My true first sexual experience was with my cousin, we had played around for years pretending to hump through our close. She would pretend to fight me off so I would stop, later she would come back by with shorts on and I would go after her again. One night I went over to their home which was next door a few houses. It was late and she was the only one up, I began caressing her legs and breast. We later got under the covers as it was winter and very cold. It was so cold the warmth of our bodies felt good, knowing this I knew she would not want me to stop this time. She laid flat and I jump on her entire body with mine. Before she knew it I had her shorts off and was attempting to spread her legs which she held tight together to my surprise her pussy began to drip fluid at the touch of my cock on her cunt. I went right in and she spread her legs and met me with a rocking motion taking every thrust with her own hips coming up to take me in. She attempted to push me off and I realized this was the way she wanted it, so I played along telling her I was sorry but she was so beautiful I could not resist her and that I wanted her for years. I could feel her hips thrust even faster and deeper with each movement. I cupped her ass cheeks so tightly and felt every inch of my solid hard pulsating cock split those tender pink lips of hers. I lost my train of thought as to be dominating her and said, I know you like this and I love you. In an instant she realized this was no longer a fantasy and she stopped just as I came while I pulled out and squirted all over her pussy lips. We layed there feeling the warmth of each others body for a while. I then cleaned us both up and left into the cold and back to my house. In the morning we avoided each other,I think we both felt guilty for what happened. A year later it happened again in the day time but I was so afraid of one of our parents coming home I could not cum, I had to go to the restroom and finish. We have never spoken of it since. Over the years I noticed when we would get close emotionally or with simple kind acts we would both stop and become guarded as if we could not go to far. The act was wonderful but our distancing from each other was something that has always bothered me. The sad thing is I did and do love her. It’s been 30 years now and I long to be close to her, not sexually but as the girl who suffered through the same childhood beatings and mistreatment from our parents. Its sad but I know it was perhaps the only physical affection we ever got as kids.
