2 comments/ 76870 views/ 26 favorites Steve & Kit Ch. 01 By: Gary_Alexander Chapter 01: The Wrestling Match 1967 may have been the Summer of Love, but you would have known it in our East Texas town, where the Bible ruled and life was still stuck in the mid-1950s. A month away from college, I still would have been a virgin if not for one really hot night, just after my cousin Kit and I had just turned 18, when we had to sleep over at our grandmother's house. My parents, her parents, and another aunt and uncle had all gone away together for a week (it wasn't until years later that I found out what those weekends were really about; mid-1950's Bible Belt my ass!). Several younger cousins were left in the care of another relative, who was younger and more suited to their wildness. There was no air conditioning. Long after Gran went to sleep, Kit and I were in the basement (where it was marginally cooler, being underground), trying to watch television (consisting of two of the three networks and one UHS station we could almost sort of see if we fooled with the antenna). "I wish I could sleep down here," Kit finally said. "So sleep down here," I said offhandedly. "I don't think so. My clothes are soaked through with sweat." "That's charming," I said. "So go upstairs, change, grab your pillow, and come down here and sleep. What's stopping you?" "Um... I didn't pack anything." "What do you mean?" "Are you dense, or are you just trying to embarrass me?" she asked. I'm glad she gave me another option, but yeah, I was that dense. "When it's this hot," she said, "I don't wear anything to bed." And then as hot as it was, I flushed even warmer as I turned beet red. And maybe a little aroused. Red because it was embarrassing to hear my cousin tell me this, and aroused because... well, for the first time I was picturing my cousin naked. My discomfort seemed to cure her of her own embarrassment. She leaned toward me and said, as if telling me a secret, "Just my panties. But they don't cover very much." And saying that she pulled down the waistband of her shorts just an inch or so, just enough to let me see the very top of her red panties. And yes, that half inch of panties was the most underwear I'd ever seen on a girl. Well, 1950's East Texas, right? Seeing I was flustered, she said "I'd better get to bed" and walked off. Just like her, I thought: always wants to leave feeling she's "won." Kit and I were inseparable when we were younger -- we all lived down the block from Gran then, in this town even smaller than the one-horse town her family and mine had later moved to -- and there were really no other kids around. Even after the move, though, we were really close: she was what we called a tomboy back then, and very competitive. This went on until one day when we were both 11 and we were wrestling on her back lawn, and I had my first-ever boner. I was embarrassed as hell, and I knew she'd felt it too. I ran back to my house without saying a word, and of course that was the end of our wrestling matches. In fact, things were kind of awkward between us for the next few months, and by the time we felt okay with one another again, she was pure "girl," if you know what I mean. I went up to my room, took off my shirt, and grabbed the pajamas from my backpack. Then I decided I'd sleep in just my briefs as well. I'd never done that before, but that's how weirdly competitive Kit and I could be: even though she'd never see me, if she was going to sleep like that, I was going to sleep like that. Of course, she also could have just been messing with me. So shirtless, but still wearing my pants, I walked across the hall and knocked on her door. "Steve?" she called out to me. "Yeah. You were just kidding about sleeping that way, right?" "What? Why would I do that?" "Showing off, like usual." "That's stupid. Goodnight." Then I had what I thought was a stoke of genius: "Prove it," I said. I'd win either way: if she was wearing her nightgown, as I'd suspected, I'd catch her in a lie. If she wasn't, maybe I'd get to see something. "Are you crazy? I'm not going to let you see me like this." "I knew it," I said. "Goodnight." "Wait," she called out. "What are you wearing to bed?" "Just my underwear," I said. "Like you said you were." "You're standing out there in your underwear?" "No, but that's what I'll be sleeping in." "Okay, you come in here in your underwear, and I'll prove it to you." She'd turned the tables on me: I walk in my underwear, she's sitting on the bed in her nightgown, and she'll be laughing at me for days. "Nice try," I said. "Okay," she said, "you come in here the way you are, but once I prove to you I'm telling the truth, you have to strip down. No excuses." "Fair enough," I said. I opened the door, and saw Kit lying on the bed, on her front, facing the foot of the bed and the door, with a blanket pulled up to her neck. "This doesn't prove much," I said. She reached behind herself and pulled the blanket down to just below her shoulder blades. "Proof enough? Obviously I can't be wearing anything on top. Now for your part of the deal." She'd beaten me. I could see maybe a little bit of the sides of her breasts, less than I could see when she wears a bikini, and now I had to strip down. Obviously, no girl had ever seen me in my underwear before. I turned my back to her, and slid my shorts down my legs. I'd never promised to face her, after all: she could see my butt covered by my underwear -- which couldn't have been too interesting because remember, guys' swimsuits were a lot tighter back in the 60s -- but couldn't see my very embarrassing boner. "Hmm," she said, which was as close as she ever came to admitting defeat. "If you turn around, I can make it worth your while." "Oh?" It would take quite an offer for me to let her see me like this. "You can pull off my blanket." Okay, that was a pretty good one. "How do I know you'll really let me?" "Steve, I'm telling you you can. How could I stop you? You're a wimp, obviously, and I'm sure I can still pin you any time I want, but I obviously can't fight you for the blanket. I pretty much have to stay flat on the bed on my front, right?" "Okay," I said, "that sounds fair." "But," she said, "you have to face me as you walk over here, no hiding yourself with your hands, no running." "It's a deal," I said, turning to face her. Her eyes seemed to widen a bit as she stared at my boner. Of course I felt embarrassed; but I had to take her reaction as a compliment, right? "I caused that, huh?" she said. Man, I thought, she even wants to steal the credit for that. Well, she was responsible for it, but still... I decided instead of arguing with her, to try freaking her out. "Yeah," I said. "And in just a couple of seconds, you're going to be responsible for a much bigger one." "I can't wait," she said. Standing by her feet, I took the end of the blanket in my hand and yanked it off of her. And there she was, as I'd never expected to see her, wearing nothing but what looked to me to be very small panties. Even her bare back seemed very sexy to me, and of course the sides of her breasts were visible as well. "Yeah," I said, "you should see me now." "Then get over here where I can see you." "Not part of the deal," I said. "Why don't you sit up?" "You know I can't move," she said sullenly, pressing her chest even more firmly into the mattress. I stepped closer to the middle of the bed, and ran my finger along her bare back. "Hey!" she said. "You can't move?" I repeated. "Not even if I... tickle you?" "Steve, no!" I put my finger on her back again and traced a line to the side of her ribcage. She twitched. "You can stop me if you want," I said. "I'm just a wimp, remember." "Don't you dare..." I brought the fingers of both hands to her sides, and began to tickle her. She tried to hold still, but finally found it hard to catch her breath and she started bucking up and down. Then she turned around and threw herself at me. I caught just a brief view of her naked breasts -- and was distracted by them -- as she lunged at me, throwing us both to the floor, my back taking the full impact. "Are you okay?" Kit asked, seeing I was a bit dazed, and I pulled myself to my feet, bracing myself against the side of the bed. No sooner was I fully upright than she pushed me down on the bed again, her bare breasts swaying in front of me as she pinned me to the bed. I was much bigger than she was, but she knew what she was doing. And the mattress was making it difficult for me to get any leverage. And her breasts were making it hard for me to concentrate. If she was even thinking about the fact that she was almost naked in front of me, she was more concerned about beating me. Through my underwear, my cock was rubbing against the back of her panties. Finally I broke her hold, pushed her over onto her back. And now, I realized, my cock was pressing hard against where I supposed her pussy must be. I thrust my cock hard against her, more out of instinct than design, and she gasped softly and stopped really struggling. It was more squirming now. She spread her legs and I moved myself between them, dry-humping her for all I was worth. "Steve, we shouldn't be doing this," she said between moans. "I know," I said, pushing myself into her as if trying to force my cock through both my underwear and her panties. There was no pretense by now: we wanted to really fuck. But we had no birth control, and in East Texas in 1967 abortion obviously wasn't an option -- and neither was a baby -- so we made do. And finally, when I couldn't hold back any more, I ground my crotch frantically against hers, we both groaned into one another's chests, and I came hard, soaking both my underwear and her panties. When she felt the stickiness against her own body, she pulled out from under me and, and a little shyly, stripped off her panties. She didn't want my cum anywhere near her pussy, and I didn't blame her. I would have loved to have a closer look at her pussy -- the first one I'd ever seen, obviously -- but she quickly crawled under her blanket and told me we'd better get to bed. # I really had no idea what to expect the following day: would things be weird between us? We hadn't actually had sex after all -- just wrestled around, the way we used to. (Well, except for the part where we were basically naked, and we both came) The whole morning, Kit never mentioned what had happened; but she didn't seem to go out of her way to ignore me, either, so that was good. We spent most of the day doing major chores around the house, the sort of things Gran couldn't do on her own anymore and really couldn't afford to hire somebody for. We figured it was only right, since she was taking us in for the week. I spent most of the day repairing the picket fence, while Kit cleaned up the house and then drove into town to buy the white paint I'd need for the fence the following day. When she was carrying the cans over to the shed near where I was working, I noticed she'd tied her shirt under her breasts, like Ellie Mae; but I'd never seen a shirt tied that high, high enough to expose the very bottoms of her breasts, even on television. I imagined this was for my benefit since if she'd gone to town like that, she'd have caused heart attacks at the paint store. "I want a rematch tonight," she told me. "A what?" "Last night's wrestling. I want a chance to get even," she said, then walked back to the house. # Weeks later (or so it seemed), it was nighttime: dishes were done, we were downstairs watching snowy television again, and by 10:30 we were certain Gran was asleep. Not that sitting in front of the TV didn't have its charms: Kit was wearing the same button-down shirt she'd tied under her breasts earlier (though of course she wore it more traditionally once she got back to the house), and every commercial break or so she'd undone a button. By 10, the shirt was completely open and as we cuddled on the couch, I had one hand resting on her bare breast. At 10:30, she lifted my hand off, re-buttoned her shirt, and started upstairs, saying "Time to wrestle." I followed her to her room and as soon as the door was shut behind us, we stripped off our clothing until we were down to our underwear again. She grinned and got into a wrestler's crouch. I lunged at her and pushed her onto the bed, and we wrestled around for a bit, sometimes me on top and sometimes her. How we managed not to fall off the bed, I'll never know. The pretense that we were just wrestling, flimsy at best, faded as she ground her hard nipples against my chest and I ground my cock against her pussy. I moved my hands down her back, reached her panties, and slipped my his hand underneath them, grabbing her bare ass, and pulling our two bodies even tighter together. "Oh... fuck..." Kit groaned as I pressed against her pussy. She slipped her hands under my briefs now, and as she shoved her hands further down to grab the bottom of my ass, she accidentally pushed down my briefs, just a little at a time, until my hard cock sprung free. "Sorry," I said at the same time Kit said "That's so hot." I continued to thrust against her, and now my naked cock was alternating between poking against Kit's pussy through her panties (pink today) and sliding between her pussy lips. The crotch of her panties wasn't very wide, wisps of hair were escaping on either side, and we were both aware of how close my cock was to her bare pussy. And then suddenly she pulled her panties to the side. I was too surprised to stop what I was going: I continued pushing my cock against her pussy, and two or three times the shaft slid between her wet pussy lips, and then with the next thrust I pushed straight into her warm, virgin pussy. "Oh God!" she shrieked. I froze in place, and then a few long seconds later pulled out. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't mean --" She grabbed her discarded shorts, and reached into a pocket. "No, it was incredible. It's just that..." she handed him a condom. "I got hold of some of these when I was in town." Not believing my luck, I pulled off my briefs, and managed to work the condom onto my cock. Kit pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and a few seconds later gasped as my cock slid easily into her tight, wet pussy. "Oh God," she groaned. "You're fucking me. You're really fucking me." "I'm really fucking you." It felt so good, pumping my cock in and out of my cousin's pussy. I wished the moment could last forever -- but I'd jerked off enough to recognize the feeling in my balls. "Kit, I'm sorry, not going to last much --" "It's okay, I already came like a million times. I want to feel you cum in me." My cock twitched as I came over and over again, in the condom. It was such a strange feeling, the cum pooling up against the head of my cock. But as wonderful as this was, I couldn't forget how it felt to have my bare cock in my cousin's hot, wet pussy -- and I vowed that some day soon, I'd cum deep inside her. Steve & Kit Ch. 02 Since this is Chapter 2, it stands to reason you should go back and read Chapter 1 first. Don't worry, Chapter 2 will still be here when you get back. * If you're adamant about jumping right in, I was writing about the summer my cousin Kit and I were 18. It was the summer of 1967 and we were living in East Texas at the time (which was, socially, pretty much the mid-50s anywhere else). Staying with our grandmother for a few days, well, one thing led to another (this is why you should read Chapter 1) and we ended up in her bed discovering the joys of fucking. Two days before the end of our stay, we'd already plowed through the 12-pack of condoms she'd managed to pick up on an errand into town. Buying more was problematic -- Gran lived fifteen miles from the nearest half-a-horse town, and Kit was lucky that when she stepped into the pharmacy, a girl just a few years older than us was behind the counter -- and the possibility of pregnancy was unthinkable, so Kit offered me oral sex. "Offered" is the operative word. Remember, there was no Internet in 1967, and we'd never seen any magazines that might have given us a clue. "Blowjobs" were something we'd only heard about. Suffice to say that Kit's first attempt was not only unsuccessful, but made me almost scream out in pain. The thought flashed through my head of having to drive 15 miles into town to ask Doc Darrell -- the doctor who'd given me a tetanus shot during an earlier visit ten years earlier and who must be over 100 by now -- to put my penis in a splint. The following night, our last night there, I turned down her half-hearted offer to try again. She stripped off my briefs and began stroking my cock. I responded by pulling off her panties and sinking my fingers into my first-ever pussy. She grabbed my hand and pressed my thumb against her clit, an organ I'd only known by reputation, but I figured out what to do. I actually made her cum first, but I followed seconds later. Then she turned her body around and brought her mouth near my cock. I stiffened -- out of apprehension, not in the good way -- and she said "Don't worry, I only want to taste." She licked the cum off the shaft of my cock, then brought her mouth to the head, and lightly sucked off the cum there. Gradually, she extended her lips over the head, licking the tip with her tongue. My cock, already sensitive from being jerked off and cumming, was almost hard again. She sucked it gently. I started lifting my pelvis, trying to get her to take more of my cock, and she did, very slowly. "Please," I whimpered. "Please what?" she said, somehow comprehensible with two inches of cock in her mouth. "Suck... my... cock." She grinned, and took a little more of my cock into her mouth. But slowly, very slowly. "Suck harder," I said. "Please!" Part of me was still apprehensive, after what happened yesterday, but this was torture: wonderful, incredible torture, but torture all the same. She started sucking harder, really pulling my cock inside of her, and then without any warning, I came. It felt as if I came just as hard as I had a few minutes earlier, though I know that probably wasn't so. Kit started choking, coughing out my cum onto my body, and laughing. And the next thing I knew, she was waking me up. According to the old clock on the dresser, it was a quarter to 5. "You fell asleep," Kit said. "I must have drained you. And then I wanted to fall asleep next to you. Good thing I woke up before Gran woke up." "Yeah," I said, pulling on my briefs and pajama bottoms and dashing out the door to my own room. Part of me thought I should kiss her before I left -- but we knew we weren't boyfriend-and-girlfriend: we were cousins, who were just wrestling around like we always did. Even though we'd clearly gone well beyond wrestling. Steve & Kit Ch. 02 She jumped onto Sammi's bed, leaving a Theresa-shaped puddle on the top-sheet. "My turn," she said. "Have you ever eaten a girl's pussy?" "Um... no." "Now you will," she said, sliding her wet panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor. "You need to make me cum." I climbed onto the bed next to her, not certain how to begin. "But first, I want you inside of me." "What?" "Your cock. Just for a moment. Steve, it's okay, I'm not a virgin." "I don't have a condom." Or pockets. Or pants. "It's okay. I don't want me pregnant either. Just a couple of strokes, just enough for us both to feel it." My better judgment told me not to risk it -- but a teenage boy with a beautiful naked girl in front of him isn't going to listen to his better judgment. I pulled off my briefs, crawled between Theresa's legs, and slowly pushed my cock into her very wet pussy. It felt amazing, especially since I'd been dreaming about being with Theresa for at least the past year. "Ohhh," she said, half spoken and half groaning, as I sunk my cock deep inside her. "I've never done this without a condom before. This is good." "Me neither," I managed to say. I had had the tip of my bare cock inside Kit last weekend, but that was just for a moment. And nothing like this. I began to pull out. "No, keep it there for another second," Theresa said. I pushed back in, all the way in. She sighed. "That's nice." I thanked God Theresa had jerked me off just a few minutes ago, otherwise I'd have filled up her pussy with cum by now. I had a feeling we were pushing our luck at this point anyway. I pulled back a bit, then pushed into her once more. This was no longer "just seeing how it feels," we were seriously fucking now. And neither one of us wanted to stop. Just one more thrust, I told myself. Again. Her large breasts shook as I kept fucking her. Neither of us was thinking about consequences now. And then just as I felt the familiar twinge in my balls I came to my senses and pulled out, spraying my cum all over her chest. My thick white cum on her dark olive breasts might be, to this day, the most erotic thing I've ever seen. She gave me a sheepish grin, even as she was still breathing hard. "Thanks for getting out in time. You did, didn't you?" "Definitely, yeah." "Good. But I was so close. Please, you have to do me now." I put my face between her legs. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was certainly going to give it my best shot -- especially since she'd already made me cum twice. My first taste of pussy... it was musty, and of course she was wet as hell after we'd been fucking... and she also tasted of chlorine, from the pool. Even now, the smell of chlorine sometimes brings back memories and makes me horny. I licked, I sucked... this was new to both of us, and neither of us knew what was right or wrong. Fortunately she'd started out very close to cumming, so after a few minutes her body shook and she gave a loud whimper, and I convinced myself I was just a pussy-eating stud. We cleaned ourselves up a bit, then lay quietly side-by-side, still naked. She picked up my now-limp cock in her hand and said "Maybe I'll get to suck this someday." "Sounds great to me," I said, with what I'm sure was a big goofy grin on my face. "You know,: Theresa said a few minutes later, "I'm going to feel funny walking back outside in just my wet panties. But that's all I had on when I came inside." "Me too. I mean my briefs, of course." I looked around the room: Sammi's clothing was all around us, but neither of us would fit into the small girl's things. We could pop into Tony's room and borrow some clothes. I was about to suggest that, then I remembered we actually did have clothing here: everybody's bathing suits were draped over the shower curtain rod in the bathroom, drip-drying. We pulled on our respective underpants, then scampered down the hall to the bathroom, where we got naked again and pulled on our wet, cold, clammy bathing suits, exactly what we'd all wanted to avoid doing not so long ago. We went back outside to the pool area, and saw that we might as well not have bothered dressing: not only was everybody still in the pool in their underwear, but Sammi had taken off her t-shirt and Keera and Zoe their bras. On the far end of the pool, Kit and Paulie were grinding against one another so heatedly, I almost wondered whether they were still wearing their underwear. Theresa laughed at the sight of all her half-naked friends, throw off her bikini top, and dove into the pool. As we were driving home half an hour later, Kit was quiet -- but not sullen as she had been earlier, at least. Finally she said "I was so angry with you for a while." "What did I do?" "But then when we all fell, I was the one you tried to catch." "Of course you were. Kit, what was going on tonight?" "You're such an idiot." "Thanks." "Jealousy." "Say what?" "Theresa was angry that I was making out with Paulie." "Still not getting it." Kit sighed. "Theresa and Paulie. They're having sex." "She told you that?" "Of course not. But I figured that out a long time ago And she knows we are too." "What?" "I could tell, she could tell. I was furious that she was all over you. That's why I was making out with Paulie whenever I knew you two could see us." "And that's why you were both trying to kill one another?" "You were clueless. So was Paulie." "So now what?" By which I really meant "An hour ago I had my cock deep inside the girl of my dreams, and I want that again." We pulled up in front of my house, and she hugged me. Good thing she didn't suspect I was daydreaming about fucking her best friend. "Steve, I wish we could be girlfriend-and-boyfriend, but we can't, not really. Not in public. Same with Theresa and Paulie. But if we were all out together and somehow I ended up spending time with you, and Theresa ended up spending time with Paulie... capische? as Theresa's dad likes to say?" "Capische," I agreed. "Brilliant plan." Though honestly, I also wanted to feel Theresa's wet pussy around my cock again. "I'll call Theresa in the morning, and we'll make up," she said. "I'm sure everything will work out." Steve & Kit Ch. 03 This picks up just after Steve & Kit Chapter 2, still available wherever better stories are read. KIT My parents and Steve's parents were having dinner with another aunt and uncle (more about that later), and they didn't want me home alone, so the plan was for me to hang out with Steve and they'd pick me up on their way home. I'd promised to call them from Steve's house to let them know we'd made it to his house alive. They asked how the party was, and I said fine. I didn't mention the fact that I'd spent the last hour of it in the pool wearing only my panties, and much of that time making out with Paulie, French kissing and grinding our crotches together until he came in his underwear. "We've got at least an hour," I told Steve after I hung up the phone. "More than enough time to toss my clothing into the dryer." "All of it?" he asked with a grin. Only my bra, panties and bathing suit had actually gone into the water, but my shorts and t-shirt were wet from my panties and bra. "Every stitch," I said. "What ever will we do while it's all drying?" I knew exactly what I wanted: I had no idea what Steve and Theresa had been up to, and of course Paulie had cum, but I'd spent all that time kissing, and being touched, and rubbing my pussy against Paulie's cock, and I needed to cum in the worst way. Steve came back to his bedroom after throwing my stuff in the dryer, and started taking off his own clothing (his briefs still wet). He was already hard, and I was happy I had a condom slipped into the lining of my purse. He climbed onto me, and we began rolling around on the bed, our naked bodies rubbing against one another. We'd never done this in Steve's room before. The grinding became more forceful, almost fuck-like, until with one push, Steve thrust his hard cock into my very wet pussy. I came a little, just from the surprise of it, then realized what he was doing. "Steve, get out! You don't have a condom." He started to withdraw, then slowly pushed in again. "Doesn't it feel good, though? Come on, a couple of strokes won't hurt." I pushed him out more forcefully. "Are you fucking crazy? No! Is this what Theresa let you do? Oh god, you didn't cum in her, did you?" "Of course I didn't. I'm not stupid." "You could have fooled me." "Kit..." "I can't believe you did that to me without asking," I said, storming off to the laundry room. I took my shorts and t-shirt out of the dryer, put them on without anything underneath, and went into the den to watch television by myself until my parents arrived. # In the morning, I called Theresa and told her Steve had some sort of summer cold and wouldn't be able to make it that night, but I'd still be able to go out with Paulie. Of course she was disappointed: this meant she wouldn't be able to hang out (or make out) with either Steve or Paulie, but I wasn't concerned about her feelings: she'd fucked my cousin. And, though I didn't want to admit it even to myself, in a way I only wished I could, without a condom. I still remembered that first time when he accidentally slipped into me. And last night, when he did it on purpose. Paulie picked me up in his uncle's station wagon at 7. Of course I'd lied earlier about my parents not allowing me to date him alone: he was Theresa's cousin, why wouldn't they be okay with him? I made sure my parents didn't see me as I left the house, though, because I was wearing my red-and-white halter top. My father doesn't approve of it, says it makes me look like (and I quote) "a hippie chick." I think it makes me look like a girl who's wearing as little on top as legally possible, and wants her date to know right away that she's not wearing a bra. Paulie met me by the front door and walked me to the station wagon. "You look nice," he said. He was wearing denim jeans and a tight black t-shirt that made him look very muscular. "So do you," I said. "Though I prefer what we were wearing last night." He smiled. "Maybe Susie will let us borrow her pool for a while." I got into the passenger seat and he walked around to the driver's side, and I smiled at the thought of how close to naked we'd been the night before. I couldn't believe how okay I was with all my friends seeing my tits. Not that the boys' wet underwear was hiding much of anything. My pussy was already getting wet thinking about it. Last night in bed, as angry as I was with Steve, I also kept thinking what would have happened if one of the girls had pulled off her panties (probably would have been Keera): Would everybody else have gotten naked in the pool? Would I have felt Paulie's bare dick thrusting up against my pussy? Of course I wouldn't have let him fuck me there, but I made myself cum twice last night thinking about it. I was so horny last night, I'm surprised I had the strength to push Steve's dick out of me. It felt so good... Before I knew it, we were at the drive-in, and we'd moved into the back seat, where there was more room. Though it wasn't quite dark yet, they were already mid-way through the first feature. We usually had some B-horror film or comedy playing first, followed by the main feature (To Sir With Love, tonight), which as a teenager always seemed backwards to me: they should play the main feature first, and save the garbage film for after it got dark, when we probably won't be paying attention anymore. When I came up with this idea, I figured we'd be coming here Steve's car, and he and I would be making out in the front seat while Theresa and Paulie could do what they wanted in the back. Now, for all I knew, Steve would have wanted to stay with his "official" date, Theresa. I think I kind of hated Steve at that moment. Maybe having sex with your cousin isn't such a great idea after all. "Are you okay?" Paulie was asking me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Did I ever tell you last night you're a great kisser?" He grinned. "I don't think so." I pulled his face against mine, and our tongues were entwined in my mouth within seconds. This was so hot: I'd never kissed a boy the way I kissed Paulie. True, this wasn't as good as doing it standing almost naked in a pool, rubbing our crotches together, but it was still really nice and I felt myself getting really horny. I still had that condom with me, and if it were already dark, and Paulie wanted to fuck right here in the car, I was sure I'd do it. STEVE The phone rang about 7:30. "Steve?" "Yeah?" "This is Theresa. I got your number from Information." "Hi! What's up?" "Just called to see how you were feeling." "Feeling? I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" "Kit said you were sick, that's why you couldn't make it tonight." "She did? I'm fine. She told me you couldn't make it tonight because of some family thing." It had been a very brief, very curt phone call. I don't think Kit spoke a dozen words before she hung up without giving me a chance to say a thing. "No," Theresa said. "Sounds like she's angry at one of us. Well, it's early yet. Do you want to do something?" "Sure, what do you want to do?" "Steve... would it sound too slutty if I said I said I wanted to do what we did last night? My parents won't be home until at least midnight." "Hell, yeah. I mean no, not slutty, but yeah, I'd love that." She laughed. "Good. I'll see you in a bit." # She was sort of standing behind the front door when she let me in, so I didn't see what she was wearing until after she closed the door behind us: it was a short nightie, sheer enough that I could see her dark nipples showing through the fabric. Even though I'd see her completely naked the night before... "Wow," I said. "I guess you like it," she said. I answered by wrapping my arms around her, kissing her, and backing her over to the couch, where a moment later I was lying on top of her and trying to touch every part of her body at once. And she was doing the same to me. Finally, between kisses, she said "Let's go up to my room." When we got there, she raised her hands over her head, inviting me to lift her nightie off of her. I felt like cumming right then and there, watching her perfect breasts come into view. She was naked now except for the nightie's tiny panties, and I removed those as well. Then she stripped me naked as well, and we both fell onto the bed and started kissing hungrily again. "Let's do it," she said. I grabbed my shorts and pulled a condom from the pocket. "Not yet with that," she said. "Like yesterday, I want to feel you a little first." I wasn't going to say no to feeling her hot, wet pussy against my naked cock again, and I let her push me down on my back. She straddled me, then lowered herself slowly onto my cock. "This okay?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. Not only okay, but maybe the greatest thing I'd felt in my life. I reached up and stroked her breasts, and pinched her nipples as they hardened. She fucked me slowly, pushing my cock as deep inside her as she could. "So good," she said dreamily. Like the night before, I was forgetting how dangerous the situation was. I watched her body shudder as she came. She started fucking me faster, more frantically, trying to cum again. I could feel myself getting close; but tonight, unlike last night, I couldn't just pull out. "Theresa," I said, "you have to get off of me." "Not yet," she said, not letting up. I could feel my cock twitch, as it prepared to shoot a load of semen into her unprotected pussy. "Now," I insisted. She felt it too. "Ohhh," she said. "A few seconds more! So close!" "Theresa, no!" "Wooooo!" she shouted as she flung herself off of me. I didn't even realize she had at first, knowing only that I was cumming as never before, but then I realized I was shooting straight up in the air, like a geyser, hitting her on the face, getting cum on her bedspread, some on the floor... She leaned in and kissed me hard. "That was hot, Steve!" "Theresa, I almost came in you." "But you didn't. And wow!" And before I could say another word, she leaned down and took my cock deep into her mouth, sucking it wildly until, improbably, I gave up another load of cum. KIT It still wasn't completely dark when we needed a break from kissing, so I stretched out on the back seat resting my head on Paulie's lap. It wasn't long before he began stroking my breasts through my halter top, which is just what I'd wanted him to do. Lying like that was both peaceful and sexy. "Paulie?" "Tell me about your first time with Theresa." "My what???" he asked, pulling his hand away in surprise. I reached behind my back and loosened the halter's tie, then guided his hand under the cotton and onto my bare breast. I could feel his cock harden beneath my head. "She's my best friend, Paulie," I told him. "Of course I know." (A lie, because Theresa had never told me a thing. I'd guessed it on my own, and I hadn't figured it out until I was having sex with my own cousin) "I'm just curious whether your version's the same as hers." He stroked my bare nipple. "OK. Well, the two of us never saw one another more than a few times a year, but we were always pretty tight. And when we got to be teenagers, nothing was off-limits as far as teasing, and talking about sex and stuff. Nobody thought anything of it, we didn't think about it... I mean last summer she was complaining that she can't tan, and she pulled back her bikini top almost to the nipple to show me. We'd even wrestle around sometimes, but we didn't think of it as sexual in any way." That made me laugh a bit, and he said "What?" and I said "Nothing." "Okay, so last Christmas, you remember her family came out to mine for a week. It was right after Theresa's 18th birthday, so we were going to do a super-celebration. Anyway, we'd all spent a couple of days cleaning up the house, and I went upstairs to take a shower. Theresa's family arrived a couple of hours before we'd expected them, and I guess as soon as they got here Theresa made a beeline for the bathroom. Nobody ever used that bathroom except me and my brother, and he moved out a few years ago, so I wasn't in the habit of locking the door. "Once she realized I was in the shower, behind only a glass shower door, she just moved closer to take a better look. I guess I could have covered myself with the washcloth, but by then she'd already seen everything. 'Sorry,' she said, still standing there watching me, 'accidents happen.' And then she made some disparaging remark, which I'm not going to repeat to you, and she went to dump off her things in my brother's room, which was going to be hers for the week. "So of course that night, when she went to take a shower before going to sleep, I walked right in, shut the door behind me, and said 'Sorry, accidents happen.' She crouched down low in the shower, trying to cover herself, but I went right to the sliding door, opened it, and said 'it's okay for you look at me but I can't look at you?' "'Okay, fine,' she said -- well, actually it was something a bit less lady-like -- and she stood up and let me see her naked. And then she said 'This is a lot different than me seeing you through a foggy glass door.' And I said 'What do you want me to do, get naked and get in there with you?' And I just kidding, you know... and she said 'If you're not chicken, yeah.' "So the next thing I knew I was in the shower with her, and she asked me to clean... parts of her body, and then she cleaned parts of mine, and she... you know..." He made what even I recognized as a "jerking" motion. "Got it," I told him. "And obviously it was a sexual thing after that. If you want to know when we first did it, that would be the third night: the second night, after she showered, she came to my room in only a towel. There's nothing upstairs in our house except the two bedrooms and the bathroom, so nobody ever goes up there except when my mother comes up to clean. Theresa actually wanted to do it that night, but I didn't have any... protection, so instead we just did other things to each other. Kit, if you know about me and Theresa, why were you willing to go out with me?" "You're not 'going steady' with Theresa, are you?" "Of course not, how could we?" "So what's wrong with us going out? I thought we had fun last night, didn't you?" "Absolutely." "And I do like what you're doing to my nipple right now." I could see him smile in the dim light "I like it too," he said. I sat up without re-tying my halter, so it just hung loose over my breasts. It was dark enough now that I didn't have to worry about anybody outside of the car seeing anything. "And that was a hot story you just told me. Got me wet," I added in a whisper. "Yeah?" He asked. He wasn't getting the hint, so I took his hand and pulled it under my mini-skirt. "Yeah," I said, then gasped as his fingers touched the wet spot on my panties. He stroked my pussy through my panties. I lay my head back on his lap, deliberately brushing the back of my head against his cock. Paulie began pressing harder against my pussy as he stroked me. With my skirt raised to my waist and my halter top now completely askew and covering nothing, I was as naked as I was the night before, completely exposed other than a pair of very brief, slightly frilly pink panties I'd bought specially for tonight. No sooner had I had this thought than Paulie slipped two of his fingers inside the crotch of my panties, and touched my bare pussy. My bare, very wet, very sensitive pussy. "Wait a second," I gasped. He pulled his hand away, thinking I was stopping him, but all I wanted to do was slip off my panties. Paulie was only the second boy, after Steve, ever to see my pussy. I felt briefly guilty that Steve was home alone tonight while I was about to have sex, but the feeling quickly passed. Paulie slipped the same two fingers inside my pussy, and moved them in and out, getting them wet with my juices. I lay back and enjoyed this for a few minutes, then said -- a bit shyly, probably -- "Isn't there anything else you'd rather put in there?" His eyes widened: I guess this was luckier than he thought he'd get tonight. He wasn't so surprised that he didn't have a condom in his pocket, though. Of course I had one at the ready as well. But if neither of us had one, I have to admit, the thought of feeling his bare cock in me, only for a moment or two, did intrigue me. It had felt so good last night, when Steve caught me by surprise. Damn Steve for putting the thought in my head. Good thing he wasn't seeing Theresa tonight, because no good could come of taking those kind of chances. You're about to let Paulie fuck you; stop thinking about Steve and Theresa having sex! Paulie pulled off his jeans -- getting rid of a tight pair of jeans in the back seat of a station wagon is no mean feat, especially when you're trying not to expose yourself to anybody in a nearby car -- then slipped off his briefs. His cock was hard, but slightly curved: not like Steve's. I wondered fleetingly why I hadn't touched Paulie's cock, either through or under his briefs, the night before in Susie's pool. I'd made him cum anyway, of course. And as he worked the condom onto his cock, I have to admit I had second thoughts: was I really going to fuck I guy I hardly knew? Was I that kind of girl now? Of course, two weeks earlier I'd been a virgin. And last night I'd let all my friends see me almost naked, and they'd all seen me rub my pussy against Paulie's cock. So who knows what kind of a girl I was? And what did it matter? I'd be the worst kind of a tease if I stopped Paulie now, and I did want him to fuck me. Or I wanted to be fucked right now, anyway. He climbed on top of me, naked from the waist down, and awkwardly (because of where we were) worked his cock between my pussy lips, then pushed himself inside me. I enjoyed it -- and I guess every teenager should have sex in the back seat of a car in the middle of a field once, just for the experience -- but I never came. Next: Theresa confronts Kit. Kit confronts Theresa. And then there's the matter of the panties...