5 comments/ 218788 views/ 24 favorites Jason's Journals Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Jason was a problem child, a troubled teen, and now that he was legally a man at 18-years-old, he was confronted with the decision of joining the Marine Corp or going to jail. Fed up with the revolving door juvenile system that Jason knew all to well, the judge gave him that ultimatum as the last straw. Jason's divorced, single mom, older sister, and same aged female cousin as him applauded the decision. He did not have a man in his life to set him straight. He was surrounded by women who lived with him and, for one reason or another, Jason was the only man in their lives and took advantage of that with them. They knew that Jason would never choose jail. He had avoided jail all of his life by being his own defense attorney. He was smart, very smart, and easily could have become a lawyer had he not chosen the opposite side of the law. Now, his streak of legalities and technicalities ran their course and he found himself out of luck and out of legal loopholes. "The defendant will rise," said the bailiff. Jason stood to face the court. With a practiced face full of sorrow and remorse, he turned to look at his mother, Sue, his sister, Chris, and his cousin, Ellen. "I'm sorry," he mouthed the words to his family then turned his attention back to the court proceedings against him and to the judge and rolled his eyes. "Give the court your answer, son," said the judge to Jason. Everyone in Jason's family was well above average in physical appearance and Jason was no exception, matter of fact, he was the best looking of a beautiful bunch, which is one of the reasons why he was able to make it this far in the legal system without being incarcerated. Someone always took pity on him figuring that anyone that good looking could not commit that crime. And it was just as true that Jason could have been a lawyer if he applied himself, as he could have been a male model. His mother a tall, striking blonde would have stolen the spotlight in the courtroom today had it not been for her daughter and her niece equally as blonde as they were tall and voluptuous. "I will join the Marines, your Honor." The judge pounded his gavel and addressed the bailiff. Mark the record that upon proof that this young man has joined the Marine Corp all charges against him are dropped. "All rise." It was done. Tomorrow morning, Jason had an appointment with the Marine recruiting office. Still, he was angry that his mother, sister, and cousin were the ones who turned him in and who delivered evidence against him forcing him to lose his case. The judge, tired of Jason's legal wrangling to tie the hands of the court and forced the court to drop charges and dismiss cases, was pleased to finally end the waste of court time by sending Jason away, if only to Iraq instead of to jail. "You know, son, if you were not such a criminal, you would make a great defense attorney," said the judge. "Maybe, when you return as a Marine, you will return as a man." Leave it to Jason to devise a plan to get back at the women in his life. After signing the paperwork to officially join the Marine Corp, he went to the bookstore and purchased four journals, a red one, a blue one, a green one, and a black one. That night, he went to work writing out his plan. The first to suffer his wrath was his mother, Sue. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the red journal. Today I joined the Marine Corp. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines. (He did no such thing. After scoring top of the charts in the verbal and written tests that the Marine Corp gave him, he was recommended to train at their intelligence office at the Pentagon.) My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield. (Fat chance, the Marine Corp knew a good thing when they saw it and wanted to train Jason to break codes sent over the Internet by terror organizations. Basically, once he completed his basic training, he was to skip and jump his rank to sergeant and once given a security clearance, he was highly recommended to work for the CIA as a Marine liaison.) The only person I will miss is Mom. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her but not as a son loves a mother. I love her as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word. Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. More than a few times, I stole glances at her through the keyhole. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my Mom. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over Mom. The first time I jerked off over her was when I saw her in her panty and bra. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light and her nightgown became virtually transparent, I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. And the time when she lost her bikini top at the beach and I saw her tits and her erect nipples before she covered herself with her hands and then a towel, I jerked off over that for months. Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair later that evening. Now, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with a woman. No one wants to have sex with a virgin. (Jason was no virgin, anyone as good looking as he was had his pick of girls and he had taken plenty of picks.) If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask. It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine. Only, still, I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis. (Chances are that, as a non-com, he is on the fast track to officer's training school with a bright future ahead of him, that is, so long as he stays out of trouble and in the military where his special talents are not only appreciated but encouraged.) I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my Mom. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Mom and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman and who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then Mom. He was laying it on especially thick here by his comments above knowing that when she read it, she would clutch it to her heart and feel sorrow for her son. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that it had been some time since she has had sex, she would fantasize about having sex with her son whenever she was alone with her thoughts and feeling horny. Oh, Mom, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and cum in your pussy. Oh, well, it is not to be. Jason knew what to write to get to his mother. He was so very smart. He hid the journal where he knew she would find it, beneath the mattress. That was the place where she found his stash of cash, his drugs, and the gun. It was befitting that she find his journal there, too. Jason was smart enough to know that the journal was not enough to seduce his mother. He needed more. He needed to rid the house of his sister and his cousin. He needed to get his mother alone and he needed to get his mother drunk. He called some friends and scored two tickets to see Tim McGraw in concert. He knew that Chris and Ellen were big fans of country music and Tim McGraw was Chris's favorite and McGraw's wife, Faith Hill, was her favorite. He sometimes wondered if Ellen wasn't a closet lesbian and he sometimes wondered if Chris and Ellen weren't lovers. The concert 50 miles away in the city would run late and by the time they made their way through the stadium traffic and drove the distance home, they would not arrive home until after 2am. He would put his plan in action Saturday night, a month before he was to leave for basic training. Saturday morning Jason sat at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and eating buttered toast. He heard his mother walk into his room overhead. She stripped his bed every Saturday morning and immediately came downstairs with the dirty linens. He could tell by the sudden silence of footsteps that she found the journal and, no doubt, was sitting on his bed reading it. Finally, she came downstairs with his dirty linens and a curious expression on her face. He did not have to look up from the morning paper to feel his mother's stare but he did look up. "Hi, Mom, you won't have to wash my sheets anymore after this month. I'll be gone." She burst into tears. "Oh, Jason," she ran to him and he stood to receive his mother's embrace, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I forced this upon you by turning you in but I did not know what else to do. I was frightened when I found that gun under your mattress. I did not want you to go to jail. I did not want you to die." It had been a long time since they had hugged and Jason got a good sense of his mother's body from her hug. It was obvious that she had nothing beneath her nightgown. He rested his hand just above her buttocks while his other hand rubbed her back. She responded to his touch by kissing his neck and his cheek. Her pubic bone against his aroused more than his revenge and, certainly, she must have felt his growing desire for her. "Let's do something tonight," she said. Chris and Ellen are going to the concert and we can go see a movie." "I'd rather not go out, Mom. Yesterday was a difficult day for me." Jason suddenly saddened his mother with guilt. "I have never felt so much emotion and I'm drained and scared about joining the Marines." He persevered making his mother feel worse. "Dad was a Marine. If only I had him here to help me through this." He paused looking down thinking of the time when his dog, Scooter, died and made his eyes fill up with tears. "I know Dad was a bastard, but I miss him. I haven't seen or heard from him in 10 years." Actually, he hated his father and, even though he was only 8-years-old, was glad that his father left the house making Jason the man of the house. She looked at her son with tear filled eyes. "Okay," she said in a voice that sounded like she was about to break out crying, again, "we can stay home tonight and I'll cook your favorite meal." "Shepard's Pie?" "Yes," she said for the first time showing happiness. "And chocolate chip cookies?" "Sure," she giggled, "why not." "Great and we can drink a bottle of wine to toast to Iraq. There are a couple of bottles left over from the holidays." "Oh, Jason," she threw herself in his arms again and cried, "I'm so sorry." Jason smiled with the success of his plan to seduce his mother. Sue dressed for the occasion; she wore a short skirt and a white button blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned showing a bit of cleavage. She looked more like a sexy secretary than she did a single mother. Jason showered, shaved, and splashed on cologne. He knew that if she was anything like him, than she was just as horny as he was and after a couple glasses of wine, and some grass, he hoped that she would allow him to do whatever he wanted. The evening progressed as planned with Sue flirting with her son like a school girl touching his arm, shoulder, and thigh. Jason knew that the compliments that he paid her in his journal went straight to the head of a vulnerable and lonely woman who has not had sex in years and just because she was his mother did not mean that she was not a woman with desires, wants, and needs. With each glass of wine, she was giving him plenty of unintentional down blouse of her bra and up skirt views of her white panty. Jason, a young man filled with more than his share of testosterone, would be lying if he said that seeing his mother's panty and bra did not turn him on and make him want her. They finished the bottle of wine with Jason making sure that his mother received the lion share of alcohol. She balked, at first, about smoking marijuana with her son, but her inhibitions, as well as her morals were already losing the war with the amount of alcohol that sabotaged her system. They snuggled on the couch, he with his arm around her and she with her head on his chest and her hand on his stomach with her forearm in constant contact with his penis, watching her favorite romantic movie, Pretty Woman. Jason hated Richard Gere but knew that watching this movie would get his mother's juices flowing, especially at the part where Richard Gere and Julia Roberts take a bubble bath together. Even though she had watched the movie more than a few times, she always made the same comment when this scene filled the screen. "Here's the good part where they take a bubble bath together. Oh, how luxurious is that to bathe with your lover." Jason knew that his mother's erogenous zones were her upper thigh almost at her hip and her back a little down from her shoulders and move towards the middle. He found that out by reading her diary. He made sure that he paid both those areas special attention. After a while, he saw her close her eyes and felt her squirm. Between the movie, the wine, and his special massage, she was putty in his hands. When his mother got up to use the downstairs bathroom to pee for the third time, Jason went upstairs and ran a bath for her to finish just as the movie ended. "Jason, can you fix the toilet? The water is running." "It's not the toilet, Mom. I'm running a bubble bath for you." "Oh," she put a hand to her mouth, "how sweet, just like Pretty woman." When the movie ended, Jason gave his mother a hug and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was nothing more than a son kissing his mother but it so surprised her that when the kiss was over; she took his face in her hands and returned his kiss, a kiss that pushed the envelope of a mother kissing her son. Had his mother slipped him her tongue, this could have been described as a hot, first date kiss. "I wish you were like this all the time, Jason. I only hope you return as a man." "I'm going to Iraq, Mom. Chances are that I won't—" "Shh, don't say it." She gave him a look that not only showed her love for him but also her sadness at the thought that he may not return home alive. "Please don't spoil this perfect evening by thinking bad thoughts." He helped her up and escorted her upstairs to the bathroom and turned off the water. He tested the temperature with his hand. "Here you go, Mom. Enjoy." He closed the door behind him as he left. Sue hummed the music to Pretty Woman as she stripped, first unbuttoning and removing her white blouse and folding it and putting it on the toilet seat. Then, she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt and folded that, also. The alcohol slowed her movements making her routine of undressing herself look more like a strip tease. She turned to check herself in the mirror before reaching behind her and unsnapping and removing her bra. She had a full B cup and her nipples were already erect from the attention that her son paid her. Jason could not believe when his mother closed her eyes, tilted back her head, and fingered her nipples. He had made her horny. Was she thinking still of the movie or of him? More than a few times, she moved her forearm across his cock and once reaching for her wine; her hand brushed over his semi-erect penis and paused, as if she was thinking about taking his cock in her hand through his pants and feeling it. Last, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. He watched her touch herself, albeit briefly. She was turning him on with her impromptu but all too quick show of masturbation. He watched her through the keyhole waiting until she was naked and done playing with herself before opening the bathroom door. Startled, she turned facing him and exposing all of her naked self to him. "Oh, sorry, Mom, I, uhm, was just bringing you some towels." Jason did not leave. He just stood there and stared at his naked mother. "It's okay." She squatted down in the warm water and covered her nakedness with her arms until there were sufficient bubbles covering her breasts. "Actually, can you keep me company?" "Sure. I'll be right back." Jason went out and returned with another glass of wine for his mother. She was half a glass from being drunk and by the time she finished her wine all of her inhibitions would disappear along with the bubbles. He lit up another joint and they passed it back and forth. "Why don't you come in and join me?" She giggled a sexy giggle. "Are you sure, Mom?" Jason asked hoping that she would not change her mind. "Sure, we'll reenact the bath tub scene in Pretty Woman." She giggled, again, and then hiccupped. Jason stood in front of his mother removed his shirt and pants, then he removed his t-shirt and stepped out of his boxers. Susan never removed her eyes from her son and by the look on her face she took it all in, even his nakedness. When he stepped into the bathtub, they laughed that either he was too big for the tub or the tub was too small for him because there was not enough room for him to get in with her. It made him horny watching his mother stare at his cock. "Your cock is just like your father's," she giggled and taking another sip of wine while still staring at his penis. "Really?" Hoping that she would take the hint and touch him, he put his hands on his hips and pushed them forward, as if offering her his cock. "Was Dad's bigger?" "I don't know. I've never seen you with an erection." She reached out for it, as he had hoped, "May I touch it?" Jason moved closer and then sat on the edge of the tub with his feet in the water while his mother fondled his cock and watched it grow until it was fully erect. "Yes, you are bigger than your father." She giggled wrapping her hand around his prick and gently stroking it, running her fingertips across the head of his cock, and stroking it some more. "Am I doing that to you?" She giggled. Making you hard?" "Well, yeah, I never had a woman touch, stroke, and stare at my cock the way you are doing it, until now," he lied. "It has been a long time since I have had a cock in my hand and longer since I have had your cock in my hand." She laughed, squeezed him in her hand and slowly but firmly stroked him some more. She closed her eyes, then opened them and stared at his cock. "It feels good." She stroked him. "You feel good." Jason stared at his mother's tits which were now fully exposed with the disappearance of bubbles. "Do you like them?" She asked. "What?" "My tits. I saw you staring at them." She let go of his cock and put her wine glass down. She looked down at her breasts, cupped them in her hands, and offered them up to her son. "Do you like them?" "They are beautiful, Mom." "Go ahead you can feel them if you like. I mean, it is only fair, I was holding your cock in my hand." Jason's Journals Ch. 01 "I've never felt naked tits, before," he lied again. He caressed her breasts taking more time with her nipples. He took them between his fingers and pulled out her nipples further. She put her head back and gasped. His cock grew harder with the touch of her tits. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock slowly stroking him again as he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. "That feels good, you touching my nipples." "Can I suck them?" "No," she said after a pause. She looked at him and pulled away. "That would be wrong." "Can we lie down together on your bed?" "Sure," she paused again and gave him a look, "but you must promise not to take advantage of me," she laughed. "I'm drunk." "I promise." She stood up and Jason wrapped a towel around her drying her. She relaxed her body allowing the weight of it to fall within her son's strong arms. He touched her everywhere. He stared at her pussy, her blonde hair looking light brown from being wet. He reached out his fingers and touched her naked mound. Then, he reached behind her and cupped her ass in his hand as he towel dried her. "Jason..." "What? I'm only helping to dry you." "I can do that myself." She pulled the towel away, wrapped it around her and reached for her robe. What is it with you women? You can have a towel wrapped tightly around you, yet, still put on a robe and remove the towel without us guys seeing anything. Women are the Houdini's of quick change. Once in the bedroom, she fell back on the bed. He could tell by the look on her face that the room was spinning. That was when he kissed her. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to explore hers. Her bathrobe was loosely tied and Jason deftly untied it and threw it open. She lifted one leg and Jason worked his way up from her thigh to her pussy. She gasped when he explored her deeper with his fingers. She was so wet and obviously very horny. It had been a long time since she had sex and Jason's journal, along with copious amounts of wine and sporadic puffs of grass had worked his magic in relaxing her inhibitions to making love with her son. "Mom, are you sure we should be doing this?" "I want to do this for you, Baby." No longer did she pause. He had turned her on so much that she was his for the taking. "I don't want you to go off to war without ever knowing what it is like not to be with a woman." "Mom, you read my journal." Jason could have won an Oscar for this performance. "I'm sorry, Jason. I had no idea that you had all those feelings for me." "Oh, Mother, how could I not?" He fingered her deeper and she gasped with his exploration of her pussy. "You are so beautiful." She scooted down the bed and took his cock in her hand. She stared at his erect penis as she stroked it. Jason, this is part of what a woman should do when making love. She took him in her mouth. He never expected his mother to suck his cock just as he never expected the level of ecstasy that he felt from having his mother sucking his cock. She continued blowing her son until he was rock hard, hard enough to penetrate her. Then, they made out. She spread her legs wide and Jason mounted his mother. She reached her hand down, took hold of his hard prick, and inserted him inside of her. "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me. I need to feel you deep inside of me. Fill me up with your big cock." For the first time in a long time, Jason obeyed his mother and did what she asked him to do. He fucked her. He fucked her hard until she cam in violent spasms. Then, he shot his hot load of cum deep inside of her. There was no worry of her getting pregnant; she had her tubes tied after he was born. They lay there for some time until she fell asleep. He got up, covered her nakedness with the sheet and left her room for his. He heard the front door unlock and the excited voices of Chris and Ellen laughing. Now, that he had seduced his mother, his sister, Chris, was next. Jason's Journals Ch. 02 It's been nearly a year since I wrote Jason's Journals. For those who did not read the first chapter where Jason seduces his mother, I suggest you read that chapter before this for some background. Nonetheless, I have taken a few exerts from the first part of the story and included them in the second part for those who only want to read this chapter and about Jason seducing his sister. After Jason seduces his sister, subsequent chapters are of Jason seducing his cousin. Jason was a problem child, a troubled teen, and now that he was legally a man at 18-years-old, he was confronted with the decision of joining the Marine Corps or going to jail. The judge gave him that ultimatum as the last straw. Jason's divorced, single mom, older sister, and same aged female cousin as him applauded the decision. He did not have a man in his life to set him straight. He was surrounded by women, his mother Sue, his sister, Chris, and his cousin, Ellen, who lived with him. Jason took advantage of living his troubled life with three beautiful women, albeit in an incestuous relationship with his mother, sister, and cousin. His mother a tall, striking blonde would have stolen the spotlight in the courtroom today had it not been for her daughter and her niece equally as blonde as they were tall and voluptuous. Jason was angry that his mother, sister, and cousin were the ones who turned him in and who delivered evidence against him forcing him to lose his case. The judge, tired of Jason's legal wrangling to tie the hands of the court and force the court to drop charges and dismiss cases, was pleased to finally end the waste of court time by sending Jason away, if only to Iraq instead of to jail. Leave it to Jason to devise a plan to get back at the women in his life. After signing the paperwork to officially join the Marine Corps, he went to the bookstore and purchased four journals, a red one, a blue one, a green one, and a black one. That night, he went to work writing out his plan. The second to suffer his wrath was his sister, Chris. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the blue journal. Today I joined the Marine Corps. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines. My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield. The only person I will miss is my older sister, Chris. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her, but not as a brother loves a sister. I love her as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word. Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. I only wish she wasn't my sister. More than a few times, I stole glances of her through the keyhole. I've seen her in her panty and bra, I've seen her topless, I've seen her bottomless, and I've seen her naked. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my sister. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over her. I love it when she wears her peasant blouse with no bra and her short button skirt and leaves the bottom button unbuttoned. The first time I jerked off over her was when I saw her in her panty and bra. She thought she was alone in the house. She didn't know that I was there and looking to see what I could see. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light shining through the window or when she opened the refrigerator door at night, her nightgown became so transparent that I could see the entire side outline of her big C cup tits. There was that time she was outback naked sunbathing. She didn't know that I came home sick from work and went to bed, until I heard her radio and looked out my bedroom window. I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. I jerked off over that for months. Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. Later that evening when I was alone in my room, I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair. Only, I'm tired of jerking off to the images of my sister. I want to know what it is like to be with my sister and a woman. Now, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with my sister and to feel what a woman's body feels like in my hands. No one wants to have sex with a virgin. If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask. It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine to die in Iraq. Had I been stationed anywhere other than the middle east, I'd have a chance to be with a woman, but they don't like their women sleeping around, especially with an American. There are strict rules about that sort of thing. They'd cut my head off if I tried. Only, I'm always so horny and I don't want to lose my head over my horniness. If only I could know what it is like to be with my sister before I left for war, never to return. I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman, to feel her tits and to take them in my mouth and suck her nipples. I wonder what it is like to see her pussy up close, to touch her pussy, and to eat a woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis. I wonder what it feels like to get a blowjob. I wish I had someone who could help me and teach me about things before I left for war and before I died. I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my big sister. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Chris and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman. Who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then my big sister? I would die peacefully knowing that I told my sister that I loved her and that she was the one who showed me how to love another woman. His journal entries played his sister knowing that when she read it, she would feel guilt and pity for her little brother. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that it had been some time since she has had sex after she broke up with her boyfriend, she would fantasize about having sex with her brother and hopefully act upon the thoughts. What did she have to lose? He may not return from war and no one will know that she had sex with her brother. Moreover, she would have helped her brother through a bad time. Oh, Chris, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and pull out before I cum in your pussy so that you can take me in your mouth and finish me off with a blowjob. I wish I could cum in your mouth. Oh, well, it is not to be. The guys in basic training will give me a terrible time when they find out that I'm a virgin and that I've never even touched a naked woman. I don't even have to tell them, they'll know. When they talk about being with women, I'll have nothing to say to prove that I've been with a woman. Jason knew what to write in his blue journal to get to his sister. He was smart. He hid the journal where he knew she'd find it on top of his wardrobe. That was the place where she found his list of drug customers and book of payments. It was befitting that she'd find his journal there, too. To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 03 Jason was smart enough to know that the journal was not enough to seduce his sister. He needed more. He needed to rid the house of his mother and his cousin. He needed to get his sister alone and he needed to get his sister drunk. Drunk and alone would be the only way that his sister would have sex with him, that and feeling guilt for her part in turning him into the authorities. He knew that if she felt that he may not return alive, that she'd do whatever to ease her guilt, even if it meant having sex with her baby brother. Fate stepped in when his uncle, Ellen's father, his mother's brother, called and ask them to drive out to upstate New York for a visit. He worked for General Electric and his job required frequent traveling. He was gone for months at a time. His wife suddenly died some years before, which is the reason why Ellen lived with them. Fortunately, for Jason, but unfortunately for Chris, it was a time that she was unable to go with them. She had a part-time job and her senior functions at school necessitated her attendance to help with the preparations for this year's college graduation. Besides, she had final exams soon that she needed to study for to make sure she received high enough marks for graduate school. Monday morning Jason sat at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and eating buttered toast. He heard his sister walk into his room from the creak of the hardwood floor overhead. He knew that she routinely checked the top of his wardrobe to make sure that he was still clean and not selling drugs before he left for the Marine Corps, but she didn't know that he knew. When he didn't hear her footsteps leaving his room, he figured that she found the journal, no doubt, and was sitting on his bed reading it. Finally, she came downstairs with a curious expression on her face. He did not have to look up from the morning paper to feel his sister's stare but he looked up anyway. "Hi, Chris, this time next month, I'll be gone." She burst into tears. "Oh, Jason," she ran to him and he stood to receive his sister's embrace, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I forced this upon you by turning you in, but I did not know what else to do. I did not want you to go to jail. I did not want you to die on the streets selling drugs. And now, I feel so guilty that you may not come home alive from Iraq." It had been a long time since they had hugged and Jason got a good sense of his sister's body from her hug. When he put his arms around her, it was obvious that she had nothing beneath her nightgown. He rested his hand just above her buttocks while his other hand rubbed her back. She responded to his touch by hugging him tighter and kissing his cheek. He could feel her big tits pressed against his T-shirt. Then, she did something that even his mother didn't do. She kissed him on the lips. He had to control himself from slipping her some tongue. It was not a romantic kiss but was certainly longer than a respectable brother and sister kiss should have been. She arched her back after kissing him to gaze in his eyes. Her pubic bone against his aroused more than his revenge and, certainly, she must have felt his growing desire for her. He was wearing pajamas without underwear and when Chris released him from her hug, his cock stood straight out. She sat down at the kitchen table and Jason walked over to her with his erection sticking straight out behind the thin material of his pajama bottoms. His erect cock was inches from her mouth, as he stood and rubbed her shoulder. The front of her nightgown puffed forward and Jason had a clear view of her tits nearly down to her nipples. She had a rack and he loved the modesty that his mother, sister, and cousin failed to have when walking around him. It was obvious that they trusted him and felt comfortable around him believing that he wasn't lusting over their bodies in the way that all guys do, especially guys who are around his testosterone filled age. "Don't feel guilty. It's not your fault. All of this is my fault. And I accept full responsibility for my actions, even if it causes me to die in some foreign country fighting a war to make politicians wealthier," he said laying it on thick while allowing his hand to slide from her shoulder to her back. "Did I do that?" She stared down at his erection that puffed out his pajama bottoms that Jason positioned a few inches from her mouth. "Oh, God, I'm so embarrassed," he said feigning embarrassment and covering his erection with his hand. "Don't be embarrassed. It's natural, especially at your age." "Let's do something tonight," she said. "With mom and Ellen gone for the week, we can go see a movie." "I'd rather not go anywhere," he said. If there was an Oscar for guilt and shame, he would have won it. "I'm depressed. This is a difficult time for me." Jason suddenly saddened his sister with remorse. "I'm scared about joining the Marines and going to Iraq. I have a funny feeling that I won't come home alive." He persevered making his sister feel worse. "Dad was a Marine. If only I had him here to help me through this." He paused looking down thinking of the time when his dog, Scooter, died to make his eyes fill up with tears. "I know Dad was a bastard, but I miss him. I haven't seen or heard from him in 10 years." Actually, he hated his father and, even though he was only 8-years-old, was glad that his father left the house making Jason the man of the house. Chris looked at her brother with tear filled eyes. "Okay," she said in a voice that sounded like she was about to break out crying. "We don't have to go anywhere or do anything. Just know that I'm here for you and I will help you get through this." "Actually, there is something that I'd like to do." "What's that?" "Get drunk. I'd like to get drunk with my big sister before I go off to war." "Are you sure that's a good idea, Jason?" "C'mon, sis, I haven't been high since Mom found my drugs and took them all away." "Okay, that's something that we can do tonight, but you have to promise you will stay in the house and not call any of your degenerate friends over the house." "I promise." "I'll buy some beer and we can drink to you coming home safely from Iraq." "That sounds like a plan." "Oh, Jason," she got up from the table and threw herself in his arms again, "I'm so sorry, but it's going to be okay." Jason's cock grew erect again and he knew that his sister could feel his big prick pulsating against her stomach through the sheer fabric of her nightgown and the thin cotton of his pajama bottom. He knew that when she didn't pull away and recoil in disgust by his obvious arousal to her body that his plan to seduce his sister was working. To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 04 Chris dressed for the occasion; she wore bright white cotton bikini panties beneath her short button skirt and left the bottom button undone. Subconsciously, Jason's journal had an influence in the outfit that she selected for getting drunk with her brother. She removed her bra and pulled her peasant blouse over her head and down across her bare breasts. She looked in the mirror. Her nipples not only made an appearance but also the outline of her full breasts was evident through the sheer white material of her blouse. Jason showered, shaved, and splashed on cologne. He knew that if his sister was anything like him and anything like their horny mother, he'd have her naked after three beers. After reading his journal, he hoped she allowed him to do whatever he wanted to her naked body. He wanted to eat her pussy. He wanted her to cum in his mouth. He wanted to fuck her. He was hoping for a blowjob. He wanted to cum in her mouth. He couldn't believe it when he saw his sister come downstairs wearing his favorite outfit of choice, his cock immediately responded with a semi-erection. He knew then that she was putty in his hands and that the first part of his plot to seduce his sister was working. He looked closer to see if he could see nipples pushing against the cotton of her blouse and he could. Matter of fact, when she moved to the light, he could see the whole outline of her big tits. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Wow! You look hot. I don't know if you know this, but that's my favorite outfit." "Really, I don't know why I picked this outfit. I just thought I'd wear this. I felt that this was a special occasion getting drunk with my baby brother and I wanted to wear something other than jeans." She looked down at herself. "Besides, this skirt was one of the few things clean and the blouse is very comfortable to wear." She smiled up at him. "I'm glad you like it, but aren't you going to get dressed?" "I showered and shaved. I figured if I'm going to drink to an excess, I'm better off wearing my pajamas." He looked down at himself. "I put on a clean pajama bottom for the occasion and if I wear anything more than a T-shirt when I drink, I get hot." Jason allowed his sister the couch while he sat in the arm chair across from her. From where he sat, he had a good view up his sister's skirt should she not sit with her legs completely closed. Only, with the skirt that she was wearing with the bottom button undone, it didn't matter how she sat because he had a clear view of her panty anyway, even if she sat with her knees glued together. The only time he couldn't see her panties was when she crossed her legs. Yet, during the process of her crossing and uncrossing her legs, he had a clear view of white cotton. The evening progressed as planned drinking beer and sharing conversation. By the third beer, he could tell that Chris was high but not yet drunk. He waited until she consumed the fourth and fifth beer. He couldn't believe his big sister was keeping up with him. His plan was hoping that she would pass out drunk so that he could carry her upstairs, strip her naked, and have his way with her. Unfortunately, that part of the plan was not working. Had he not gone out to the kitchen to get the next round, Chris had volunteered to get the beers before giving him plenty of panty shots when she got up and sat back down, he would have not noticed the evidence that Chris had been pouring some of her unfinished beer down the drain. He figured that she drank the first three. Knowing that she was not drunk, but high, he used that information to his advantage. Just as it did with his mother, he knew that the compliments that he paid his sister in his journal went straight to the head of a horny young and lonely woman who has not had sex since she broke up with her boyfriend last year. More than a few times, he heard her vibrator. More than a few times, she took extra long baths and showers. He knew she was just as horny as he was and more so with alcohol involved. Why else would she wear the exact outfit he had mentioned in the journal? Why else would she tease him by flashing him her panty the entire evening? With each bottle of beer, she gave him more accidentally on purpose down blouse of her big, round tits and up skirt views of her bright white cotton bikini panty. Jason, a young man filled with more than his share of testosterone, would be lying if he said that seeing his sister's cleavage and panty did not turn him on and make him want her. He paraded around in front of her with his constant erection bouncing up and down and wiggling from side to side. When he sat across from her, the side of his cock was exposed through the opening in his pajama bottom and more than once he caught her looking. It was obvious that his antics were getting to her. After they finished the first six pack his sister pulled out a joint. "There's only so much beer that I can drink, Jason." She patted her stomach. "I don't need the extra calories and carbs." She pulled a joint from her pocket, lit up, and inhaled offering the grass to her brother. "I figure you'll be exposed to worse over there," she said letting out a haze of smoke as she talked. He came over to where she sat on the couch. He sat beside her making sure that he sat on the left side of her that gave her a look of the side of his cock should she look down at the opening in his pajama bottom. Whenever he sat, the opening in his pajama bottom opened and had his cock not been erect, it would have popped out of his pajamas. The feeling of his thigh against her thigh insured and maintained his constant erection. They were working on the second six pack of beer when Jason discovered that his sister had dumped out some of her beer. Yet, she had consumed enough of the alcohol and was now smoking her second marijuana cigarette. She was more than high. "I'm feeling dizzy," he said slouching and resting the side of his head against the side of her big tit. His mouth was inches from the impression her erect nipple made in her blouse. "Get comfortable and lay on my lap until it passes," she said stroking his hair as she would the stroke the cat. Jason positioned himself on her lap making sure when he did that he raised the side of her skirt with the movement of his neck and shoulder. Should he turn his head to the left, he now had a clear view between his sister's legs and of her camel toed panty. He could smell her obvious excitement from her seeing her brother's pajama clad erection and now being in contact with his hard, young body, his plan to seduce his sister was working. She allowed her hand to rest on his lower stomach and left it there as they talked. Occasionally, she tickled him and the movement of him trying to escape her tickles put his cock in continual contact with her hand. He figured she was doing it purposely to get a feel without him suspecting. Then, he'd tickle her in return making sure that he accidentally on purpose felt the bottom and sides of her big tits. Now, that the tickling ended, the bottom palm of her hand rested on the top of his pubic hair with her fingers nearly touching the base of his cock. Jason allowed his cock to go flaccid so that the length of it would bump her hand when as it grew erect, again. He hoped that she would get the hint and make a move. To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 05 "So, tell me, did you have sex with your boyfriend?" "Jason? I'm not going to talk to you about my sex life." "C'mon, tell me. Please." "We fooled around some." "What do you mean by fooled around some?" "The usual stuff, he felt me up." "He felt your tits?" "Yeah, of course." "Did he get to see them?" "Yes, Jason, he saw my tits, both of them," she said laughing. "Did he suck your nipples?" "Jason? This is getting a little weird little brother." "C'mon, we're both drunk. What's the harm? Tell me, did you let him suck your tits?" "Yeah, he sucked my nipples." "And then what, did he get to second base?" "What do you mean, my pussy?" "Yeah, did he finger you?" "Yeah, I guess, a little." "Did you let him eat you?" "Okay, this is too much. Stop with these type of questions. I'm not comfortable talking about this with you." "C'mon, did you let him eat you?" "Yes, I did, okay, a couple of times." "Was he any good at it?" "No, like most guys, he dabbled while fumbling around down there." "So you've had other guys get you off orally?" "I'm not going there." "Did you get him off?" "What do you mean?" "You know, did you give him a hand job." "God, Jason, you're making me horny thinking about a stiff cock in my hand." "So, did you give him a hand job?" "Yeah, I gave him a hand job." "How many times?" "I don't know." "C'mon, take a guess." "Maybe a couple dozen times." "Wow!" "We dated for nearly three years." "What about a blowjob? Did you suck his cock?" "Gees, Jason," she said squirming beneath his head. "Yeah, a few times I blew him. Okay, lots of times, I blew him, which is one of the reasons why I'm no longer with him. He just wanted me to do him without giving me any sexual satisfaction." "I can't believe you sucked his cock." "It's no big deal for a woman to suck a guy's cock. It's not that personal." "I would think it would be very personal." "Making love is personal. Intercourse is a bigger deal to a woman." "Did you let him cum in your mouth?" "Okay, that's enough. You're getting too excited." She reached down and touched my cock with her index finger. "You're getting a hard on. You're such a horny dog." "So did he?" "Did he what?" "Did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes, he shot his cum in my mouth a hundred times and I swallowed it all after licking him clean, if that is your next question." "Sorry, Sis, I don't mean anything by it, I just was curious. I don't have much experience." Jason remained quiet for a few seconds before looking up at his sister. "Did you really suck him off a hundred times?" "Yeah, probably, you guys are insatiable." "So, you had intercourse with him." "Intercourse? Yeah, we made love. He was always finding an excuse to sleep over in my dorm room." "Was he any good?" "I'm not answering you. It's my turn to ask you some questions." Jason's cock started growing and throbbing. The tip of it pulsated against the bottom of his sister's hand. He knew he had her when she didn't move her hand away. He knew that he had made her terribly horny. He made himself more comfortable in his sister's lap by inching his way higher. Now her hand was in direct contact with his erect cock with her fingers touching the base of it. "So, tell me, what have you done with girls?" "Me? Nothing? I've embarrassed to tell you that I'm a virgin." "You seriously expect me to believe that you've never been with a girl?" "Never." "You've never felt a tit?" "A tit? No?" "Never had a hand job or a blowjob?" "Nope never, other than jerking off, I've never cum off with anyone buy myself." "You poor boy." "Why? You don't think that I'm gay, do you?" "Do you think of other men?" "God no," Jason said lifting his head to look at her with his ear pressed against her tit and his cock pressed against her hand. "Then, you're not gay." "How can I be sure? What if I am gay?" She reached down and put her hand on his cock through his pajamas. "What do you feel when I touch your cock?" "I'm not sure. Take it out and wrap your hand around it." She shot him a look before reaching her fingers inside the opening of his pajama bottom and pulling out his erect cock. He looked at her staring at his prick. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began lightly stroking him. "You're a lot bigger than my boyfriend." "Really?" "Yeah," she said mindlessly stroking his cock. "What do you feel now when I do this?" "It feels good when you do that." She stopped and let go of his cock. "This is so wrong and I am so sorry, but—" "Please, Chris, don't stop. Teach me. Touch me." He reached up and touched her nipple with his fingertips. He caressed her tits through her blouse. She didn't stop him. She looked down and watched him feeling her breasts. Immediately her nipple responded and she put her head back, closed her eyes, and inhaled. "Oh, you have no idea how good that feels." "Your tits feel so big." She reached down and took his cock in her hand, again. "Okay, but you can never tell anyone that we did this." "Did what?" "Had sex, you dork." "Okay." "Promise me." "I promise." With that, she reached down and lifted her peasant blouse up and over her head. She was topless and her big tits practically rested on Jason's forehead. "Wow! They're beautiful." He reached up and cupped her breast, first the left one and then the right one. Her nipples were completely erect. "You mean to tell me and expect me to believe that you've never felt a bare breast before?" "No." She watched him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. "Go ahead you can suck my nipples." Jason turned his head and took her nipple in his mouth, as she cradled his head in her lap as if she was breast feeding a baby. She silently moaned. "That feels so good. It's been a while since someone has sucked my nipples." "I love your tits, Chris. They are so big and soft and firm at the same time. And your nipples are so big. I love sucking your big nipples." She tightened her grip on his cock stroking him faster now. The more he talked about her tits and sucking her tits, the faster she stroked him. It was obvious that pillow talk made her horny. "How does it feel for your big sister to give her little brother a hand job? Do you like feeling my hand around your stiff prick?" "It feels wonderful." "I love your prick. It is so big and so hard." "I'm glad you love my big, hard prick." She slowed her stroking while staring at his cock without talking. "Did you ever have a blowjob?" "I already told you no." She continued stroking his cock without talking. The elapsed time of her silence seemed like minutes when it was only a few seconds. "Do you want a blowjob?" "Really?" "Yes or no?" "Yes." "Stand up and get closer." To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 06 Jason's cock stuck straight out. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. "Oh, suck it, Chris, suck it," he said placing one hand behind her head and another hand on her tit. "Blow me. Suck my cock." She reached out and cupped his balls. The sensation of his sister sucking his cock gave him a feeling of comfort, lust, and excitement all at the same time. He watched her sucking his cock. He looked down at her pretty blonde hair, her delicate shoulders, and fair, freckled skin. She had incredible tits and he could not get enough of them. He alternated his hands feeling her big tit and fingering her nipple. It turned him on to see his sister's lips wrapped around her cock. He loved it when she pulled him from her mouth and twirled her tongue around his tip while looking up at him. "Yeah, that's right, Chris, suck my big cock. Take it all in your mouth. Lick the tip with your tongue. Now, stroke it as you suck it. Blow me, baby." The more he talked the more she was getting turned on and the faster she stroked him and sucked him deeper. "This is the best blowjob I've ever had." "I thought you never had a blowjob before? I thought this was your first blowjob," she said spitting him from her mouth and looking up at him. "It is. This is the first blowjob. I don't know why I said what I did. I just did." "Well, before you cum in my mouth, I want you to eat my pussy. I'm so freaking horny that I'm dripping wet. Don't worry," she said, as she unbuttoned her skirt and wiggled out of her bikini panties. "I'll show you what to do." She had a trimmed pussy with pubic hair a couple shades darker than the hair on her head. Anyone who wondered, once seeing her pubic hair would know that she was a natural blonde. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a small hand towel placing it beneath her on the couch. "I don't want to stain the couch," she said lifting her bottom and carefully placing it down upon the towel. Jason sat by her feet and reached out her fingers. "So, this is what it looks like, huh?" "What do you think?" "Looking at your pussy is as weird as it must be for you to look at my cock." "You have a nice cock, long and thick. You are going to make some woman very happy one day. Matter of fact, after you eat me and get me off, I can't wait for you to fuck me with that weapon. Only, don't cum off in me. I can get pregnant. I stopped taking the pill a few months after I broke up with David. I'll suck you off after you pull out. You can cum in my mouth. Okay?" Jason gently fingered his sister. "Okay," said Jason, still staring at his sister's pussy. "How's that?" "Good, but more gently. This isn't a trigger to a power tool. It's my clit. Feel that bump there with your fingertip?" "Yeah," he said while she directed his fingers with her hand. "Well, gently concentrate on that as you insert your finger, but not all the way inside. Use your middle finger like this with a gentle slow circular wiggle while your index explores up and over the ridge only as deep as your first knuckle." "Like this?" Jason contorted his fingers to accommodate his sister. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Right there. That's good. Don't stop. Not so hard. Good." Jason continued masturbating his sister. He reached his other hand out to feel her tits and fondle her nipples. She pulled and twisted her nipple while he felt the other one. Then, they switched, she pulled and twisted her other nipple while he caressed and fondled her other tit. After a few minutes, she was getting ready to cum. She nearly kicked him when she straightened out her legs with her explosive orgasm. "Man that was incredible," she said leaning down to French kiss him. This was the first time he had French kissed his sister and immediately, his cock hardened. They kissed like that for a few minutes while he caressed her tits and she fondled his cock. He relly enjoyed kissing his sister. "You are a good kisser. No one has ever kissed me like that before." Only, someone had kissed him like that before. His mother had French kissed him exactly like that when he was fucking her. "Okay, I'm ready," she said fixing the pillow behind her neck and flattening her body on the couch. "Ready for what, a nap?" "No, I'm ready to get fucked." She held out her arms. "Fuck me. I need to feel your cock in my pussy." He liked it when his sister talked dirty to him. It made him want to talk dirty to her. "So," he said holding his cock in his hand, "you want my big, thick, hard cock in your pussy." "Oh, yeah, I want to be fucked and fucked hard." She patted the sofa. "That's why I'm on the couch so that you can really bang me without hurting me. The couch is much better than the floor. I want you to split me in two with that monster," she said laughing. Jason climbed on top of his sister. He felt her hand reach down and insert his stiff prick in her wet pussy. She was so wet that he just slid right in. He felt her pussy grab hold of his cock like a clamshell. She was nice and tight and her tightness gave him plenty of resistance as he slowly started a rhythmic humping. He was fucking his sister. She humped him back until they were working together as one. It was an unbelievable feeling to be fucking his sister. He never knew it would feel like this. He never knew it would be so exciting, enjoyable, and wicked. "Don't cum in me," she warned again. "If you feel like you are about to cum pull out and I'll suck you off. You can cum in my mouth, okay?" "Will you swallow?" "No, I'm going to spit your cum all over the couch and rug." She lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Yeah, of course, I'll swallow your load. I've done everything else, haven't I?" They continued their humping action for a few more minutes. Jason wanted to get his sister off. He wanted her to cum, but he couldn't hold back any longer. She felt too good. "Okay, now, I'm feeling like I'm going to lose it." "Quick! Get off me. Pull out. Hurry." Jason pulled back and she released his cock. She sat up and leaned her head against his flat belly taking his hard, wet cock in her mouth. "I love tasting my own juices," she said. "There's nothing like pussy juice," she said impaling her mouth with his cock, again. "Blow me, Chris. Really suck me off. I want to explode my load in your mouth." "I'm ready for you to cum any time. I love sucking your cock. I love sucking cock. I'd even suck your friends off if you wanted me," she said stroking him faster. "I don't know if you are just saying that because you are turned on blowing me or if you are a pig." "A little of both, I think." With that, Jason exploded a load of warm ooze in his sister's mouth. He placed his hand behind her head with his fingers running through her pretty blonde hair as he unloaded in all that he had in her mouth and she swallowed ever drop, even taking the time to lick him clean with her tongue. To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 07 The third to suffer his wrath was his cousin, Ellen. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the green journal. Today I joined the Marine Corps. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines. My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield. The only person I will miss is my cousin, Ellen. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her, but not as a cousin loves his cousin, but as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word. Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. I only wish she wasn't my 18-year-old blood related cousin. More than a few times, I stole glances of her through the keyhole. I've seen her in her panty and bra, I've seen her topless, I've seen her bottomless, and I've seen her naked. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my cousin. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over her. I love it when she wears her tight blue jeans that shows the top of her thong and her low cut blouse that shows her demi-cup bra. The first time I jerked off over her was when she emerged naked from her shower. She thought she was alone in the house. She didn't know that I was there and looking to see what I could see. I waited on the stairs hoping that she would open the bathroom door while putting on her towel. I never expected her to come out naked. "Jason!" She screamed. "What the fuck! You could have told me you were there on the stairs." "Sorry," I said running to my room to jerk off over her nakedness. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light shining through the window or when she opened the refrigerator door at night, her nightgown became so transparent that I could see the entire side outline of her big B cup tits. She's always walking around me in just in her nightgown. Then, there was that hot summer when she slept naked and I walked in her room to wake her up and she threw her slippers at me. I was always seeing something of hers that she was unintentionally showing. She made me wonder if it was accidental or if she was an exhibitionist and showing me her body on purpose. I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. I jerked off over that for months. Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. Later that evening when I was alone in my room, I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair. Only, I'm tired of jerking off to the images of my hot cousin. I want to know what it is like to be with my cousin with her as my woman. Now, going off to war, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with my cousin and to feel what a woman's body feels like in my hands. No one wants to have sex with a virgin. If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask. It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine to die in Iraq. Had I been stationed anywhere other than the middle east, I'd have a chance to be with a woman, but they don't like their women sleeping around, especially with an American. There are strict rules about that sort of thing. They'd cut my head off if I tried. Only, I'm always so horny and I don't want to lose my head over my horniness. If only I could know what it is like to be with my sister before I left for war, never to return. I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman, to feel her tits and to take them in my mouth and suck her nipples. I wonder what it is like to see her pussy up close, to touch her pussy, and to eat a woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis. I wonder what it feels like to get a blowjob. I wish I had someone who could help me and teach me about things before I left for war and before I died. I want my cousin. I want Ellen. I dream about her every night. I dream about sucking her tits, playing with her pussy, and fucking her. I dream about her sucking my cock and cumming in her mouth. I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my cousin. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Ellen and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman. Who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then my beautiful cousin? I would die peacefully knowing that I told my cousin that I loved her and that she was the one who showed me how to love another woman. His journal entries played his cousin knowing that when she read it, she would feel guilt and pity for her cousin. They were the same age. They knew the same people. They were very close. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that she had never had sex, she would fantasize about having sex with her cousin and hopefully act upon the thoughts. What did she have to lose? He may not return from war and no one will know that she had sex with her cousin. Moreover, she would have helped her cousin through a bad time. Oh, Ellen, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and pull out before I cum in your pussy so that you can take me in your mouth and finish me off with a blowjob. I wish I could cum in your mouth. Oh, well, it is not to be. The guys in basic training will give me a terrible time when they find out that I'm a virgin and that I've never even touched a naked woman. I don't even have to tell them, they'll know. When they talk about being with women, I'll have nothing to say to prove that I've been with a woman. Jason knew what to write in his green journal to get to his cousin. He was smart. He hid the journal where he knew she would find in his bottom bureau drawer under his sweaters. He still hides his marijuana there when he has any and she always steals some. That was the place where she found his secret stash of drugs and gave it to his mother, after she removed some for herself, of course. It was befitting that she find his journal there, too. To be continued... Jason's Journals Ch. 08 "Asshole," said Ellen from his doorway. "What did I do?" He looked up at her from his bed. "I read your journal, pervert." She stepped into his room and lowered her voice. "What kind of sicko are you that you want to sleep with your cousin." She kicked him in the shin. "Get a girlfriend or a blowup doll." "I can't believe you read my journal. I can't believe you invaded my privacy." "Yeah, right, you left it where you knew I'd find it in your drawer, under your sweaters, where you keep your grass." She glared at him. "You wanted me to know that you want me. You wanted to see what I'd do." "You're not going to tell, Mom, are you?" "I should rat you out, you piece of shit." She sat next to him on her bed. "Only, maybe we can help one another." "What do you mean?" "I'm a virgin, too." Jason couldn't believe that his cousin was not only a virgin but also believed what he wrote about her in the journal. "And all those times you saw me naked, I exposed myself to you on purpose." "I knew it." He smiled at her. "So, who's the sicko now?" "You are," she said punching him in the shoulder. "So, what do you have in mind? How can we help one another?" "The girls at school are all experienced. They've already been eaten, fucked, sucked, and given dozens of hand jobs and blowjobs." "Okay, I'm following you so far. What does that have to do with me?" "Duh? You're so dense." She pointed from him to her. "Maybe we can teach one another some stuff, you know, experiment with some sexual things." She turned red. "I'm willing if you are." "Wait, are you asking me to have sex with you?" "That's what you wanted wasn't it? I mean, you did write all the shit in your journal about wanting to see me naked, suck my tits, eat me, fuck me, and have me suck your cock, didn't you?" "Yeah, I did, but I really never expected you to—" "Listen, shithead, if you aren't interested then—" she stood up to leave and sat back down when he tugged at her arm. "I'm interested. I'm interested." "Okay, I'm willing if you are. Only, no one must find out. I'd feel like the bigger pervert allowing you to have sex with me, your blood related cousin." She got up from the bed. "And you can't come inside me. I don't want to get pregnant, especially with my cousin's baby." "Okay," said Jason thinking of her sucking him off in the way his sister sucked him off. "I'll pull out before I cum and maybe you can blow me and I can cum in your mouth." "Well, I don't know about blowing you and having you cum in my mouth, yet. Let's take one step at a time." "So when and how are we going to do this?" "I'll stay home from school tomorrow. I'll pretend I'm not feeling well. After Aunt Sue goes to work, we'll try some stuff." "Okay." "And you better be gentle and not go psycho on me and rape me 'cause I'll beat the crap out of you." "Yeah, sure, don't worry. I'll be gentle." The next morning Ellen stayed in bed and Sue came in her room to wake her. "Ellen, Honey, you're going to be late for school." "I'm not feeling well, Auntie. I have bad cramps." "You feel better, Ellen, dear. Jason is home if you need anything," she said closing the door to her bedroom. "Thanks, Auntie Sue." "Jason, Ellen is staying home. Check on her later to see if she needs anything." "Okay, bye Mom. Have a nice day at work." Finally, Jason and Ellen were alone. "Do you want me to come to your room or do you want to come to my room?" said Jason from his room. "You come to my room." Jason had already showered and shaved and Ellen had showered late the night before. He was wearing his pajama bottoms without underwear and she was wearing her nightgown and nothing else. He already had a semi-erection when he walked in her room. He sat on her bed and she flipped off the covers. Her nightgown was up to the middle of her thighs. Jason stared at her legs. He could nearly see her pussy, he imagined. "What should we do first?" "I don't know, let's kiss," said Ellen. "You want to make out?" "Not if you don't want to." "Yeah, I think making out will get us both in the mood," said Jason. Jason moved beside his cousin in bed and leaned into her. She put her arm around his neck and they kissed. It was a clumsy kiss at first, but it got better as soon as they started French kissing. Immediately, his hand found her tit. "Wait," she said brushing his hand away. "Don't attack me." "Attack you? I felt your tit." He stared at her. "You never had your tit felt before?" "Yeah, I've had my tits felt, but I don't want to be attacked in my own bedroom. Take it slow. Okay?" "Okay." They started kissing, again. She reached her hand down and took hold of his cock. "What the Hell is that?" Jason broke off the kiss and looked at his cousin. "It's okay for you to grope me, but I can't do the same to you?" "Go ahead, you can feel my tits." With that, Ellen fondled Jason's cock while Jason caressed and felt Ellen's tits and fingered her nipples. "Can I see it?" said Ellen breaking off the kiss and looking down at Jason's erection. "You want to see my cock?" "Yeah, I've never seen one up close." "Okay." Jason moved to pull out his cock. "Wait, I want to do it?" "Go ahead," he said leaning back. Ellen stuck her fingers in his pajama bottoms, wrapped her hand around his cock, and pulled it out. "It's weird looking. It has veins. It's ugly. I like how it feels, though," she said staring at it. "What do I do now?" "Stroke it a little." "Like this," she said moving her hand up and down. "Does that feel good?" "Yeah, your hand feels good only tighten your grip a little." "How's that?" "Great." Jason moved Ellen's nightgown up exposing her pussy. "Gees, El, you are so bushy. Don't you ever shave this forest?" "I have," she said pulling down her nightgown. "I'm sorry," said Jason lifting it back up and exposing her bushy pussy. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "You didn't. You just made me feel weird." "Can I see your tits?" Ellen looked over at her bedroom door. "There's no one here, El, just the two of us." "Yeah, I know, but if we are naked and someone was to come in the house, we wouldn't have time to get dress and go in our respective rooms." "No one will come. Mom is working and Chris is at school." "Okay," she said pulling her nightgown up and over her head. Jason was all over her tits, feeling, caressing, and fingering her nipples. He leaned down and was about to suck them, but thought better of it. "Can I suck your tits?" "Yeah, okay, sure, but take it easy with the nipples. They're sensitive. I think I'm getting my period, which would explain why I'm so horny." He took one tit in his mouth rolling his tongue around her nipple and then he took another. Meanwhile, Ellen never let go of his cock. She seemed fascinated with his prick. "It's so big, Jason. I'd be afraid to put it in my mouth." "Do you want to try?" "Okay, maybe." She leaned down and kissed the tip of it before flicking out her tongue and licking the top of it. "Go ahead, pretend it's a Popsicle and put it in your mouth. Suck it. Don't be afraid. I won't cum in your mouth. I can't cum off that fast." "You sure? 'Cause I don't want you cumming off in my mouth unless I ask you to." "Yeah, don't worry. I won't." She leaned down further and took more of his cock in her mouth. Jason gently pushed her head down until she started gagging. "I'm cumming!" "Wait! Don't!" She spit his cock out of his mouth and sat up straight. "I was only kidding," he said laughing like a hyena. "Asshole." "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Go ahead. I won't scare you again. Suck my cock." "It's too big, Jason," she said as she stroked him. "I'll try sucking it again, but don't push my head down. Let me do it on my own." "Okay, okay. I won't touch you. Just suck it." "Take it slow and maybe I'll let you cum in my mouth. I'm curious what cum tastes like. The girls at school say that it's salty." For the next month, until Jason left for basic training, he had sex almost every day with his cousin Ellen. They did everything over and again. He almost felt bad that he still had one more journal, the black one, to fill out and mail home as soon as he shipped out overseas. To be continued...