extrem incest

I hope you enjoy my story…

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My father is the eldest of several children, born in rural south Georgia to a farmer father and nurse mother. There were 7 kids, 3 sons, 4 daughters. The age difference between my dad and his youngest sister, who shall be called “Alice” for the purposes of this story, was 9 years. Alice had a daughter about two weeks before I was born, I’ll call her “Lynn”. (If you haven’t figured it out, I am trying to protect their identities. Anyone who knows me could figure out which aunt and cousin I am referring to….)

My father left home at a young age to join the military, and ended up making a career of it. So, during most of my younger childhood, we lived in places far away from his family, so I only got to see aunts, uncles and cousins on rare occassions. The first time I met Lynn, we were maybe 7 or 8, and we hit it off instantly, being the only cousins that age, most of the others being younger, and a few older. From then on, I would look forward to seeing her, since we were the same age and liked the same things.

A few years later, my father got stationed closer to his family than we ever had been. It was only an hour to my grandparents house from ours, and we started to visit much more often. My aunt Alice wasn’t married, and she and Lynn lived within sight of my grandparents farmhouse, which obviously was out in the middle of nowhere. Whenever we would visit, weekends, Thanksgiving, Lynn and I were together, and since we were both just getting to the age where interest in the opposite sex develops, we quickly found ourselves smitten with each other. We were leaving each other little love notes, hidden in never-opened books in my grandmother’s bookcase, and looking forward to every chance we had to be togther. We even exchanged school pictures with each other, with each of us telling our school friends that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. As smitten as we both were, however, we hadn’t done more than hold hands when no one was looking. Neither of us had as much as kissed anyone yet, and neither of us knew what to do.

That first summer that we lived so close, I wanted to spend in Georgia. My dad relented, talking my mom into allowing me to work in the tabacco field belonging to my grandmother’s brother-in-law. He told her it would be good for me, so she agreed. My grandmother and grandfather were happy to let me stay for the summer, and Lynn and I were beside ourselves. Her mom would be working, and my grandmother would be watching her during the day. We were giddy!

As it turned out, I only worked a day or two each week, even less if there were thunderstorms, as there often are in south Georgia in the summer, so Lynn and I were spending alot of time together. We were over 5 miles from town, so we spent our days together fishing, chasing goats and pigs, innocent kid stuff. But that was about to change.

One day, Alice stopped on her way to work to tell Granny that Lynn wasn’t feeling well, and had stayed in bed at home. Their house was literally walking distance, so Alice had left her there, asking Granny to check in on her. I had already worked the previous two days, and wouldn’t be cropping that day, so I offered to walk up and check on Lynn shortly after her mom left Granny’s for work. Granny agreed, and I headed up there. As I got closer to her house, I saw Lynn peek out of her mom’s bedroom window, and smile when she saw me walking that way. By the time I got to the front door, she was waiting.

She was dressed, which surprised me since she was supposed to be ill, but she was wearing these jeans she had that had little hearts on the back pockets, which I loved, since she had a sweet little ass. I had found myself getting hard looking at her behind more than once. While she was two weeks older than I, I was more developed for our age. I was shaving already, twice a week or so, and had body hair, including around my cock. She had a killer ass, but no breasts at all yet. That was fine with me, since I liked looking at her butt anyway.

Her cheeks were flushed, but she was beaming, grinning from ear to ear. She said “Oh my GOD, David…you won’t believe what I found!” With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her mom’s bedroom. When we got in the door, I could see what she was talking about…Aunt Alice had quite the collection of porn. This was in the days before VHS, mind you, but she had several of those glossy paged magazines with hardcore pics in it of trashy looking women getting fucked, cumshots galore. What had gotten Lynn’s attention, though, were the softcover books she had. The kind without pictures, they looked like dime store novels, but were hardcore sex stories. These, however, all had a common theme; incest.

Lynn had them all spread out in front of her, she was excitedly showing them to me, giggling like she was half her age. I said, “when did you find these?”

“Just yesterday,” she answered. “I took this one to my room to read.” She held up the little novel with the title “Brotherly Love”. She said “in this one, this brother and sister DO IT!” Then she giggled excitedly. “Can I ask you something?” Suddenly she was all serious. “Do you touch yourself?”

I blushed, I can remember today how embarrassed I felt, like she already knew. The truth was I had just realized that I could ejaculate, and had been pouring load after load onto my belly every night, wishing I was doing it in or on Lynn. I had been fanasizing sexually about her for months, dreaming that there was some way she was doing the same. “Ummm…yeah, I guess,” was my reply. “I guess everyone does.”

Now it was her turn to blush. She looked down at the floor, “yeah, me too. This book made me really have to, you know?” She looked up at me, trying to gauge my reaction. I was looking at her, suddenly no longer as embarrassed as I was excited. Excited at the thought that she had been touching herself, maybe recently. I had some knowledge of sex, having been introduced to some play by an open minded teenaged babysitter when I was much younger. Even when she wouldn’t show me herself or have me suckle her, I would sneak and watch her fuck her boyfriend on my parent’s bed when she was suppsoed to be watching my sister and I. And my dad had a stash of porn to rival Larry Flynt’s very own, and I had spent some time studying that.

I wanted so bad to touch Lynn right then, but was paralyzed by the fear that she wouldn’t like it or would tell. Thankfully, she was bolder than I. “David,” she said, sounding suddenly authoritative, “we like each other, more than cousins, we both said it. So I want to know something.” She looked directly at me, “do you ever think about me when you touch it?” I was stunned, despite this being the very opening I had been yearning for. I blushed again.

“Well,” I started. “You know…I…Uh…” I stammered.
“You DO,” exclaimed. “I KNEW it!”

She jumped into my arms, pressing herself into me. I hugged her close, hoping she wouldn’t notice that I was hard. She broke her hug and was inches from my face. “Have you ever kissed a girl,” she asked, looking from my eyes to my lips. “Real kissing, I mean?”

I couldn’t break her gaze. “No. But I want to kiss you.” We looked into each other’s eyes a second more, and BAM! We pressed our young mouths together, not knowing how, but trying hard. I opened my mouth a little, having seen my dad do this to my mom, and slipped my tongue out, passing her lips and hitting her clenched teeth. She giggled a little, and parted them, and her tongue found mine. I giggled too, excited and somewhat enbarrassed that I didn’t know what I was doing, but our giggles soon subsided, and we were full on making out.

I laid back against the side of her mom’s bed, pulling her to me I kissed her. I didn’t know about kissing her neck, shoulders, I just kept my mouth locked on hers. She climbed into my lap, staddling me, which made my young cock ache like it never had. I grabbed her tiny tits through her shirt with both hands, and she responded by pulling her shirt off completely and almost ripping her training bra completely off. She looked at me, topless, grinning. “Well,” she asked, smiling. I was mesmerized by her hard pink nipples, looking at them I muttered “can I suck ‘em?”

She giggled, then covered them. “No, dummy. Take YOUR shirt off too.” I was confused a second, then got what she meant. In a flash my shirt was off, and she uncovered her budding breasts and grabbed my head and pulled me to her. I opened my mouth and hungrily sucked her nipple in. She gasped, and tried to push me off. I stayed locked on, having learned from that sitter that sucking and flicking my tongue was what “big girls” liked. Lynn pushed at me, grunting for me to stop, and suddenly decided that I was on the right track. She threw her head back and let out a long sigh and shuddered all over. Looking back I wonder if she had cum, but at the moment I was too excited to ponder it.

I stopped suckling her to move my attention back to her pretty face. I kissed her again, not so urgently this time, and pulled her body into mine. I slid my hands down her back to cup her ass, as best I could in the position we were in. I whispered into her ear as she clutched me, “Your butt is soooo nice…..mmmmm.”

She suddenly stood up and reached down for my hand. I let her help me up, and she led me to the living room. I noticed then that it had started storming. Lynn, always the wiser of the two of us said “we should do this out here, so we can see if Granny walks over.” She decided, in fact, to call down and tell Granny that we were both inside, not out in the storm, and that yes, she felt better, and we would come eat dinner (the south Georgia word for “lunch”) when the rain stopped. I was surprised at her forethought in keeping suspicion down. All the while chatting with our grandmother on the phone, she stood there, her barely-there tits exposed to my gaze, her pert ass poking out at me, almost teasingly, from her skin tight JTF jeans (any 70’s kids reading this?) and I became aware for the first time that I wanted to fuck her. I had lusted for her, had jacked off over her, but suddenly it all became clear to me, and I looked at her differently from then on. This was going to be my first fuck, I could feel it. My nervousness was gone, and replaced by burning desire. She could feel it, because as she stood there, the extra long kitchen phone cord wrapped around her naked torso, she turned to look at me, and made a little kissing motion at me, and began unbuttoning her jeans. She kept looking at me while she muttered “yes, ma’am” into the phone, unzipping them, then finally pushing them down over that round ass, all the way to the floor.

********I’m sorry I am running long. I will finish in a bit!*******

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