaned up, everything back
into the truck, and put that fire out.  We need to get back to the house
so we can spend a little private time ... so we can visit for a little
while before dinner."

The adults laughed for a moment, but my girls scrambled to their feet so
we could get back to our own house.

An hour later I was driving back down the road from my grandparent's
house and watched through the side of my vision as all my young female
playmates stripped their clothes off again.

The only difference about the second time they climbed onto the bed that
day was who got to have lots of good feelings first.  Jessica seemed
determined to have me last, and by the time she and I were slowly
fucking on the bed, this time with five of her cousins watching, we were
sharing a lovely family reunion that was the best one of my life.

The other girls were so eager after watching Jessica twitch and buck to
all of her good feelings that they begged me to give them what my nine
year old cousin got.

By the time I was coaxing my girls back into the truck so we could go
eat a late dinner each and every one of them had enjoyed a long, slow,
and gentle round of fucking, and wanted more than I could offer.

I'd be able to, but I was going to have to pace myself.  After all, it
was only the second day of our family reunion, and I would only find out
the day before we were supposed to leave that me and the girls were
going to be able to stay all summer.  That was one Hell of a nice family
reunion that year.

What nobody would ever find out was the kind of relationship I had with
my cousins, and because I wasn't a blood relative to any of them I was
going to get to marry any one of them when I was old enough, even
Charlie if she and I wanted to be husband and wife.

For me to move to Grampa and Grandma's ranch and have six much younger
wives a few years later, so I could help run the operation, meant our
family reunion would last for the rest of our lives.  Every night one or
all of my girls needed to have some good tingles, and I was sure to give
them as many as they craved.

If I didn't have any sons I was going to be in real trouble.

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