9 comments/ 105214 views/ 45 favorites My Cousin's Gymnastics Trainer By: HappyBanana I was walking home after my morning shift at the local supermarket, in a bad mood as was typical when I left work, and quite hungry. Still, I wasn't in a hurry to get home because I knew there would be no one there for at least another six hours and the feeling of being in an empty house again was even worse than the feeling of my empty stomach. "Damn those jerks!" I cursed my co-workers. "Damn them all to hell!" It was my afternoon ritual that occupied the twenty-five minute walk home after work. They would spend six hours at work making my life a living hell and I would spend that half-hour coming up with all the things I wished I had had the guts to say to their faces. The cursing that day though just didn't seem to work for me as my mind kept wandering back to the empty house I was headed to. My mother had gotten a new job so the one person who would typically be waiting for me at home with a sandwich made, a pile of chips and soda as well as some encouraging words to brighten my day was no longer there. She was now scanning items at a nearby pharmacy store and I wouldn't see her for another six hours minimum. I rounded the final bend toward my house, only a few doors on the other side of Penn Drive which I was about to cross when I saw the empty driveway and its cold reminder of the loneliness that awaited me therein. Actually crossing Penn Drive made me think of my older cousin, Brianna, though. She was about 3 to 4 years older than me and had lived on that street for several years. As children we had always gotten together to play; tag, Nintendo and especially house. She always loved to be the mommy and make me be the daddy for all the stuffed animals and baby dolls in her house back then. In those younger days we were like peas in a pod whenever she wasn't practicing her beloved gymnastics. Brianna had moved after high school, though. Her parents had separated and each moved to a different town following work so Brianna had gotten a place on her own closer to the college which was about a forty-five-minute walk for me. She had long since graduated from college but still lived in that same little place. Though I was hungry, I just couldn't cope with the idea of going inside my lonely house so I passed my driveway and kept going, searching out Brianna's apartment for a surprise visit. It was nearing on two in the afternoon and as I got only a few minutes away, it dawned on me that I didn't know what her work schedule was any longer. Would Brianna even be home? Would she be busy? Still, there was only five minutes to go so there was no point in turning around now. I figured I'd see if she was there and if not, I'd grab a bite from a place on the college campus across the street. I just couldn't bring myself to go back home yet. Knocking on the door, I heard Brianna's distinct voice inside shout 'who is it?' "It's your cousin, Oliver." I guess I expected to hear the bolts of the door unlocking or a chain being undone but instead she just shouted back 'It's open, come on in.' I nudged the door open slowly, unsure whether I had heard her correctly. Her voice had been muffled after all. "Brianna?" I called. "In here," she called back, her voice trailing into the hallway from the living room to the left. She sounded like she was winded or breathing heavy. I poked my head around the corner before walking into the living room. I was warmly greeted by Brianna's petite but well-formed bum bent over forward in mid-stretch, her hands touching the floor between her feet. She was wearing her typical one-piece gymnastics outfit that exposed her bare legs all the way up to her hips. I had always appreciated those outfits that she wore as they were amazingly sexy. I remembered being especially fond of a little red one with sequins she would wear back in high school. It didn't always cover the entire bum. "To what do I owe this great pleasure?" she asked, not standing from her stretching position until she counted a full thirty seconds. "Mom's working and I didn't want to be alone at the house so I thought I'd come visit you for a while. Hope you don't mind." After standing, she had turned around to face me before continuing with her stretches, this time crouching on her left leg and extending her right. The faintest hint of separation between her skin and the outfit's blue material gave view to some pleasant cleavage even if it was just a little. "Can I get you something? Are you hungry?" I was starving but I didn't want to make her stop her stretching. That was always the best part about visiting Brianna; watching her workout. "Yeah, but don't worry yourself about it. I'll grab something from the kitchen if that's alright." "Grab me some bottled water from the fridge, will you?" she shouted back to me when I was digging around to look for something. I always knew she was a health nut but I had forgotten that included only healthy foods too. Her fridge was packed with fat free and low fat everything along with piles of vegetables and fruits. Bleh! I grabbed her water and an apple to start with. "So what's a handsome boy of 20 like you doing alone all the time? You should be across the street chasing college skirts or something." Brianna had always teased me about my shyness around girls but she was the only person in my life that ever referred to me as handsome which always made me feel good. Most people just referred to me as 'nerd', 'geek' or 'loser' because of my glasses and I couldn't afford Lasik yet. I was saving up though! "Ha, you're funny," I gave her the bottle of water when she stood back up from stretching the other leg. "No, I'm serious." She opened the bottle and took a swig. "You're alone way too much. When we were kids, you were always with me so I understand why you didn't care so much back then. But now you're 20, almost 21 and still living all cooped up with your mom. You should be working on finding yourself the right girl...," she took another swig of water. "or what? You don't like us girls or something? I know a particular girl who would be just dying to go out with you given the chance." "No, it's not that..., I do like you...," I paused realizing I had just suddenly blurted out something that had been held secret deep within me all these years and unsure how to correct it. Brianna raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "I mean... you girls. It's just you're the only girl that's ever said two nice words to me ever." "Oh, I don't know about all that. My friends and I have all dated guys who weren't even half as nice as you. You just need a little self confidence, that's all. You're definitely handsome enough and you're damn sure smart enough. You'd make any girl proud." Yeah, sure! Intelligence gets you no where with the ladies and all they saw anyway were my bug-eyed glasses. But I knew she was just trying to pick me up. She always had a sense about when I needed a little encouragement and I appreciated it. I wanted a girl just like her; exactly like her. That would be the perfect girl for me. "Don't be filling my head with your lies, Brianna. You've never dated anyone besides those dumb jokes, I mean jocks." It was our usual tit for tat conversation but it was true enough, at least as far as I could remember. "That might have been true in high school because I was totally retarded, but when I was in college, no. I went only for the smart guys who were fun to be around and could help me with my math. Hell, even now my ex-boyfriend is as smart as they come though not even half as smart as you. He wasn't exactly your typical lady's man but he made me laugh and I enjoyed being with him." "Then why's he your ex? Why'd you leave him, for being too smart?" For the first time since our friendly battering began her smile faded away... immediately. She sat down on the couch, her sweaty golden brunette hair falling on either side of her neck down to the base of her chest. "I didn't necessarily leave him." She was playing with the water ball in her fingers. "He found a prettier girl and told me I wasn't what he wanted anymore." I could see it was a touchy subject that I had unwittingly opened as she put her face in her hands. I thought perhaps she might have even started crying. "I'm sorry. I had no idea." I sat down on the couch next to her, unsure what to do. I didn't exactly have much experience in that arena. "He was a jerk..., that's all. I say good riddance." she said, lifting her face once more. "Gotta keep going while I'm still warm," she stood up from the couch and immediately started stretching again. I stayed on the couch, watching her, admiring her form. I couldn't possibly see how any guy could ever let go of such a beautiful girl. I assured myself that I never would, that if I ever got so lucky as to have one even half as good as her, I'd hold onto her forever. Brianna stood with her back toward me and started to lean over backward until she fell onto her hands, her back arched in a letter 'n' and the tight strain on her outfit pulling more breast flesh from beneath the material. I couldn't take my eyes off her though I feigned looking at her upside down honey eyes instead of hoping to see some nipple color peek out from behind her outfit. She lifted up on her hands and toes then relaxed once more, followed by another backwards pushup. "I can't ever seem to get my back high enough," she said finally, collapsing on the floor, her knees bent back making the soles of her feet nearly even with her hips. "I really need to find someone to train with me." She tilted her head back at me with a pensive look. Just then, she popped up off the floor, demonstrating some extremely impressive muscle control in her stomach. "Hey, you don't happen to have some free time every day, do you? I could really use your help and... I'll pay you, though I admit it won't be much." "What do you need me to do? I work at the supermarket right now but I'm free in the afternoons." "Afternoons are fine. I could use you to come her and help me train; make sure I'm getting the forms right and give me a little push to get to the next level." She chewed on her bottom lip, a habit I knew all too well from her to be nerves. "What do you say?" Seriously? She had to ask if I wanted to come see her every day in her tights? She actually thought to be nervous about it? To top it off, she wanted to pay me! Hell yeah! "I think... uh, I could... you know, probably do that for you," I tried to sound as cool and nonchalant as I could. She didn't really need to know how much I enjoyed watching her. "I'm not much of an athletic person but... I'll help you the best I can." "Come here," she offered her slim delicate hand to me. "I'm almost done for today but I'll show you some of what I need." I took her hand and hoisted myself off the couch. Brianna returned to her backwards pushup stance. "Put one hand here," she balanced on one hand and patted her stomach with the other and I put my right hand where she showed, "and the other back here," and she patted the small of her back before putting her hand back on the ground. "When I say 'lift', you need to push on my back and when I say 'push' I want you to push on my stomach. Not too hard on either, just give me a little pressure to work my muscles more. Got it?" I nodded but of course she couldn't see me as her head was upside down just inches from the floor. "Yeah. Got it." Her body felt so good under my hands, firm and tight. Standing above her from that angle was amazing too, the 'v' of her outfit between her legs was stretched tight, pronouncing the female mound beneath. I couldn't see her chest that well due to the curvature of her outfit for the breasts but I knew they were pulled tight just like before too. "Lift." I pushed with my left hand into the small of her back while she pushed up with her toes and walked her hands backwards toward her feet so as to lift the arch even more. The outfit stretched tighter and I glanced down at the mound which was beginning to show the crease of her venusian lips. I had to turn away, blushing from what I had seen. I couldn't believe myself, admiring my unobtainable cousin with such dirty thoughts still after all these years. Was I right in the head? What was wrong with me? Eleven years of the same thing and I still haven't changed one bit. "Push" I pushed with my right hand on her stomach, amazed at the strength and power I felt beneath my hands as she pushed back against me. When she told me to let up, I was so thrilled by her feel that I started to caress my hand along her stomach unconsciously. It was a dreamy feel to me, like when a poor person rubs their hand across those expensive soft silk sheets in the department store; those same luxuries that he would only ever dream of actually owning some day. "No fair," she fell to the ground, laughing, "That tickled." I hadn't thought to do so but she must have figured I was being smart as she jumped from her spot and tackled me, tickling my sides aggressively and making me laugh until my sides hurt before she stopped. "Well," she was breathing heavily, "you get the idea at least. Can I expect to see you here tomorrow at 2 again?" I nodded, a shit-eating grin spread across my face which I could not make subside no matter how hard I tried. I had been so lucky as to have an excuse to come see her every single day. It was like heaven opened up on Earth and chose me for the first time ever. "I'll hold off on starting until you get here. I need a lot of help with my splits too." "Sounds good. I uh..., guess I should be getting home. It's a long walk you know." "You walked here? No way. How long did it take you?" "It's about forty-five minutes from my house, another thirty from work." It hadn't felt like as much when I was doing it but I suddenly realized it was quite a ways. "Let me drive you home then." Brianna was running a towel through her sweaty hair. "That's alright. I like to walk." Seeing her beautiful freckled cheeks that I was crazy about and wearing that outfit all this time, especially seeing that beautiful mound so close had worked me up quite a bit. I figured I needed some time to cool off before I got home. "I'll go with you then. I could use a good walk after my workout." I loved the idea of her company but given she was the very reason I wanted to walk off my overactive hormones, I only reluctantly agreed. Still, I was in heaven. I always was when she was around me. Brianna disappeared into her bedroom and a few moments later emerged in a less revealing though equally appealing pair of jogging pants and matching jacket. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail too. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded to her that I was and we set out the front door. During the forty-five minutes which turned into more than an hour and a half because we were walking so slowly, we talked about everything under the sun; our lives, past relationships, college studies, her gymnastics competitions, everything. I saw Tommy from the supermarket where I work from across the street as we walked and wanted to run and hide. He was my primary adversary who lived on making my life hell at work. He did the strangest thing though, as I forced myself to keep walking with my head held high so as to not lose face in front of Brianna. I saw him watching me with my cousin and put his thumbs up in a congratulatory motion followed by his 'sweet' sign. She didn't know it but I felt prouder than I ever had before at that very moment. Brianna left me on the porch, reaching up with her toes the six inches or so in height difference that I had on her to kiss me on the cheek like she had always done when we were younger. Then she turned around to leave and I watched as she moseyed back to the sidewalk, her tight ass wiggling enticingly with every step. She turned to me and waved with a cute little twiddle of the fingers before starting her jog home. I went in straight to my room as my mother wasn't due home for another half-hour and immediately jerked myself to relief. There was just too much tension that had grown in my groin all afternoon while watching Brianna's beautiful body. I even ended up calling out my cousin's name when I had my orgasm. ***** Rumors spread like wildfire in a workplace and the result was one of the best days I'd ever had at work. Tommy made sure the entire staff knew I had gotten a girlfriend and to top it off, he said she was hot. He ought to know as he was the official judge of hotness according to himself. Though I know I should have corrected him and the others, the pats on the back and the congratulations along with requests to see pictures and the like felt so good compared to my normal treatment. Not even once did I get called a 'loser' and Jim even invited me to a pool party he was having that weekend provided I take my 'girlfriend' with me. By the time I was walking home, I had heard Brianna referred to as my girl so often that day even I was starting to believe it. I was imagining my arrival at her house and being greeted by a warm passionate kiss. Can you imagine? Getting a kiss from a girl like her? It had to be heaven. There would be no other way to describe it. I didn't have to waste time or energy cursing that day. It had been near perfect for me. The only thing better would have been if it were true but hey, can't have everything in life, right? In my backpack I had taken shorts and a tee shirt which I stopped at a gas station nearby to change into so I could jog to Brianna's apartment easier. No more walking for me. If I was going to be her trainer, I was determined to get myself into shape too. Besides, I wanted to get to her as fast as I could. I had seriously been thinking about her all day and couldn't wait to see her any longer. I guess I never knew how much work jogging really was until that moment. I had pushed myself as hard as I knew how but still had only made it halfway before I had to walk again. Little by little I figured, marking the spot in my mind so as to beat it the next day and mark more progress every day thereafter. I was still breathing heavily by the time I reached Brianna's apartment and knocked at the door. This time after a few minutes I did hear the bolt turn and 'my girl' opened the door. Her hair was a wet mess that magnificently outlined her gorgeous face and brought out those precious freckles of her nose and cheeks. She had a towel wrapped around her body but her shoulders were bare showing off a few freckles there too that I hadn't ever noticed before. "Sorry to take so long in answering. I was in the bath." She let me in and closed the door. "I had a key made for you," she passed me a key, "so you can come on in whenever you want. I'll be back in a minute...," she looked me over in surprise. "Nice outfit by the way." Then her eyes went big as she smiled wide, covered her mouth like she was embarrassed and blushed. "I love the shorts!" She quickly disappeared into her bedroom. I looked over my shorts, unsure what would have made them so special for her to react in such a way but then I realized that seeing her in the towel had had an immediate effect on me. A faint yet distinct outline of my manhood who was obviously interested in what he saw in Brianna could be easily detected through the thin material. I was so embarrassed I felt like running away, hiding, whatever I could to not have to face her after that. It was like I had betrayed our family trust or something. How could I have been so stupid as to let her see what she did to me? Was she mad? I didn't know what to do. I was just about to walk out the front door again and run home to hide under my bed forever when Brianna came out of her bedroom wearing an outfit very similar to the day before. This one was green though. "Where do you think you are going?" she had her hands on her hips when she caught me wiggling the front doorknob. My Cousin's Gymnastics Trainer "I uh... um...," I had no idea what to say. What could a person say after being caught with a hard-on caused by his older cousin? "Aw...,did I embarrass you with my comment?" she walked up to me, pushing up on her tip toes to whisper softly when she was near me. "Please don't be, Oliver. I was..., I am very flattered by your reaction." She kissed me on the cheek again but it wasn't the simple peck like the day before. She lingered for a full minute it seemed. I fought desperately the burning desire to turn my head so our lips would meet instead. "I'm so sorry, really. You know how these guy things have a mind of their own." How exactly does a person explain it to their female cousin? "It doesn't..., uh..., doesn't know that I'm not supposed to..., um..., you know." She smiled at me, a truly sincere smile that showed a twinkle in her eye. There was something that was oddly different about her, almost like she had started to glow at that moment. "What is it that you're not supposed to do, Oliver Carden?" She was toying with me, acting all strange but at the same time it wasn't a weird strange. It was like she was..., dare I say..., flirting with me. "I'm uh..., not supposed to think that uh... you know..., that you're beautiful." A wide smile lit up her face that brought out those beautiful freckled cheeks again and colored them pink. "Oh, is that right? So you say you're not supposed to think I'm beautiful..., hmmm?" Brianna was standing very close to me, her words whispering in my ear. "It doesn't matter if you're not supposed to..., the real question I want to know is 'Do you think it?'" What was I supposed to do? I had already been betrayed by my own body and she was acting very strange. Did she want me to say yes? How could she? She was my cousin... but yet she seemed very much like she did. "I uh..., ee um...," she stepped back from me and crossed her arms across her chest which had the effect of pushing a little more cleavage out the top. "Oliver William Carden. I asked you a fair question and I think I deserve an honest answer. Do you really think I am beautiful?" She was right. I sighed and resigned myself to whatever turn of events would happen at this point forward. "Brianna," I reached for her hand, uncrossing her arms as I took her hand in mine. I had no idea what I was really doing or where this was going. I just acted on pure impulse. "My beautiful Brianna Bennett; you are by far the most beautiful creature that God has ever made on this earth and the only woman I've ever held in my heart." I said it. I actually said it. I had written and rewritten that one line over and over for the past eleven years and fantasized almost every day about telling her. But I never believed I actually would. To top it off, I played the Don Juan card by kissing her fingers afterwards. I closed my eyes and waited for the slap I was sure would come soon. Cousins just didn't do those things. She said nothing, not a word but I saw her mouth hung open in absolute amazement when I opened my eyes once more. The one good sign that I noticed though was that she did not pull her hand away. She left it sitting comfortably in mine. "So..., let me get this straight then. You've had like this major crush on me?" That strange twinkle in her eyes was intensifying. "How... but... Why... How long have you felt this way?" Dare I say more? Maybe I should just beat a hasty retreat. This was not at all how I had planned the afternoon. The honest truth was, it was better yet I knew once I had said my piece, I'd have to leave and would probably never get to see her again. At this point, I was dead anyway so I figured I had to get everything off my chest once and for all; put it all out in the open. "I have since we used to play house together as kids. I did back when I was in middle school and you were in high school, I thought so when you left Penn Drive for college and my life became ruined by your absence and I definitely know so now. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known or ever will again. That's the complete honest answer that you asked for." I hung my head down and dug the key she had given me out of my pocket, folding it back inside her fingers. Then I bent down to grab my bag and opened the door behind me. "What the hell?" she finally spoke, pushing the door closed behind me. When I looked at her, there were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said. "That's never what I meant at all." "Hurt me? You think you've hurt me?" she sniffled. "Never in my life..." she wiped away a tear from her eye. She must have been more hurt than I imagined. "Never in my life has anyone ever told me something so amazingly beautiful before." She sniffled again. "and with such sincerity. I never knew. All these years you say..., and I honestly never saw it coming or I would have acted sooner. A lot sooner." "Are you mad?" I was confused. I thought for sure she would be. We were cousins after all but... she just didn't seem to be. "No, of course not. I'm flattered. Honestly, I'm ecstatic to hear it. I..." I touched the doorknob again but she grabbed my hand from it and forced the key back into my hand. "Will you stop doing that for Christ's sake! You come into my home, admit that you've been in love with me all these years and now you want to go running out the door on me? What the hell?" "But..., I thought you wouldn't want to see me again. I thought..." I couldn't finish whatever it was that I was going to say because she stopped me by a passionate kiss full square on my lips. I was taken aback, absolutely stunned which was the only way I was able to manage not to fall over by my surprise. It was very awkward though positively dreamy because it was my very first kiss... ever. "I thought that might shut you up," Brianna smiled at me, touching her finger to my lips when she pulled away. "My answer is absolutely and definitely 'yes'. There's not a single doubt in my mind. There never has been." "Wow..., that kiss was amazing. But you say your answer is 'yes', what exactly is the question?" "Well, I guess if you don't know that yet, then the ball's in your court. You figure out what the question is and ask me. I'm telling you right now, my answer will be absolutely 'yes'. While you think about it in the meantime, I need to train and you need to help me." She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the living room. What question could she possibly be thinking that I would ask her? I replayed the whole scenario in my head as I sat down on the couch while she started her warm ups but I just didn't get it. I wished I had more experience in this area of life. "I'm working on my splits today so I need your help with that." I got up from the couch but when I looked at her, she had a very mischievous look about her that I could not understand. "Come here, handsome." She laid me on the floor belly down in the middle of the room. "I can't tell if I'm going down all the way or not so you're going to watch very closely and tell me." She was standing above me just inches away but started to slowly separate her legs in either direction of me. Before I knew what happened, her sweet venusian mound was positioned only inches in front of my face, spread wide open by her splits and covered only by the thin material of the 'v' of her green outfit. Being spread so wide though, the material couldn't cover the outer edges of her vulva any longer and for the first time in my life, I saw a glimpse of real live female flesh. All of the sudden, it became very uncomfortable to be lying on the floor like that. Being so close, her womanly smell was deliciously intoxicating but what made it amazingly surreal was that she actually wanted me to be staring there. If only fate would finish shining on me and make those thin threads just break completely. "You weren't hired to just stare," she chuckled bouncing herself up and down a little, trying to get those last few inches to the ground. "How far do I have to go still?" "To the ground? I'd say a few inches," I told her, my eyes never letting go of her even for a second. Every centimeter she went lower exposed just a little more of her smooth slightly darker pink skin. It looked very smooth too. "I can't visualize that very well." She was grimacing in her face. I could only imagine how painful doing such a split must be. "Measure it and show me. I've got to get down to the floor." Measure it? I didn't exactly bring a ruler with me. I tried estimating with my fingers in the air but she wasn't buying it. "Get your hand under there already, will you." I'd say she was almost shouting but I knew she must be in pain from the pressure she was putting on her joints. I nervously stuck my hand into what I had considered before that moment to be no man's land. Putting my fingers on the floor, I brought my thumb up until it just brushed the material of her crotch. I felt like fainting, the sensation was overwhelming to be that close to her goods. Just a bump of my thumb and I would have become intimately familiar with her magical land of Oz but I behaved and did only as instructed. "About like this," I pulled my hand back and showed her the two inches with my fingers. "Okay," her breathing wasn't as hard but it seemed she was relaxing a little more. Her bum was definitely getting further away from the floor. "Put your hand under me, flat on the floor, palm up. That way I'll feel it when I get all the way down." I wondered why she wouldn't just feel the floor under her but I was being invited to have an opportunity to touch her... there! I wasn't about to second-guess her decision. I put my hand under her as told and prayed that she would actually achieve her goal. Even a momentary cupping on her mound would be an achievement of absolute glory for me. "Ready?" I told her I was. She walked her hands forward, bending her torso toward me more and giving me a very nice view up-close of her cleavage base which was expertly painted with those cute freckles throughout I noticed. With a good deal of effort, she thrust herself down and to my complete delight, I felt the spread open 'v' split of her moist lips under the material against my hand but it lasted only a split second as she immediately rebounded up. "You did it," I proclaimed pulling my hand out. She smiled at me but grabbed my hand to replace it to its post. "Yeah, but I need to stay down. That's the whole point. I need to hold it at 180 degrees for at least 30 seconds." "Oh, yeah. Definitely. My bad. You're right and I absolutely agree." I paused. Thirty seconds of that would probably make me blow a load I thought. "My hand really hopes you do it, too." She looked up at me and smirked as if she were astounded that I might say such a thing. "You liked that, didn't you? A little touch of my coochie there?" What was I supposed to say? Of course I did. She pushed herself down again but this time she only brushed my hand with the material and the third time she didn't even get down to me. "I gotta rest," she said pulling her legs together and standing back up. I guess I showed my disappointment when I stood up too. "Don't worry, we'll do it again in a few minutes. I'm sure you're just getting the thrill of your life. But you know, we could make it..., interesting." My eyebrows perked up at that. How could we possibly make it better? It was impossible. "How?" "Let's just say I think I could use a little more motivation to get down to your fingers but..., that's only going to happen if you ask me the question though. Until then, I guess I'll just have to stay sexually frustrated with this current plan." "But what is the question that I'm supposed to ask you? Can't you give me a clue?" "Oh hell, Oliver. Are you really that daft?" She playfully hit me on the arm but it still hurt. She might not exactly lift weights but she was very strong for a woman her size. "I'm practically begging you here. If you were just joking with me about your feelings, it's not funny at all. Not one bit!" "No..., I wasn't. I love you Brianna...," her stern look immediately softened to an ear-to-ear smile. "I love hearing you say that. I could listen to those words from you every day of my entire life." "Well, it's the god's honest truth. I love you and I wish so bad that you could actually be mine forever." Her eyes perked up at me and she jumped up and down like a little girl who had just received her first pink bicycle. "That's close enough! Yes, yes, yes. Of course I accept." She lunged at me, kissing me full on the mouth pulling me closer to her like she never wanted to let me go. I was bewildered. What had I said exactly? "I promise to be yours forever. Forever and ever, for as long as you'll have me." She had real tears in her eyes this time but the twinkle in her eyes had grown to all new levels of brilliance. "Thank you, thank you, Oliver. I love you so much." She grabbed my face and started kissing me again, very aggressively to the point of an agonizingly beautiful pain. Had I actually just asked her to be my girlfriend? Was that the big question she had wanted? It seemed so and though I hadn't anticipated that becoming a reality, she already was in my heart and had been for years I suddenly realized. Oh, her lips felt and tasted so good. "But for all your smarts, you really can be a dummy sometimes," she bopped me on the head once she let go. "I was beginning to think you'd never figure it out or you were just playing with my heart." "I just... er, never did that before." She looked at me, contemplating what I was saying. "You really haven't had much experience with love before, have you?" I shook my head no. "What kind of experience have you had exactly?" "I've told you everything you didn't already know about me yesterday. That kiss in the hallway was my very first." Her mouth dropped open and she covered it with her hand in shock. "You're 20 and you've never even kissed a girl before?" "Not until today. But it was undeniably worth the wait to get my first from you." "Let me get this right. You're saying that I'm your first girlfriend and your first kiss? I imagine then its safe to assume a few moments ago was also your first coochie panty touch, right?" I hung my head down. I was sure she would think I was a complete loser now. "Wow, that's a hell of an honor. I've had lots of boyfriends and lots of kissing but...," she looked down at the floor, seemingly discomfited by whatever it was she was about to say. "I'll make my own confession then. Besides the doctor, you're the first to ever touch me there... and that's exactly how I had planned it too." "What; really? I figured for sure you'd have had worlds of experience. I mean, you're gorgeous and all." I thought back to high school when I would curse every guy I ever saw hanging on her arm. I had thought they were all the luckiest bastards in the world just for being with her and it made me sick imagining their grimy hands on her. "Isn't virginity usually lost around 16 or something? I thought I was the only exception in this world." "What kind of a girl do you think I am? I might be 24 but that doesn't exactly mean I've slept with every guy I've dated. Actually, that's why my ex went looking for greener pastures; I refused to give it up to him." Her ear-to-ear smile went even wider. "Actually, I've been saving myself for when the man I was really in love with ever finally approached me." I must have looked confused because she started giggling and shaking her head in amusement like she was watching a silly cartoon. "He's you, goofy. You're not the only one who's been hiding secret feelings for eleven years now. Why do you think I spent so much time at your house back then? Just to play Nintendo?" "Well, actually yes. I did think that back then. You were really good at it." "We played house every day for a reason, silly." She took my hands in hers then led them around her waist, stepping closer to me to rest her head on my chest. I swelled it out with pride. "I just didn't say anything because of the age difference. You were in like sixth grade while I was in ninth. I was afraid of what people might say... but I knew then that I was in love with you." "The fact that we're cousins never bothered you?" I was puzzled. Sure the age was an obstacle back then but..., the other was worse, right? "Hold on, I've got to get something I tracked down and have been holding onto for several years. It's time you knew the truth about it." With that, she walked slowly from the room, letting my fingers drop one by one with the gentle agony of lovers who didn't want to be separated for even a second. I watched her intently as she went, backing out of the room while her eyes remained fixed on mine. When she didn't return after just a few minutes, I couldn't help but follow her down the hall like a lost puppy dog. Brianna was bent over at the waist once more, what was quickly becoming one of my very favorite views of her. She was rummaging through a medium-sized wooden box and didn't notice me coming. I quietly watched her as she talked to herself. "Oh my god, Brianna. It's actually true. Finally, finally he's yours. All yours," she pulled a picture of me from about two years before out of the wooden box and kissed it before putting it away again. I decided to sneak closer to see what all was in there. What I found blew my mind away. That box had a copy of every year book from my school from fifth through twelfth grades, a newspaper clipping from when I won a local computer game contest, and a variety of pictures and knick knacks with hearts on them and my and her names. She had even written hers as 'Brianna Carden' on many of the more recent pictures. There was also her old red gymnastics uniform from school in the box that had always been my favorite. I wondered if it would still fit. "Wow," I exclaimed and she about jumped out of her skin, knocking back into me. "Jesus, you scared the bejeez out of me." She had put her hand on her heart and was breathing fast. She hit me on the arm again and I realized I would have to toughen up my arms if I was going to be around her all the time like I wanted. She could be rough. "Here, look at this." She handed me what looked like two computer drawings of trees. When I looked at them though, I realized the first was a family tree going back all the way to her great-great grandfather. "You see here, Joseph Manning Carden," she circled the name with her finger. He was her great grandfather. "He had a sister, Elizabeth Carden." She pointed to the other page which was another family tree... mine. "They were siblings. They also represent the last real connection between your family tree and mine." "So doesn't that make us cousins still?" I asked, unsure what she meant by this. "Maybe 5th degree cousins at most. The law only prohibits first and second cousins from marrying so..., nothing says I couldn't one day be your wife..., if the opportunity were ever to come up." She winked at me and put the tree diagrams back in the box. "Wow," I had never realized we were that distant. Mom had always just said she was my cousin. Nor had I ever realized the possibilities of my getting married anytime soon yet we were officially dating for less than thirty minutes and she was already mentioning it. "Um..., it's getting late and I still haven't finished my exercises. Maybe we should go back in there?" I remembered the feeling of my hand touching her in that last exercise and agreed immediately. "But I did promise to make it more interesting if you asked so go wait for me in the living room. I'll be there in a minute." More interesting? I couldn't believe I had actually forgotten about that. What could possibly be more interesting than holding my hand down for her to sit her spread kitty cat on it? I sat expectantly on the couch, waiting for her to come in. I noticed on the wall clock that it was late and starting to get dark but I didn't want to go home yet. To hell with my mother, I was with Brianna now. My Cousin's Gymnastics Trainer She came into the living room wearing a white pleated skirt and a sports bra. "I love the skirt but the top hides way too much. I really like the view you give me when you bend over in your gymnastics outfit." Sure I had thought it but I couldn't believe I actually said it and I guess, neither could she. "Well then, aren't we just coming out of our shell all of the sudden." She tapped my leg playfully with her fist but a lot closer to my manhood than I felt comfortable with. "So you want to see the boobies? I'm up for a change of plans. Let's play a little game." "What exactly do you have in mind?" She had that mischievous look in your eyes again. Somehow I didn't think we were going to be working out anymore that day. "It's called, 'show me yours and I'll show you mine. Remember?" I did recall playing that with her when we were very young. Of course back thern, there was little to show but we had laughed our heads off and the vision of looking down her panties had never actually left my mind. Still, the game would definitely be much more interesting this time for sure. "Um...," how much was she willing to show I thought? It was her idea though. "Sure." My voice cracked, giving away my nerves and she laughed, a little snort of her own coming out.. "We'll take turns going back and forth. How many things do you have on? No socks or shoes though." I told her three. "I only have two so you take two things first, then I'll go." Two? Was she bare under there? Was that what her original 'interesting' plan was? I realized at that moment she had intentions with me that I had only dreamed of. I started with my tee shirt and actually felt bad at what I thought was a lack of muscle toning. Brianna complimented me with a wolf-whistle though when I took it off, running a finger down my chest which I unconsciously swelled up with pride. She was quickly changing every negative thought I ever had about myself and I began to actually feel only self confidence. Then my shorts came down. I wished for a moment that I had worn boxers instead of briefs as I wouldn't feel so exposed but... then again, it didn't matter much anyway. In five minutes I'd be completely bare as would Brianna. Just the act of undressing in front of her, though, had already had an effect on me and I was nearing rock hard under my briefs. At least I'd give her a good first show. "Damn," she commented, her eyes looking straight at my crotch. "It looks like you're really into this right now." "Well, actually I'm really into you but... I'm also scared out of my mind." "Awww. I feel the same way about you. I admit that I am completely terrified right now too but... seeing that," she nodded toward my manhood, "has also got me very horny." Her frankness caught me off guard and made us both laugh. That helped quite a bit in calming my nerves. I couldn't believe that I, this tall nerdy beanpole that I had always assumed that I was, might have such an impact on her but she was squirming around like a person who is really getting worked up generally does. Again, my chest filled with pride and I stood tall before her, letting her see everything she wanted without interruption. She didn't wait to be told it was her turn. She stood in front of me, only a foot between us and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra. "Wow, I really didn't realize it would be this hard," she exclaimed, hesitating to continue. My hopes and anticipations took a nose dive. I really wanted to see her continue, so bad, but I wasn't going to press the issue. I had already come so far with her in just that one day, it was beyond my wildest dreams anyway. "I completely understand if you can't. You're my girl now and I will love you forever no matter what. I'm sure I'll see them whenever you're ready to show me." "Aww, you're so sweet." She was like butter melting in my hands. She leaned forward and gave me a nuzzle with her nose and a peck kiss. "It was my idea so I'm going to do it. Just... help me out," she turned around and put her arms straight up in the air. I stepped up to her, my body pressing a lot closer to her than I had intended when I put my arms around her body. "Mmmm, I love this," she said, grabbing my arms and folding them around her torso, pulling me even closer. My manhood was standing straight up inside my briefs and was pressed against the upper part of her bum. She leaned back against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed it, hiding her eyes in my neck. "Do it." I grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and started to lift. Immediately I felt her soft flesh against my fingers beneath and it was heavenly. I continued lifting slowly, unsure of exactly what would happen. What would they look like in real life? Would they fall out or was the bra just a covering, not necessarily a support? I pulled the bottom completely up over her breasts, exposing fully the soft freckled perky cones that looked like mountains with pink-covered snow tops. Her areolas were larger than I expected, covering about a third of the flesh, being a light soft pink but surrounded by a dark-pink halo ring. The nipples themselves were standing straight out, about a half-inch long each. Though I had no experience in this area, they just seemed like they begged to have my mouth put on them but from my angle behind her, that was impossible to do of course. She leaned away from me just enough so I could pull the garment over her head but immediately leaned her bare body against mine once more, her arms returning to their place around my neck. I ran my hands along her sides, venturing up slowly to their desired destination then engulfed those perky cones in the palms of my hands. "So... do they pass your inspection approval, sir? Are they everything you hope for?" She couldn't be seriously questioning whether I liked them or not, could she? I caressed my fingers around following the lines of the halo and slowly working inward toward the peaks. "Absolutely perfect, just like you are," I whispered into her ear. She giggled and pressed her bum hard against me, surely feeling every inch of hardness there. "It's my turn to do the caressing now," she said, turning around to face me. Her pointed peaks were angled slightly outward but pointing straight at my chest. Though I didn't know at that time of course, I later found out she wore a 'B' cup brassiere which I tell you now only for better illustration of the moment. I wasn't even fully undressed yet but I could already feel my pulse throbbing in my staff in anticipation. I wasn't really sure I'd even last long enough to see her fully disrobe. "How about we do this last part at the same time?" I suggested so that if I couldn't hold it any longer, at least I'd have seen everything first. Besides, cumming from seeing a naked woman was a lot easier to explain than from only seeing a topless one or so I imagined. She agreed to the idea but wanted a close up view of me which I was a very worried about. What if I did blow it? What would she do? Still, a close-up view was a nice thought so we agreed to have a mutual close up unveiling. We lay down on the floor, sitting opposite directions and each closed our eyes shut tight. Then we finished getting naked and lay down on our sides in opposite directions, like a number sixty-nine. Finally, we spread our legs wide open for what would be easy viewing. "One...," I started counting, fighting the urge to open my eyes early. I could smell her in front of me and she was making me drunk from the sweet aroma. "Two...," she continued and I could hear her swallow hard like she was nervous. I shared her feeling. "Three...," I added the last number before the end. I suddenly had a strange desire to stick my tongue out to touch her as if to taste a delicious dessert. Her breathing was heavy and she tried to say the word three times in short breaths before it finally came out. "Open." I opened my eyes and was met by the most beautiful flower patch I had ever witnessed. The lips maintained a slight natural 'v' part, never quite coming back together completely. Her clit hood protruded out from the lips by a few centimeters which I would later learn that this was caused by a slightly longer than normal clitoris but of course at that moment I didn't have a clue why. Still, it was fantastically gorgeous. The outer labia were as silky smooth as her breasts were while she kept a very short furry rounded patch just above that magic land. I was throbbing hard, feeling the movement in my staff with each heartbeat and nearing an explosion just by her visual stimulus. I glanced down at her and she seemed just as enthralled by me as I was with her. "It's even bigger than I thought it would be," she commented, her breath caressing me. "Why's it moving up and down like that?" "Because I'm really horny and not far from cumming." Never in my life had I been so worked up before but her very sight and smell was quickly pushing me ever closer to the edge. I was already doing the muscular fight to calm myself and hold out longer. "Already? Wow, I didn't realize I could have such an effect on you." I could see the muscles contracting in her thighs too. Was she as worked up as I was perhaps? "You saw what happened just seeing you in a bath towel earlier," the muscle straining wasn't working and the throbbing was getting worse as were the movements. "Wow, you're leaking. There's a drop of clear liquid coming out the little hole on the end. I thought it was supposed to be white, though." I felt her fingertip touch the very tip, rubbing my pre-cum all around my helmet. "That's what happens before I orgasm. It means I'm really close." I heard the strain in my voice where I was fighting losing it already. "Oh my. Should I move or are you going to do it in my face?" "If you're not careful I will." I longed to reach out and caress her lips too but I was afraid of being too forward. "My friend, Amy, said her guy likes it when she puts him in her mouth and according to her, it tastes good too. Do you mind if I try that?" Was she frickin' kidding? My first day having a girlfriend and she was all ready to give me a blowjob knowing full well I was already on the edge. Hell yeah! "Can I taste you too?" She giggled but opened her legs wider which had the effect of spreading her lips more, showing me the pink folds within and then pushing her bottom closer to me. I found it very interesting to see she also had little droplets forming around her puckered love hole inside the folds. Did that mean she was getting near an orgasm too or was that just normal for girls? I wished I knew the answer. I leaned forward and extended my tongue to caress the insides of the lips when I shortly felt her mouth close around the head of my manhood. She tasted sweet yet bitter, like licking an ice cream cone that's been gently salted and she moaned when my tongue probed around the opening to her hole. I didn't have a clue what I was doing exactly but it felt good to me and her moans were confirmation that she liked it as well. I wrapped my arms around her bum, digging into her like a hot apple pie while she took me a little deeper into her mouth. I was trembling uncontrollably, feeling that the moment would happen in any moment while squeezing as hard as I could to hold it off. She moved her hand down to her venusian lips and separated them near the hood exposing a protruding bud that was also throbbing with her obviously accelerated heartbeat. I didn't know what it was exactly but I figured she must want some attention there if she was showing me. "I can't... can't hold... longer," I was breathing hard and felt the point of no return pass at that moment. She responded by again taking another half-inch into her mouth and with her hand, started stroking the base which was still outside. She was also jerking every few seconds from my constant attention to that little bud. Since she was using a hand, I thought I would too and the effort in my concentration to move my head to the left allowing just enough room for a finger to slip inside that little pink hole helped me hang on just a few more seconds. As soon as my finger drove home inside her, she released her hold of me just long enough to intake a strong breath. It was no sooner that she replaced her lips to my penis that I felt the pumping of my balls starting my orgasm. It was so much more intense being brought on by her than I had ever felt before. It was like I was going to faint but she didn't stop. She sucked it out of me like a milkshake through a straw though, her own body uncontrollably convulsing every time my tongue ran across that bud. "Just..., just... a little..., right..., oh..., right..., there..., oh..., oh..., god!" her mini convulsions turned into a constant full fledged shutter and the juices that I had been lapping up tripled their flow and increased in temperature by at least five degrees. My finger was caught too where I couldn't even move it, the strong muscles of her groin clamping down so hard that I thought she might break it. I thought she would come down after a few seconds like I had but her convulsing continued for a lot longer, almost two full minutes. I was finally able to withdraw my finger though when her muscle spasms started getting further apart. Finally, she stopped jerking but was still breathing extremely heavy. "That's..., a first..., for me..., oh my god," she clamored, rolling over onto her back. "First time being licked like that?" I knew the answer to that. She had told me earlier that no one had ever touched her before but I wanted to hear her talk about how much she enjoyed it. "That too, definitely. But that's the first orgasm I've ever achieved in my life." I couldn't believe it. Had she never masturbated before? She turned over to her side and propped her head up with her hand, playfully opening her legs once more obviously for my viewing pleasure. "You've never masturbated?" I asked her, not thinking about what I was saying. I hadn't exactly planned on admitting that I had to her but the way I said it, said it all. "Well, since you're being so direct about it, yes, I have. Actually, lots of times. But I could never actually achieve an orgasm. I'd get really close but my hand would get tired so it just left me really horny. I had thought something was wrong with me but... you just proved otherwise. Damn, when can I have that again!" "Anytime you want, baby doll." I had once heard Tommy talking to one of his girlfriends on the phone and he would use all sorts of little names for her. I didn't know at the time why he would say something like that but it just came out. Brianna must have liked it though because she smiled real wide and that twinkle immediately came back to her eyes. "And..., so. Do I pass the test? "That was... amazing! I've jerked myself off to orgasm lots of times, always fantasizing about you but that was the most intense sensation I've ever known." She flicked the end of my limpness. "Amy was right. It tastes good too. Like a salty milkshake." She licked her lips like she was anticipating eating a delicious snack real soon. "I was reading a health magazine just the other day, in fact, and it was talking about the health qualities of your man's cum. Supposed to be good for the skin if worn like a facial and really low in fat for the weight conscious. You know me, so when can I get some more of that delicious milkshake? " "Anytime you want. I'll give you a complete daily diet if you want," I was chuckling but the thought of repeating that every day was getting my blood flowing again. "I'm telling you right now though; before the night is over I'd like to complete my round robin of firsts with you." Her eyes went wide and her smile was so wide I thought it probably had to hurt. "So are you going to stay the night with me? Are we going to make love?" "You're my woman now. I'm never going to leave this apartment without you and I swear I'm never leaving that precious kitty cat of yours either." I reached over and patted her gently on her venusian wonder. "She and I will always be yours but...," she started feigning a pout. "My boobies say they want their turn... or don't you love them too?" It was my turn to smile as I got on my hands and knees, walking like a lion about to pounce on her. "I adore them," I kissed her mouth then ran my tongue along her freckle-speckled chest to the right nipple that was nearest me. I tried in vain to get her entire areola inside but I just couldn't. It was too big but my tongue did manage to caress all sides of her nipple and I felt it grow erect in my mouth. "Awww, yeah," she cooed. "So if you're not leaving me ever, does that mean I'm getting a new roommate?" She was circling her other nipple with a wet finger until I got the hint, leaning across her body to the other side. She reached up with her right hand and caressed my hanging member. "If you'll have me, I'm here to stay. I already got a key." "I guess I had subconsciously never given up hope on you after all. My god, you feel good." By this time my ego was flying higher than any kite ever could. There was nothing loser about me now, not having this beautiful woman as my own. "Damn, if you're this good a lover as a first timer, I can only imagine once you get good. I'm going to end up with twenty kids and still won't stop." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her. She stopped her milking motion too to look back, one of those looks where the two souls are making a permanent connection through the eyes. "You're really serious about the marriage thing, huh? I've noticed that you've mentioned it a few times in just the past couple of hours." "Gotta start getting the idea in your head, don't I. I want to be your woman forever... and your baby's mommy. I'm not getting any younger either. You might just be turning 21 but I'm about to be 25. Most mothers have already had their first child by that age." I sat back on my knees, kneeling beside her. "So you really do want to marry me?" "Anytime you want to ask me. I already said absolutely 'yes' to you. You just have to ask the question." So that was the real question she had been after; not just to be my girlfriend. She wanted me to propose to her. I leaned forward and kissed her passionately square on the mouth. "I am asking you..., right now. Brianna, will you marry me?" She squealed in excitement, sitting straight up. "Oh my god! Of course, baby. I love you Oliver! I love you, I love you, I love you so much." I whispered back to her that I loved her too. "We'll start planning tomorrow," she said though I could tell in her voice that she might have even had a plan already in her mind. "but..., right now I know two virgins who need to pop their cherries right this minute." She stood up quickly, her boobs jiggling and bouncing from the sudden jolt. She grabbed my hand and nearly ran to the bedroom. "About that whole cherry-popping thing; are you scared it will hurt? I've always heard it does for girls the first time." "Not for me. Doctor says my hymen was broke years ago from all the extreme stretching I've done. Just get me good and wet first and then go real slow until I get used to it." She caressed my face gently, then turned and threw herself on the bed. "How do you want me? What pose can I do for you that turns you on the most?" "I really like those splits you did. I could feel your lips were spread wide apart and it really excited me." She didn't waste even two seconds in standing up and letting her legs split apart across the bed. "Come play with me baby. My kitty's all yours. Get me all wet with your fingers." I clamored up onto the bed, sitting awkwardly cross-legged on the bed, diving my hand under her like I had done earlier when she was dressed. I had been right before, her lips were spread very wide and it was like her love hole was just sitting there, ready to be caressed. Now that I knew what she liked, I felt around the hole with my fingers while searching the little bud with my thumb. It turned out not to be that little at all. Being spread wide, it too was protruding out even further than before.