A Life of Debauchery - Ch 1

Tags: incest, ped, Mg, sleeping, first time, public

Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Of course not. No way.

Recently, I moved into a new apartment. My internet provider in the area says they can’t get to me for a month, due to coronavirus-induced slowdowns of service. That gives a guy a lot of time to think about things. In my life, I’ve done plenty of stuff that should have got me beat up, disowned, broken up with, jailed, or at the very least, cancelled. I thought it’d be good to start writing them down, and just for kicks, putting them on the internet.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not writing this all down because I think my life is over. I’m in my mid thirties, I have a pretty healthy dating life (take that with a grain of salt if you want, considering I’m posting stroke stories on 7chan), and I have a cat that probably loves me very much. This is an activity that I can do with minimal internet connection that isn’t replaying a PS4 game for the billionth time. Plus, I’ll probably get myself off recounting the stories as well.

Today I’m going to talk about a particularly eventful trip my family would take to the beach every summer. Everyone on my Mom’s side of the family would meet in a town on the Maryland shore, usually over the fourth of July, and we’d spend a week hanging out, eating good food, going to boardwalks and the like. In my family, it was just me (20), my parents and my older brother, John (21) .but my Mom’s sister had a much bigger family: there were three boys: Mark (16), Andy (15) and Jr (13); and two girls, Maxine (16) and Allison (12).

We would all stay in a much too cramped beachhouse (which I would later find out is insanely overpriced during the on season), usually on an assortment of fold out beds and blow up mattresses. All the boys would generally stay on one floor, and the girls would take a bedroom for themselves. It was usually never a big deal since we’d only go to those areas to sleep, since the days were either filled with being at the beach, playing board games in the kitchen, or watching movies in the living room.

Over several seasons (as well as subsequently family gatherings), I had found myself growing sexually attracted to Maxine and emotionally attracted to Allison. I would fantasize about plowing Maxine, stuffing my cock in her mouth, breaking her, etc, while I would also fantasize about being Allison boyfriend, taking her on dates, making out in my car, that sort of thing. I know that should be flip-flopped--or rather, Allison should be off the table in general. But, the heart wants what the heart wants, and I wanted (of course in complete secrecy never to be revealed to my family) her little hand in mind.

Let me talk about the girls at that specific time period for a minute. Maxine was a skinny girl with medium length dark brown hair. She had almond eyes and a big toothy grin. She had a little narrow butt but nice perky tits the size of grapefruits. She had thick arm hair that made me wonder if she had a full bush or not. She was (and is today) incredibly smart and witty and that really made me want to get busy with her even more. Addison was also fairly petite, but with Nordic like features--white blonde hair and blue eyes. She was, as many preteens are, fairly flat chested and androgynous, but she was always keen to make herself as girly as possibly, and she wore a lot of make up to make herself seem older.

A lot of this affection towards Allison came to pass because she just glommed herself onto me. We would sit next to each other at meal time, she would lay her head on me during movies, she would want to talk to me alone in private just about trivial things like school, music, that sort of thing. Again, take it with a grain of salt, but I was the cool older cousin, by that I mean a skinny little emo boy that played guitar. My brother was a real wackjob bible thumping Christian so he was less of an influence on the other cousins. I straightened my hair and listened to Bright Eyes. The other cousins kind of aped my style--especially Allison.

I’m not sure how it started that summer. It was sort of a tradition for the kids to go on walks together throughout the neighborhood toward the boardwalk, just hanging out without the parents around. Along the way, Allison would complain about dogs barking as being “scary,” and she would use that excuse to hold my hand. Eventually she stopped using that excuse and just started holding my hand, secretly, in my hoodie pocket. The other cousins would make fun of her for wanting to walk next to me all the time, and once Jr said she was weird for trying to hold my hand, but none of the kids made a big fuss about it. Obviously we would never do anything like that around the parents.

When we were walking, I would rub my fingers along her fingers and she would reciprocate. Kind of like playing footsie but with our fingers. She was 12 and I was 20. I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I didn’t care, because I was 20 and invincible.

I wanted to take it further but I was terrified what she would say if I went to kiss her. What if she told her parents? That would be an awkward ride home to Tennessee for my family. Would my other cousins ever talk to me again? Would I be ruining our family tradition by trying to get with my preteen cousin? I tried to put it out of my mind.

Fear of being completely disowned from my family didn’t stop me from trying to get off wherever and whenever I could. I would frequently pretend to sleep in later than the rest of the family. They’d go off to the beach and leave a note where they were, while I would go into Maxine and Allison’s room. I would fish through their dirty laundry and find their panties, bras, and socks; I’d take them all into the bathroom and smell and lick them. Maxine smelled strong and musky while Allison had a smell that was closer to urine. I would smell and suck on their socks as I stroked my cock, and then I would finish all over the crotch area of their panties. Then I would sneak them back into their laundry bin. It turned me on knowing how my cum might one day be close to their pussies.

Halfway through the trip, during the middle of the night, I had a really bold, incredibly stupid idea. I was going to sneak downstairs to the girls’ room and try and lick Maxine’s pussy. I crept down the hall and slowly opened the door to their room. They were both really sound sleepers, which is why I thought I’d give it a shot. Slowly I moved to Maxine’s slumbering body and reached down her pajama bottoms. I was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. I played with her pubic hair and ran my finger along her slit, my heart beating out of my chest the whole time. I finally got the nerve to stick part of my index finger insider of her. She didn’t move at all, so I left it inside of my cousin for a few seconds. I pulled it out of her and smelled it. She smelled like her panties, but better, and spicier somehow. I was going to put it in again but she turned to the side, which made me jump out of my skin. I figured that was enough boldness for one night and made my way out of the room.

For a few days after that, I was really concerned that she knew that I had done something to her. She acted the same to me, but every time she made eye contact I would think that she knew exactly what I did to her. I attempted to lay low.

Yet all the while, I was still having these romantic feelings and touches with Allison. The hand holding had progressed to me slipping my hand underneath her shirt onto her back and walking with her around my arm, which she would reciprocate. I would rub her back and she would rub mine. When we would sit at the dinner table, she put her foot directly on top of my foot. We would hold hands under the table when we could.

This finally culminated on the night before the last day of the trip. We were all watching movies together in the living room, the other boys on the floor, and me, Maxine, and Allison on the couch. We finished the first one and moved onto another one--everyone else decided that they wanted to go to sleep. So that left just me and Allison.

We watched the movie wordlessly, her playing with my hand and me brushing her hair behind her ear. Something inside of me had been building up the entire week, and with the lack of people around, there in the dark, I made my move. I moved her chin up and gave her a kiss right on her lips. We lingered there for just a few seconds, and then I leaned back. She looked at me with a shocked face for what seemed like an eternity. Then I went back in for another one. She reciprocated.

We made out on the couch for a while and let our hands explore each others’ bodies. Her little tongue darted into mine, not really knowing what to do, following my lead. I slipped my hand up her shirt, under her training bra, and started playing with her nipples. She sighed as I played with her and positioned herself directly on top of me. As she did that I grabbed her butt, eventually pulling her crotch onto my bulging cock. She looked down at it in surprise and perhaps a bit of nervousness, before continuing to kiss me.

I had to move us to someplace more private. I led her to the outside shower, a little outhouse looking thing where you would wash off all the sand before you went inside the townhouse. As we made out there, we stripped each others’ clothes off. I caressed her hairless pussy as she threw both arms around me, letting me do all the work. I worked my fingers greedily in and out of her as she breathed soft moans into my chest. I felt her tense up as I brought her to orgasm, and she asked if we could sit down. I said of course.

As we sat on the ground, catching our breath, I asked her if she wanted to do it. She nodded, but said she was worried it was going to hurt. I told her it probably would but eventually it would feel good. Wordless she crawled on top of me and positioned herself right above my cock. She lowered her tight, virgin pussy directly on to of my rock hard member and eased her way onto it. Every millimeter made her squirm. I ask her if she trusted me and she said she did. I told her to bury her face in my chest, that this was going to hurt but it’s like ripping off a band aid. I took her by the hips and brutally jammed my dick all the way inside of her.

She sat on me and sobbed for a few minutes as her hymen blood seeped around my cock and flowed down my leg. I was trying to soothe her and tell her it was all right, but I mean I can never know what that feels like. It seems like we were there for 10m or so (with me, rock hard like a god the entire time), before she started to pull herself out. She breathed out and said, oh, I think… before sitting right back down on it. She fucked herself for about three minutes before I blew my load all the way inside of her. I sat that and held her while my cum swam around insider her.

We took a shower and went back inside. She gave me another kiss before she went to her room and I went upstairs. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, just saying “omg omg omg what did I do…”

The next day we sat at the table having breakfast. I didn’t feel like pretending to sleep in. Allison sat right next to me acting cool as a cucumber. But then, under the table, she reached over and started stroking my dick. Just for a second. It was then that I knew that it’d all be okay.

For the rest of the day, we tried to get away from the family. We went down to the boardwalk together, to “buy souvenirs”, and fucked in the alley of a swimwear shop. We went to a frozen yogurt stand and held hands like lovers. Toward the end of the day we set up a towel under the boardwalk, and I fingered her while we made out. We were almost caught by the beach patrol, who rode up on an atv and asked what we were doing. I said that we were cousins and we wanted to enjoy the last moments of the beach in the shade. He looked skeptical but carried on and left us alone. We left soon after that.

That was certainly the most eventful beach trip of my life. Maxine is married now with three kids. Allison is married now with a kid. Allison and I see each other from time to time but it’s never flirtatious or sexual. She accepted that we did that and moved on. And I’m grateful I had this debaucherous chapter that I could add to my life.

But that wasn’t the only encounter I’d have with Allison.