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The Chrysalis

I felt really great. My last exam was over and there was just a week to go to the summer holidays: 7 weeks of total freedom, and the ‘Pissers Club’ could get going again. Exams were finished so we would be spending the last week doing silly things like playing music and games. My brother Hugh was going off to stay three weeks with a cousin in the Highlands of Scotland, as he wanted to do some hill-climbing and walking on the moors, so I would have our room to myself. I was also looking forwards to spending some time alone with Jan, who lived opposite us and was 15 like me. I’d managed to give her a kiss a few weeks ago and was hoping to get the chance to touch her breasts.

I stepped off the bus and slowly walked towards our house. Jan was on the other pavement, her pleated skirt swinging from side to side, and I felt my penis getting hard so I ran home and was about to go to the bathroom when I heard my mum shout.

“John, is that you?

“Yes, mum. I just need to go to the loo.”

I quickly entered the toilet and moved the curtain aside. Jan was talking to a friend and the sight of her skirt made me get out my cock. I hoped she wouldn’t go away before I’d reached orgasm. All I could imagine was lifting up that lovely grey skirt and stuffing my penis into her. I suddenly gasped and began to come, alternately looking at the young woman and the semen that was pumping out of me in her honour. I cleaned myself up, got back my breath and walked through to the sitting room.

“Well, how did the exam go?”

“No trouble,” I answered.

“John. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Shit! What had I done wrong? There was nothing obvious so I didn’t know what she had found out. I waited in horror, wondering what my punishment would be.

“It’s your Aunt Alice….”

I now knew I had done nothing wrong and was immediately relieved.

“……has to go into hospital and she asked if we could look after her your cousin for a few days.”

“Sandra?” I asked.

“Yes. I know you don’t like her but she doesn’t have any other option.”

My relief turned into the deepest despair you could ever imagine. If there was one girl I never ever wanted to see in me life it was Sandra. She was Violet Elizabeth from Just William but ten times worse. I hadn’t seen her for 4 years but she had made my life a total misery. This horrid little brat with braces on her teeth and pigtails had split my eardrums with her screams, telling her mother how I was mistreating her. I stopped accompanying my mum when she went to see her sister and when I knew they were coming to visit I kept well out of the way.

I knew that Hugh would be away for 3 weeks but the knowledge that we had only two bedrooms and I would probably have to sleep on the settee did not fill me with joy: my brother and I shared a room and had bunk beds.

“Look, don’t worry,” said my mum. “I know she’s not your favourite person but you can take Hugh’s bunk and she can sleep down below in yours. It’s only for a few days.”

I agreed that if it was only for a short time and I could have a proper bed then it would be OK. The week went past quickly as we had no real work at school and were just having fun. At last Friday came and the year was over. By then I’d totally forgotten that the brat was coming over and my mum had said no more about it.

Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner when the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that, John? I’m busy.”

I walked to the front door and opened it. At that moment time stopped. I looked at the girl standing there. She must have been about the same age as me, long, smooth, shiny, auburn hair, brown piercing eyes, the most beautiful face you could ever imagine and then think even more beautiful, medium but firm breasts that proudly pushed out her blouse, and narrow hips that held a skirt that came down halfway to her knees. I’d never seen her before and wondered if she was a new arrival in the area. If so, next school year she would probably be in the same year as me. If so I needed to get in there before the other guys saw her.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hello,” I replied, “can I help you?”

“You must be John. I’m Sandra.”

I stood there in amazement. This couldn’t be happening to me. I found myself lusting over the little shit that had made my life a misery only four years before. I must have made a bad effort of hiding my reaction as I stared at her gorgeous breasts, mouth wide open.

“You probably don’t recognise me. I’ve grown up since the last time you saw me. May I come in?”

This brought me back to reality and I stepped aside. She bent over to pick up a suitcase which had been hidden from my view.

“Oh please,” I said, almost gasping,” Let me take that,” and I let her pass and picked up the case.

“Sandra’s here,” I shouted to mum and she came through and hugged her.

I could now see Sandra from behind for the first time. Now at school I’d seen girls with all sorts of legs. There were those who looked nice but their legs were too fat, those who still had puppy fat, those who had great legs but who otherwise did nothing for me. When I saw Sandra hugging my mum I just knew I was in heaven and I never wanted to wake up again. I took her suitcase through to my room, telling myself that if she was still the brat I had known before I would kill myself. The ugly duckling had turned into the most beautiful swan one could ever imagine.

We sat down to dinner and she and mum spoke a lot about what had happened in the last couple of years, something I had deliberately cut myself off from. I couldn’t take my eyes off her but every so often she would turn her head and smile at me and I had to turn away.

The most difficult moment of the evening arrived when it came time for bed. It had been arranged that she should take my lower bunk and that I should sleep in Hugh’s top bunk. I left her in the bedroom to get undressed while I put on my pyjamas in the bathroom. I gave her plenty of time and then walked in, my left hand behind me holding the knob of my penis so it wouldn’t shoot out in front of her. She was already in bed and I climbed the ladder up to the top bunk. She asked me if I wanted to leave the light on to read or if I wanted to go to sleep. I knew I couldn’t concentrate on reading but at the same time I knew I couldn’t go to sleep knowing that she was in the bed just a few feet from me. I told her to turn out the light. My penis was harder than it had ever been and I lay there, listening to her breathing, until I thought she was asleep. After another 10 minutes I put my hand on my erection and started to pull back very slowly, trying not to make any noise. I tried to think of Jan but my mind kept dragging me back to Sandra’s incredible body. This had been going on for several minutes and I was feeling good when I heard Sandra’s voice.

“What are you doing, John?”

“Shhhh,” I replied, not wanting to waken mum with our talking.

I slipped out of bed and carefully climbed down the ladder, trying to make no noise. I sat on the lower bunk beside Sandra so we could whisper to each other.

“What were you doing?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Look, the bed was shaking from side to side. You must have been doing something.”

“It was a boy’s thing,” and left it at that.

“Were you thinking about me?” she then asked.

“And why would I be doing that?” I replied

“Usually when a boy wanks he thinks about getting between a girl’s legs and sticking his cock into her.”

Fortunately the light was out or otherwise she would have seen my face go red.

“I’m sorry. I seem to have given you a problem that I need to sort out.”+

I didn’t have time to reply before I felt her hand wrap itself round my penis and then moments later it was joined by her mouth and tongue. Her other hand soon joined in the action juggling with my balls. Then she stopped for a moment and spoke.

“You can play with my tits if you want.”

She went back to sucking my cock and I put a hand out towards her. The top of her nightdress was folded down to her waist and her breasts were naked. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl’s breast and at first it was exciting, but as her hand and tongue carried on caressing and sucking my penis I began to imagine what it would like between her legs. I took my hand from her tit and slid it under the bed clothes towards the promised land. However, when she felt my hand on the inside of her leg she pulled it away and sucked harder. I could take no more and jet after jet of warm, sticky cum shot into her mouth. I collapsed across her and lay for what seemed an eternity. When I eventually rose I bent forwards and kissed her.

“I’m sorry, John,” she whispered. “I can’t for the moment but I’ll make it up to you soon.”

I quietly crept back up the ladder and soon fell asleep, happier than I had ever been.

The next morning we had breakfast and mum asked us if we would like to go shopping. Now shopping is generally one of my pet hates but because Sandra wanted to go I agreed to accompany her. Mum looked at me in amazement.

“Well,” I said,” I’ve nothing better to do today.”

That night was a repetition of the previous one so I asked her what was wrong.

“It’s a woman’s thing. It’s nasty and men don’t like it. That’s all you need to know.”

I took her in my arms and hugged her.”

“Sandra, until yesterday I think you were the person I hated most in the world; now I love you. If it’s something that makes you feel bad I’d like to know about it so I can make you feel better.”

She told me she was having a period but it would be gone in a couple of days. I’d seen tampons and towels on the shelf in the supermarket but this brought it home to me that this was something real and that lots of men found their woman untouchable. After she’d sucked me off I slid into bed with her and held her tight in my arms telling her how much I loved her.

Sunday was a day of rest and we spent in front of the TV. When there was nothing decent to watch we watched a DVD, each of us having our choice in turn but agreeing that we would all watch through to the end no matter how bad we thought it was. I chose “The Matrix’, one of my favourite films of all time. Mum just couldn’t get her head round the story but, as agreed, sat through to the end.

“I love that film,” whispered Sandra. “Keanu Reaves is just so gorgeous and I bet you’d like to shag Carrie-Anne Moss.”

I had to admit to myself that one of the main reasons I had always loved that film was seeing C-A M dressed in black leather but now there was much better sitting next to me.

That night as we lay together she whispered to me

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

The only problem was that the next morning was the first meeting of the ‘Pissers Club’. I wanted nothing more than to be with Sandra but she was only going to be there for another week or so But the others were my best friends and we would be spending the rest of the summer together. Absence from meetings meant lack of points and that counted a lot. Sandra asked if she could come with me but I told her it wasn’t possible. Asked why it was called the ‘Pisser’s Club’ I explained that when anyone wanted to pee they had to do it in a bucket in front of everyone else. It was boys only; no girls allowed.

She was so insistent I gave up on her. I let her follow me to the gang hut knowing full well that the others would kick her out and she would have to find something to do on her own. As I opened the door of the gang hut the others began to say “hi”, but when she followed me in there was sudden silence. She looked round.

“What the fuck is she doing here. You know there are no girls allowed in…….”began Douglas , the eldest of our group, aged 16. He never got to the end of his sentence as by this time Sandra had unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them and her pants down. There was total silence, eyes and mouths wide open as she squatted over the bucket and started peeing into it. I was just as amazed as the others but lucid enough to tell myself that the ‘Pissers Club’ would never be the same again.

She took a tissue from her pocket and wiped herself. She stood up and pulled up her pants and jeans.

“Well I suppose I’ll see you later, John.” she said as she turned to leave.

There was such a clamour of voices that I don’t know who it was who said she should stay but stay she did.

“Well guys,” she said looking round, “I don’t know what you do here but how about playing doctors?” There was a table in the hut and she approached it , taking off her shoes, pants and jeans, laying back on it with her feet on the table, her knees in the air and her legs spread as far as possible.

“So who’s going to check me over?”

The gang consisted of 5 members, Douglas who was 16, Paul and I who were 15, and David and Gordon who were 14. We sank to our knees as one, looking at this incredible sight. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Paul, who had tried to rape Jan when she was 14, tried to get his nob into Sandra but she inadvertently came to her own rescue.

“John,” she said. “Will you do what you did to me last night?”

“What?” I asked, trying to work out what special thing I had done to her.
“Stick your cock into me and fuck me like you did last night.”

I was totally lost, my head was spinning. We all knew that in spite of the stories we had told each other none of us had the slightest experience with a girl apart from maybe seeing a pair of knickers. Now, however, she was telling everyone that not only was she going to let me fuck her but it would not be the first time. With one simple sentence she had changed the way my friends would look at me in the future. My hands were trembling but nobody noticed as they were all too interested in her pussy. She opened herself with one hand and guided me into her with the other. As the head of my cock disappeared inside her the others gave a gasp and I slowly slid forward. I was surprised how easily it slid into her warm wet hole and it felt better than I could ever have imagined but better was to come. I had no idea how much of my cock she could actually take inside her so I kept on pushing until I hit her cervix and she gave a little wince of pain. She had almost my whole length inside her and as I began to pull out I felt her pussy muscles tighten and grip on to my cock. Each time before I almost pulled out she released me and let me slide easily back into her. My rhythm increased and I looked for other things to do. I slid my hand under her sweater and discovered she was braless so I lifted it and gave the guys the spectacle of me squeezing her tits. I’d masturbated a lot since reaching puberty so I knew I would not come immediately but the realisation that this was my first time became too much for me and I began to reach my peak. The guys, by now, were beginning to wonder how this was going to end as I was not wearing a condom: would I pull out or would I shoot my load inside her. As my breathing got heavier so did hers and she was moaning with each thrust and as I went over the top she gave a yell I stood there, hands on the table to keep me upright, my cum jetting out of my cock into her pussy, while she lay trembling, her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing my penis in time with my own waves of pleasure. I pulled out and stepped back and was almost crushed in the stampede to watch her pussy closing up. There was total silence as I pulled up my pants and trousers though heads and eyes followed every movement as Sandra got up to put on her pants, jeans and shoes.

“Oh, John,” she gasped, “that was even better than last night.”

The guys were in total shock : this was the ‘Pissers Club’ and nothing more erotic than watching a boy peeing in a bucket was ever supposed to happen here. Time had flown by quickly and it was now nearly lunchtime so everyone went home though not before she shouted to them

“How about some other girls this afternoon?”

We walked home and she held my hand. I kept telling myself this could not be happening, this could not be the horrid little monster who had tormented my life 4 years ago. Soon, however, I was telling myself that it wasn’t Sandra at 11 I was hating but myself for missing the chance to see her grow up into the beautiful woman she was now. I also realised at this moment that none of the others, who had all met the brat, had recognised her or asked me who she was.

“Did you see their faces? Why did you tell them we did it last night?”

“I know what it’s like for boys. You tell each other about what you’ve done with girls while, in actual fact, none of you has ever done anything. Let’s say it was my present to you.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I really liked the fake orgasm at the end. That really blew them away.”

“What makes you think it was fake?” she answered as we arrived at the front door. Before we went in I turned to her, put my arms around her and gave her a big kiss.

Mum asked how the morning had gone and I cringed when Sandra told her I had taken her to the gang hut.

“Oh, you didn’t John?” she said to me, somewhat peeved. “You keep telling me how it’s boys only. I suppose they made you wait outside while they went through all their stupid rituals?”

“Oh no,” she answered. “ They seem really nice and I think I may have changed their ideas about certain things.”

Mum looked at me with an inquisitive look on her face. I shrugged my shoulders.

“She can be very persuasive when she wants, Mum.”

That afternoon we headed back to the gang hut but Sandra, asling me when the others would probably arrive, made me hold back.

“I think we should give them 10 or 15 minutes to settle in before we arrive,” she said.

As we stepped in I found, to my amazement, that in addition to the four guys there were also three girls; Jan, who was David’s sister, Douglas’s sister Helen, who was also 15, and Barbara, 16, the elder sister of a friend in my year at school. She was more persuasive than even I had thought.

Sandra said she wanted to have a talk with the other girls and took them outside. We could now start talking amongst men.

“Where did you pick that one up?” asked Douglas. “I’ve never seen anyone as hot as her in my life.”

I now knew the fun moment was about to arrive and I picked my words carefully.

“You all remember the brat? Made my life hell.”

“God! Who could forget her? All screams and pigtails,” replied Paul. Everyone laughed.

“Is that her sister or something?” asked Douglas.

“No.” I replied. “Not her sister and not something.”

I looked round the group and saw a look of shock and astonishment slowly appear on their faces. Douglas was the first to react.

“So she’s………?”

“Yes,” I replied, cutting him off in mid sentence.

“And you’re…….?” began Paul.

“Yes,” I answered once again, interrupting as before. “Look, guys. I can’t get my head round this any more than you can. I haven’t seen her for 4 years and I nearly threw a wobbly when mum said she was coming to stay. She arrived on Friday and that night she was sucking my cock.”

“And now you’re fucking her,” put in Paul.

“No I’m not,” I said, “That’s the thing. I think I love her. It’s not just about sticking my cock into her.”

“Shit! You’ve got it really bad,” said Paul. I thought at first he was taking the piss but then realised from his tone of voice that he would love to find himself in the same situation.

At that moment the door opened and Sandra walked in followed by the others.

“We’re sorry, Sandra. We didn’t recognise you earlier. You used to be……” Douglas was cut off when she cut in.”

“All screams and pigtails. Yes I know but I’ve grown up now. But, since we’re all friends now we can forget about the past. What matters now is present and the future.”

I couldn’t believe how mature she had become in such a short time and decided I had to get to know more about her.

“Now,” she exclaimed. “This is the Pissers Club so who needs to piss?” She looked round at all of us. None of us seemed very sure about peeing in front of these girls. Eventually Douglas spoke up.

“I suppose I could do with a wee,” he said, somewhat sheepishly, but as he rose to move over to the bucket Sandra stopped him, dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans.

“I think we can do better than an old tin bucket,” she said and started sucking his cock.

“Come on,” she told him after several seconds. “I thought you said you needed to pee.”

He now understood what she wanted and I looked on in amazement as she held his cock a few inches from her mouth and began to swallow the stream of golden liquid which was coming from the end of his penis. When he had finished and she had licked up the last few drops she looked up and said

“Now let’s see what there is for afters.”

She was rubbing his now-erect penis and was running her lips and tongue around the tip as she had done with me the past few nights. This seemed to be a call-sign to the others as Helen knelt down in front of Gordon, Barbara took Paul, and Jan took her brother’s cock in her mouth. I stood looking at what was going on around me and told myself that this was the end of the club as we knew it. It would never be the same again……..fortunately.

When all four guys were emptied of their sperm we sat down.

“Last year when I was still a virgin,” began Sandra, “I decided i didn’t want my hymen broken by some young nerd of a boy who hadn’t a clue what he was doing so I took matters into my own hands. I opened myself up using a candle. I’ve spoken to the girls here and they want to do the same. It won’t stop them being virgins but it means the first time they make love it won’t be painful.”

She stood up and picked up a bag she had brought with her. The object she picked out brought gasps from everyone, male and female, including myself. It was the first time we had ever set eyes on an artificial cock, a Dildo. One by one the girls lay on the table in front of us and Sandra explained how to position the toy and how to thrust it in quickly. It was like going into a swimming pool she said. If you climb down the ladder slowly you feel the cold move up your body until it becomes unbearable whereas if you dive in it is over in a flash.

She had previously asked David to get a basinful of warm water and a face cloth so when Barbara pushed the object into herself with a scream she waited a few minutes and then wiped round her pussy to clear away the blood. Helen was next, but she asked if her brother could leave as she didn’t want him to see what was happening to her. He left the hut, but I knew there was a crack in the wall so I was sure he would be watching. When it came to Jan’s turn she surprised us all by telling us that she wanted her brother to shove it into her. She said he was the best brother in the world and ever since, as kids, they had taken baths together and she had played with his cock, she wondered what it would be like having him inside her. When the deed was done she stretched up her arms, pulled him down to her and kissed him on the lips.

Sandra now turned her attention to the boys.

“Right guys. These three aren’t on the pill so they can get pregnant You have to take responsibility for your actions. Don’t think it’s always up to the girl to take care. If you’re not sure then use a condom. The five or six days after her period it should be OK. The eight or nine days before her period should not be a problem but in between you’re playing with fire. Jan and Helen are all right for the moment but Barbara is on the point of ovulating so she can’t have sex.”

I looked round at the others. Nobody could take their eyes off her. She had just taught us more in the last hour than we had ever learnt in all the sex education classes we had ever had in school. As we left the hut Gordon asked someone to kick him.

“I want to find out if today has just been a dream,” but he was soon regretting his words when Paul gave him a hefty boot on the backside which caused him to scream and limp all the way home. I didn’t ask too much of Sandra during our short walk as I realised the subject was far too complicated to be discussed in a couple of minutes so I decided to leave it until we were in bed that night.

Things were still awkward at home as I wanted to tell mum that I loved Sandra but nothing changed the fact that she was still my cousin and having sex with her would seem wrong.

That evening, with nothing much on TV, we decided to watch another DVD. Mum looked at us but I left the choice to Sandra, hoping she wouldn’t pick one of mum’s soppy love films but she surprised me when she put on ‘Demolition Man’, one of my favourite films.

By the end mum had fallen asleep and I asked Sandra if she had a thing about Stallone.

“Oh, no,” she replied, “but I was sure you had a thing for Sandra Bullock, especially the bit at the end about mixing body fluids.”

This got me really hard and I went off to the bedroom while Sandra woke up mum and told her it was bedtime.

I didn’t bother getting into the top bunk though I was wearing pyjamas for the sake of expediency. We made love and I then decided to ask her about the sex lecture and all the rest.

“Maybe you don’t know,” she began “but my mum’s a sexologist. She gives advice to people who have problems with their sex life. Last year she asked me to have a chat with her and she told me she knew I would soon be wanting to go out with boys, but all they would be looking for was having sex with me. She decided to put me in the picture so I could make my own decisions and arranged to have me put on the pill. Usually when I get a new boyfriend she invites him home and gives him a lecture before he can touch me.”

“Have you had many boyfriends?” I asked.

“A few. Not many stayed after mum told them about female sexuality. I think it frightened them off. You’re the first I’ve ever had sex with who hasn’t had one of mum’s lectures.”

“So how many boys have you had sex with?”

“Is that including you?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“Whichever you wish.”

“Just one,” she whispered.

“Is that including me or not?” I replied.

“Just one.”

I couldn’t believe what she had just told me.

“Why me?” I asked.

“I didn’t really want to come. I knew you hated me but mum insisted. She told me to look at you, see how you reacted to me. I saw you look at my breasts when I arrived and I thought you were just like the rest. You’re not the first one I’ve sucked off or who’s squeezed my tits. I think it was the way you stroked my hair. It was so gentle. When we watched ‘The Matrix’ I just knew that you had the hots for Carrie-Anne Moss. Most men do, that’s why they watch the film. She is just incredibly beautiful in that film but you kept looking at me. I just needed it to be special. Knowing that someone who hated me and had done everything to avoid me for the past four years found me special enough to look at me instead of a beautiful woman on the screen made up my mind for me.”

I rolled on top of her.

“Let’s do the thing about mixing body fluids”

The next morning I woke to find that Sandra was already taking a shower. I went downstairs to breakfast and found mum sitting at the table. I poured out a bowl of cereal, sat down and was about to start eating when mum spoke.

“So how are things with Sandra?” she asked.

“OK,” I replied.

“You still don’t like her, do you?”

I felt my face go red and said nothing. It was far more able to express my feelings than my voice ever could.

“Don’t worry, John. I know what’s going on between the two of you. It was your Aunt Alice who suggested that it would be good experience for both of you. I’ve heard you the past few nights. If you need to sleep together just do it, don’t try to hide it. Even though she’s your cousin she’s a beautiful young woman and you would be silly to miss out on the experience.”

“The problem, mum, is that I love her. From the first minute I saw her when she arrived I knew that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.”

“You’ll soon get over her. You just want to have sex with her and by the end of the week she’ll have gone home and you’ll find somebody else.”

At that moment Sandra walked in and our discussion came to an end. We headed up to the gang hut but my heart was no longer in it. If my mum was against a continuing relationship then so would be Sandra’s mum. They would do everything they could to ensure that our relationship would end.

Jan and David didn’t come that morning and we later discovered that their mum had gone out and they spent the morning in bed, David shooting 3 loads of sperm into his sister’s cunt.

Though I slept with Sandra until the weekend there was no more passion in our lovemaking, or fucking as it soon became. I just shot off my load as soon as I could and turned round to fall asleep.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me, realising the coldness that was building up inside me.

“When you go home it’s finished between us. My mum told me so and your mum will tell you the same thing when you get home. We’re cousins and things like this aren’t supposed to happen between cousins.”

She tried to put her arms around me but I shrugged them off and fell asleep. The last night of her stay I climbed up into the top bunk. I heard her crying below me but remained where I was. There was no point torturing ourselves more than necessary.

When the taxi came the next day I played the part of the dutiful son and carried her case out. Just before she stepped inside she put her arms around my neck and put her head forward to kiss me but at the last moment I pulled my head aside and merely kissed her on the cheek.

“Goodbye, Aunt Betty. Bye, John,” she said but I turned and went back into the house.

Shit, I told myself. I never asked for this. She was just the little brat I never wanted to see again. I would have been happy to leave it at that but then Mum and her sister had to play at being the sorcerer’s apprentices and fuck up my life before telling me they were sorry but they had made a mistake.

The next morning I went to the gang hut without much enthusiasm but I didn’t have much else to do and I didn’t want to watch any films with lovely women as they would just bring back bad memories. I found Jan. She told me it was great with David but she wanted to try it with somebody else. I stuck my cock up her but after 20 minutes of pumping she asked me to pull out.

“Shit”, she said,” I thought you liked me. You spend enough time at the bathroom window looking at me.”

I apologized, telling her it was me who had the problem. I wanted nothing more than to make love to her but at the moment I just couldn’t.

I suddenly found myself in the position of those who are unemployed, spending day after day in front of the TV watching endless discussion and games shows because they can’t be bothered doing anything else. Mum told me I should get myself together and do something useful but I just couldn’t be bothered.

Hugh returned from his outdoor activities and the first evening as we lay in bed he began to talk about Sandra.

“So, what do you think of the little brat? She’s changed a bit since you last saw her.” He had often accompanied mum when she visited Aunt Alice.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” I replied.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought you would have been well taken with a beautiful girl like her. Still the brat, is she?”

“No she’s not but I just want to forget her.”

Almost a month after Sandra left there was a phone call one morning which I refused to answer, pissing mum off because she was busy at the time. She spoke for several minutes and then shouted to me.

“John, come through. Somebody wants to talk to you!”

I walked through unenthusiastically and took the phone.

“Hello, John. It’s Aunt Alice.”

“Oh, hi,” I said.

“Sandra was wondering if you could come and spend a week with us.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I replied. I had just begun to get over her and the last thing I needed was to have memories stirred up.

“She’ll be most upset if you don’t. It may be last chance you ever get to see her.”

Bad thoughts immediately ran through my head. Was she ill? Was she going to die? I might never see her again, this beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in my life and left just as suddenly. I thought for a few seconds and answered.

“OK. When do you want me to come.”

“Why don’t you come across this afternoon?”

It meant a lengthy bus trip across town but I threw a few things into a bag and set off. When I arrived at the house Aunt Alice opened and showed me through to the sitting room. I was disappointed to find that Sandra wasn’t present.

“Well, John. We haven’t seen you here for a very long time. I don’t know if you know but Sandra will be 16 in a few days time………”

Shit, I told myself. Not only have they fucked up my life but just as I was getting over it they stir it up again for a birthday party.

“………and I know you will be 16 in a few weeks time…….”

Fuck. It pissed me off to discover that the brat that I had hated all those years ago was actually older than me.

“……….and Sandra’s told me how you feel about her…….”

OK. This was starting to get better.

“……and how she feels about you. Do you love her?”

“ Yes I do,” I answered immediately.

“Now before you answer the next question I want you to think a long time about it. Remember that you are cousins, that until a few weeks ago you hadn’t seen her for several years, you hated her when you knew her several years ago and suddenly you discovered she had grown to become a beautiful young woman. Do you love her or do you just want to have sex with her.?”

I thought a long time. The sex was good, but so was holding her, whispering things in her ear, just being together.

“I love her;”

“Now comes the hard bit,” she said. “ Once again think about this very carefully before you answer. If you say no Sandra and I will respect you much more than if you went headlong into this without considering the consequences.”

I couldn’t see where all this was leading but I knew it was all about whether I loved Sandra or not. The problem was that I didn’t want to raise my hopes only to be told at the end that it was not possible. I stood up.

“I’m sorry Aunt Alice, but I can’t go through with this. Mum knows how I feel about Sandra but she told me that nothing good can come of it. Please tell Sandra I’m sorry but I can’t stay for her party.” I turned away and tears came to my eyes. My aunt rose and grabbed my arm turning me back towards her. She looked at the tears running from my eyes.

“You really love her” she said pulling my face down to her shoulder. She gently pulled me over to the settee and sat me down with her arm around me.

“I need to ask you one last thing, John. Please think about it for a very long time. If you have questions I will be here for you. Forget your mum. Forget me. Just think about you and Sandra. Are you OK with that?”

“Yes, Aunt Alice.”

“OK! You know Sandra was on the pill?”


“Well a few days ago she told me she had stopped taking it and she wants to have a baby. Your baby.”

Suddenly my mind was spinning and I couldn’t think straight.

“Take your time and think it over,” said Aunt Alice. “It’s come as a bit of a shock and you need to think of the consequences.”

A bit of a shock was the understatement of the century. Until now it had been about sex with no risks. I loved her but this would mean making a commitment to her. I couldn’t just get her pregnant and walk away, literally leaving her ‘holding the baby’. I thought about when I was with Jan. Could I really make love to another woman knowing that I really wanted to be with Sandra and always asking myself ‘what if…?’

“Do you think she would wait if I asked her?” I said to my aunt.

“I don’t know, John. You will have to ask her that yourself. I’ve tried to convince her that it would be better to wait but she seems set on the idea. Your problem is that she might decide that she wants to find someone else. That’s why I said it might be the last time you see her.”

I weighed up the pros and cons and came to my decision. I stood up.

“I think I’m ready. I know I haven’t known the new Sandra for very long but I love her very much.”

“I’m glad to see you made a reasoned judgment and didn’t just leap in at the thought of having sex with her. She’s waiting for you in her bedroom.”

She showed me the door to Sandra’s room and I knocked.

“Come in!” she shouted and I entered to find her sitting up in bed, her knees raised and her arms wrapped round the covers. What I could see of her back plainly indicated that she was naked.

“Hello, John. Have you come to say goodbye?”

“No, Sandra,” I replied, sitting down on the side of the bed and putting a hand to her hair. I kissed her gently on the lips. “I’ve come to say I love you.”

“You’re not going to try to talk me out of it like mum, are you?”

“The idea is a bit scary. It’s a big responsibility you’re asking us to take on, but I’ll be with you, so we can get through it together.”

I stood up and took off my clothes and she lay back, pulling the covers to one side so I could join her. Entering her was like losing my virginity a second time, only much more intense as I knew that as soon as I shot my semen into her it would enter her womb where there was an egg waiting to be fertilised. We were both breathing deeply and our bodies were shaking slightly as it was a very emotional experience for both of us. As I felt my passion rise I stopped and looked down at her.

“No second thoughts?” I asked her.

“None,” she replied, a smile on her face and a look of expectancy in her eyes as she knew the magical moment was about to arrive. It suddenly hit me that she seemed nowhere close to having an orgasm and I asked her if she wanted to try to have one before I came.

“Don’t worry about me, John. I can have one later. It’s yours that matters most now.”

I carried on pumping and my breathing became more and more laboured. The feel of strings attached to my body being tightened made me push harder and deeper into her, making her moan as my penis hit her cervix. I became like a wild animal in rut trying to ensure that it was my seed and not that of another male that would impregnate this female. I gave one more thrust and gasped. I had reached the point of no return and I had no more control over my body. The sensation of semen passing through my tubes intensified the pleasure even more and for the moment Sandra and I had ceased to exist as people. I was nothing more than a penis injecting sperm into a fertile womb.

The orgasm ended and I lay there, my chest raised by my arms and I gasped for air. Nothing I had ever done before, not even that first time with Sandra in front of the others, could have prepared me for the intensity of that experience. I pulled out of her and flopped onto my back. We just lay there, holding the hands that were between us, unable or unwilling to speak as though words would spoil the beauty of the moment. I turned my head slightly and saw that Sandra had done the same and we smiled at one another. Of course we knew that there was little chance that a baby would be conceived on that first occasion but it was highly symbolic. It was our first step on the road to creating a new life.

Eventually I turned and kissed her. We made love again, much slower and much less intense and I ensured that Sandra had a couple of orgasms before I came inside her again. I once again enjoyed the warmth and wetness of her pussy and the grip of her muscles on my stiff cock as I had when she was staying with us but which had passed my by on our first love-making a few minutes earlier, such was my desire for impregnation.

We rose and dressed and went through to the living room. There was no need for her mother to ask how it had been when she saw the angelic look on Sandra’s face. We spent a good part of the next week naked, making love wherever we happened to be when the desire took us, the only major exception being on the day of Sandra’s birthday party. She had invited along several of her friends and I can truly admit that if I had met some of them before Sandra visited us I would probably be trying to have a baby with them. We had an urgent need that afternoon and went off to her bedroom. She was just reaching orgasm with my cock deep inside her when suddenly the door opened and six of her friends walked in. They stood and watched.

I didn’t know what to do but as my choice was between pulling my cock out and exposing it to them or carrying on with the business in hand, I continued pumping into her. I soon found that having them watch our sexual activity was a bit of a turn-on and I looked up at them, trying to imagine myself inside one of them. Eventually I shot off inside her and pulled out my cock, dripping with a mixture of cum and Sandra’s cunt juice. I lay on the bed to recover while Sandra sat up, pulled on her pants and smoothed out her skirt. She turned and kissed me.

“I have to get back to the other guests,” she whispered, “but I’ll leave you in the good hands of my friends. Take your time, there’s no rush,” and she turned and left.

A long-haired blond I had noticed earlier knelt down beside me and started to lick the juice from my cock which was now quite small but it didn’t remain like that for long. I put a hand up her skirt and felt a wet patch on her pants, slid my fingers under the material and pushed two fingers into her sopping-wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure and redoubled her efforts on my cock. By now the others were removing the clothes I still had on and were stroking and licking various parts of my body. Before I knew it one of them was straddling me and I had a dripping pussy pushed to my lips. My tongue went into immediate action and the flow of juice increased. By now my fingers were sliding in and out of two other pussies and I suddenly felt a firm hand on cock moments before it slid into a steaming-hot, juice dripping cunt.

The one I was licking came to orgasm, the powerful muscles sending surge after surge of female juice into my mouth and when the girl finally rose I could see that it was the blond who was fucking me. She was now totally naked, her more than adequate breasts bouncing up and down, her long hair swinging from side to side and one look at her face told me she was near to orgasm. Her eyes were closed and though her lips were apart her teeth were tightly clenched together.

“Yes….yes….yes,” she moaned with every thrust onto my shaft, her right hand moving in every quickening circles over her clitoris. The sight of her made my passion rise and I just hoped she would not climax and pull herself off me before I reached my own peak. I just knew that, like me, she was hoping for simultaneous orgasms. Such was the intensity of it that I had stopped fingering the pussies and fortunately none had been lowered onto my face. I just had to see her when we came. The other girls were mesmerised and just watched this Neanderthal fucking, nothing like I had ever done with Sandra. With her there had been love whereas here there was none. I was a male and a female using one another to fulfil their sexual needs. I didn’t even know what her name was. She began to give little groans as she pushed down harder and harder onto me, my cock-head slamming against the entrance to her womb, and I knew she wasn’t far off. I could feel my own tension mounting, the feeling that every muscle and every nerve in my body was being stretched and would soon break.

“I’m coming! I’m coming !” I shouted and I sent myself and her over the edge. She carried on thrusting for a few more seconds as her pussy muscle rippled and my cock shot jet after jet of hot sticky cum into her most intimate parts. It dribbled out of her down to the root of my shaft and on to both her and my pubic bushes. She flopped down on to me, totally exhausted and I put my arms around her, cupping her head to my shoulder. I didn’t kiss her or whisper anything to her as I would have done to Sandra and I’m sure she wouldn’t have wanted me to. I was now totally washed out. I’d come in to quickly make love to Sandra and now found that I had fucked the Amazon queen. She climbed off me and walked towards her clothes, her hand wiping off the cum, now running down the inside of her legs, which she then licked off her fingers.

I sat up to get dressed as I could take no more but I was pushed back and told my job wasn’t yet over. What horror could be awaiting me now I asked myself. One girl who had taken no part in the proceedings up until now was brought forward. The look on her face told me she shouldn’t really be here and she stood beside the bed, eyes lowered so she didn’t have to look at my nudity and her hands clenched together in front of her.

“Go on, Sylvia. Tell him why you’re here.”

“OK, Sylvia,” I said gently. “What is it you want me to do?”

“I want to lose my virginity,” she said quietly. “I’ve never done it before and I want to become a woman.”

I knew I shouldn’t have asked but there it was. In spite of all the blond’s best efforts I could feel a stirring and the girls soon saw my manhood rising again.

“You’re sure you want this? You can’t get pregnant, can you? I haven’t got a condom and I’d hate to get you knocked up.”

“Don’t worry about that,” replied one of the girls. “She’s OK.”

The girls helped Sylvia get undressed while the blond, who was now dressed, sat beside me and spoke.

“I shouldn’t think you’ve got enough cum left inside you to get her pregnant. I’m Diane by the way. That was just shit hot. Never had a fuck like that before. I must tell Sandra how lucky she is.”

Sylvia was brought forward and she lay down on the bed, unsure of what was to happen next. I gently lifted her knees and spread her legs apart.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “It won’t be anything like Diane and me. That will come much later.”

I lay down with my head between her legs. Her bush had been shaved for the occasion, leaving her pussy in all its virginal glory. I gently ran my tongue along her slit.

“Oooo……” she moaned quietly.

I carried on like this for a few minutes until I could see her outer labia begin to swell and change colour as blood flowed into them. I gently eased them apart with my fingers and continued to lick, passing the tip of my tongue round and under the hood of her clitoris. She gasped as she felt it touch her centre of pleasure. I then spread her wider, discovering the entrance to her vagina and seeing my very first hymen. By now she was experiencing a lot of pleasure and she was beginning to get wet. After the crude and violent coupling I had had with Diane it was so good to taste the first stirrings of an inexperienced girl. I knew it would be difficult to bring her to orgasm as she was unaware of the feelings needed to bring it on but I knew that if she was well lubricated I would have no difficulty entering her. I looked up at her and asked her if she was ready. She said she was.

I slid up, remembering Sandra’s advice to the girls, and positioned myself at her entrance. She looked up at me, almost imploring me to get it over with quickly. I gave a short, firm thrust and the resistance was gone. She gave a loud gasp as the pain hit her and as I slowly slid deep into her I wiped away a tear from her eye and gently kissed her. I continued moving in and out very slowly until I felt sure she was comfortable with it and then bit by bit accelerated the pace. She didn’t know about tightening her muscles as Sandra and Diane had done but the knowledge that mine was the first cock ever to explore her most intimate parts more than made up for it. I might have been uncomfortable about coming inside her but knowing that she was being looked after made me feel OK and I soon began to get near.

“Now….Sylvia….I’ going to…..cum inside you. I’m going… pump my sperm……into you. That’s…..the stuff that……makes babies.”

“I’m fertile. I can get pregnant,” she gasped.

I knew I should pull out and shoot my load on her belly but I was too far gone and I poured my seed into her, through her cervix and into her womb where her egg was waiting to be fertilised. I flopped onto my back horrified by the enormity of what I’d just done. After a few seconds I looked up at the others.

“You could have warned me,” I said.

“And spoil all the fun? Don’t worry, we’ve got the ‘morning after’ pill for her. We wouldn’t want you to become a dad for a second time would we?” Sandra had obviously told them what we were doing.

“That’s it. I’m totally washed out. I can’t do any more,” I told them as I rose and began to pull on my clothes. I walked into the sitting room and found Sandra.

“Well, how did you find my friends?”

“Luckily birthdays come round only once a year. I don’t think I could take much more of that. I’ll be no good to you tonight. And that Diane…”

“Oh, she’s a total nymphomaniac: thinks sex from morning to night. Was it good with her?”

“I think you should ask her yourself,” nodding as I saw her come in the room.

“Best fuck I’ve ever had,” proclaimed Diane, loud enough for almost everyone in the room to hear. “You’ll have to lend him to me from time to time. Shall we say….once a week.” I cringed at the thought of being mauled regularly by this sexual addict.

As we lay in bed that night I apologised to her.

“What for?” asked Sandra.

“What with everything I didn’t have time to buy you a birthday present.”

“Don’t worry,” she replied. “You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever had.

The week was soon over and I returned home. Hugh asked me how things were with Sandra, saying that mum had told us about our antics during her visit.

“I might even chance my arm with her. She really is incredibly beautiful.”

“Don’t bother,” I told him. “She’s mine and she’s asked me to give her a baby. We’re hoping to get married.”

That really shook him and he dropped the subject.

Mum had been informed by Aunt Alice and had come to terms with our decision. She just hoped we wouldn’t regret it at some future date.

Nature has a way of working things out and Sandra phoned me up to tell me that she wasn’t pregnant but we could try again. It wasn’t until the third time that we got it right and this meant that she could carry on at school as the birth was not due until the next year’s summer holidays. As soon as she informed me we made arrangements for me to stay at her place. It meant a longer trip to get to school each day but it was worth it to be able to spend each night with her and witness the expansion of her belly. She lent me out a few times to Diane when she became too far on to engage in athletic sex and those occasions were more than interesting. In the case of Sylvia, the ‘morning-after’ pill worked so there was no embarrassing second baby in my life and as for Sandra and I we are planning to tie the knot as soon as both of us have left school.

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2012-02-11 23:34:38
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2011-05-16 01:44:57
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