****** My Cousin Sheila by HenryG ******
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My Cousin Sheila


Not all love in the family is incest.

As always I welcome comments - henrycom1@hotmail.com


Quite literally I have known my cousin Sheila all my life. By what was almost a
freak coincidence we were born two days apart albeit separated by 5000 miles. I
am the older. We have always been a close family. Dad was a senior civil
servant and we had a large house in South Woodford in the suburbs of London.
Despite their best endeavours and much to their disappointment I was the only
child to grace my parents. Because of my parents work and other commitments I
led the solitary life of an only child.

My father's younger brother, James, was a diplomat and as such spent much of
his life abroad in exotic places. Whenever he came back to the UK, James and
his wife, Sylvia would stay at our home. Although Mum and Dad were older than
James and Sylvia and had been married proportionately longer, it seemed to be
fate that both women would fall pregnant at almost the same time and give birth
within two days.

Sheila's birth coincided with a home posting for James and as babies we were
brought up almost as brother and sister. We were bathed together, slept in the
same room and played together. Obviously I don't remember our early years
together but by the time we were three we were inseparable. As we outgrew our
cots we would share the same bed. Almost invariably I would fall asleep lying
on my back with Sheila lying with her head on my chest.

It came as quite a blow when James received a new posting abroad. Sheila and I
were five and we screamed the house down when we were parted. Suddenly I was
alone without my companion and soul mate. My only consolation was a photograph
of us all together. In it I could see Sheila as a pretty girl with wavy auburn
red hair. I was always fascinated by her pale, milky skin and freckles,
particularly the large ones on her chest.

As time passed the pain off our parting faded as the trials and tribulations of
primary school presented new challenges. I did from time to time look at the
photograph and wonder how she was but she seemed more of a distant memory
rather than reality.

*****

I was really pleased when one day, when I was twelve, Mum told me that Sheila
and her parents were coming back to England. Their flight was due to arrive
late one evening and Dad had gone to Heathrow to meet them. Mum allowed me to
stay up to meet them so I quickly changed into my pyjamas and sat waiting with
bated breath.

Time passed until around midnight the phone rang. The flight had been delayed
and Dad didn't expect to get home until around two in the morning. I heroically
tried to stay awake but I soon nodded off and got consigned to bed.

I've always been a sound sleeper and this time was no different. I vaguely
recalled someone getting into my bed but slept on regardless. I was awoken at
about eight by the sun shining through the curtain to discover an auburn-haired
head on my chest. Sheila had sneaked into my bed. She must have sensed me
moving because she looked up and smiled.

"Hello, Hen, aren't you going to kiss me?"

When she was young Sheila had found my full name, Henry, difficult to pronounce
and always called me 'Hen'. With this one word the memories flooded back.

"Welcome home," I replied after giving her a quick kiss.

"Ah there you are Sheila," I heard Sylvia call from the door. "Old habits die
hard, eh? Time to get up for breakfast."

By the time I was dressed and went downstairs I could hear the four adults
talking in the kitchen.

"Don't you think they're too old to be in bed together?" I heard my Mum ask.

"No, there's no harm in it, they're like brother and sister," Sylvia replied.

"I agree," I heard James, add, "You know how much Sheila has missed Henry."

"All right, but they're too old to share a bedroom," Mum insisted.

It transpired that James had a London posting for at least six months and that
they would stay with us for that period. I was dismayed that it was such a
short time but I resolved to make the most of Sheila being there.

I really couldn't remember Sheila from the age of five but she had become even
prettier than the photograph. She was roughly my height and slim. Her wavy hair
had a rich golden-auburn hue and hung below her shoulders.

Life settled down and Sheila attended my school as a temporary pupil.

A couple of weeks after their return James announced that there was a formal
party at the embassy and that Mum and Dad were invited. Unfortunately neither
Sheila nor I could go so we had a full Saturday to ourselves. In spite of my
youth Mum and Dad knew they could trust me to behave if left alone.

After they left, Sheila and I went to my room to listen to the radio and
basically kill time. Sheila sat on the bed and started telling me about the
things she got up to in Montreal, James' last place of posting. Whether
unconsciously or deliberately Sheila was sat cross-legged. I noticed with
excitement that her short skirt had ridden up revealing her white panties.
Because her legs were spread, Sheila's panty gusset was stretched across her
crotch, the slit of her sex clearly visible behind the cloth.

I couldn't help but stare. The sight was exciting and I felt my cock stiffen.

"Are you looking up my skirt?" Sheila had finally spotted where I was staring.

"Er... no... er... sorry..." I stammered, blushing furiously.

"Then what is that lump in your shorts?" Sheila grinned. I couldn't reply, I
just sat wishing the floor would swallow me up.

"Do you ever rub it?" Sheila asked, suddenly serious.

"No! Why should I?" I was slightly confused. I had heard about wanking at
school but I had never tried it. I heard the usual stories that it made you
blind or drove you mad and I believed them. I had in recent months had a couple
of wet dreams which were both pleasurable but a little worrying, mainly because
I didn't really understand what they meant. I suspected that the wet fluid
which filled my pyjama bottoms was 'spunk' but I was afraid to ask Mum or Dad."

"It feels nice when I rub myself," Sheila continued.

"Where?" I asked, my knowledge of female anatomy was zero. I had heard bits and
pieces at school. One of the guys at school had brought in a magazine he had
found in his father's desk drawer. It contained black and white picture of
topless women that we all found thoroughly exciting. I hadn't however seen a
girl nude. (My sharing a bath with Sheila when we were young didn't count
because I couldn't remember how she looked)

"Here, silly," Sheila retorted rubbing her finger along her slit.

My throat was dry.

"Can I see?" I managed to croak.

"I'll show you mine if I can see yours," came the reply. I nodded, dumbly. All
rational thought had left my mind. I would have sold my soul for a peek inside
her panties. Sheila quickly removed her panties and sat back with her legs
parted. My eyes were riveted to her pale hairless crotch and her tight slit. I
was hooked.

"Can I touch it?" I whispered.

"Yes, please!"

Gently I put my hand on her crotch. Her skin was silky soft and warm. Sheila
guided my finger to her clit.

"Rub me here please, Hen."

As I rubbed gently her lips parted and I felt a small bump that I now know to
be her clit. Sheila gave a loud gasp as my finger stroked this strange little
lump. Sheila's face had gone bright pink and she was breathing in short fast
gasps.

"Are you OK?" I asked and stopped rubbing. She looked really strange.

"Please don't stop, it's lovely," she begged her eyes wide open like an injured
puppy's.

I had this strange impulse. I really wanted to taste between Sheila's legs. I
had heard one boy at school talk about something called 'plating'. He claimed
that it involved a man licking between a woman's legs. I thought it sounded
dirty, after all that was where they pissed from. However, now I was actually
touching a girl's 'thing' I wanted to try this 'plating'.

I bent forward and licked in her slit. As my tongue passed over her tiny bump
Sheila gave an even louder gasp and she gave a little jump.

"Hen! What are you doing, that's rude and dirty!"

I couldn't have disagreed more. She had this wet, salty taste which was
exciting. There was this hint of pee which instead of disgusting me made me
want to lick more. Sheila stopped protesting and began making little moaning
sounds. She moved her lower body back and forth as if trying to make me lick
harder. I became bolder, my tongue pushing deeper between her lips into a
tight, very wet opening which had a slippery, musky taste. Sheila squealed and
gave a shudder before slumping back. Her eyes were closed and her faced
flushed. Sheila looked ill, I panicked. I grabbed her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" I gasped.

Sheila's eyes opened, she had this dreamy look.

"Oh yes. That was wonderful. Thank you Hen."

She sat up and kissed me hard.

"What happened?" I asked. I had heard that girls could be made to 'come' but I
hadn't really any idea what it meant. Was this a 'come'?

"I've just come," Sheila confirmed.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"The girls at school told me all about it. They showed me how to rub myself to
get a cum. I've done it lots of times but it was never as good as this. The
girls also told me about what boys do. Speaking of which, I want to see yours
now."

I felt embarrassed but a deal is a deal. I took off my pants. My cock stood a
rigid four inches. Sheila made me lay on my back and sat looking at it.

"So that's what a 'cock' looks like. I think it's pretty. The head looks a
funny colour though. Does it hurt?"

My cock has been stiff for so long that it was a little sore so I told her so.
Sheila squeezed my cock between her fingers sending a pulse of pleasure through
me. She rubbed up and down a little feeling my loose foreskin.

"That loose bit feels funny, what is it?" Sheila asked.

"It's a bit of skin which sort of covers the end when it's limp. I don't know
what it does."

"Hmmm, I think it's nice," Sheila mused and then she took my cock into her
mouth. I was shocked, the rush of pleasure was intense but the idea of a girl
sucking my piss hole seemed dirty. Sheila must have liked the taste because she
slowly pushed all of my cock into her mouth until her nose and lips pressed
against my belly. The hot wetness of her mouth and tongue was more than I could
bear and I felt rush of pleasure I had never felt before. It felt like I was
pissing but it felt much nicer. Sheila choked as her mouth filled with my
spunk. My cock slipped out and a milky liquid dribbled from her mouth. I was
mortified.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to do that... it was an accident," I stammered.

Sheila just swallowed.

"Don't say sorry. That was your cum," she smiled.

"Doesn't it taste nasty?"

"No. Sort of salty but in a nice way. Try it." Sheila removed the liquid from
her chin with her finger and put it in my mouth. I tasted sort of odd but not
nasty.

"I seem to have cured your stiffness problem," Sheila added, nodding towards my
now limp cock.

"Didn't my cock taste dirty?" I had to ask.

"No, a little sweaty but very nice. What about me?"

"Very nice," I had to admit.

"Good, then everyone's happy," she grinned.

I had this nasty feeling that little Sheila was a lot more world wise than I.

*****

Over the months Sheila and I cemented our relationship. A couple of times we
were left to look after ourselves and we repeated our oral exploration. Both
times we saw each other naked. Even at that tender age I knew what I liked. I
was intoxicated by Sheila's flawless, pale body; thin but sinuous. In terms of
overall build we were similar but Sheila had one startling feature - her chest.
She had two lovely puffy nipples on her flat chest and these gorgeous large
freckles on the upper part just below her neck.

After a few short months history repeated itself when James received another
posting abroad. My second parting from Sheila was worst that the first. This
time I had the sharpest memories of her and every day of separation was
painful. We wrote to each other but letters soon became stilted and inadequate.
I knew that James' posting typically lasted five years and I had to get down to
living my life. I tried dating some girls from school and although they were
nice enough I always found myself comparing them to Sheila and finding them
lacking.

I found I had natural sporting ability and began playing football for the
school first eleven. This helped occupy my time as well as helping me to
develop a pretty decent physique. By the time I was 15 I would have to say I
was in pretty good condition - a muscular 6 foot tall with a more than adequate
set of wedding tackle - if you get my drift.

I quite enjoyed school itself. Dad had decided that it would be best for me to
go a nearby private school rather than the huge comprehensive school down the
road. This meant that I went a school with only 400 pupils than 1200. Classes
were smaller and I had a great circle of friends. There was about a dozen of
us, roughly 50-50 girls and boys, who hung out together.

*****

It was one day in the August of my 15th year that Dad received a letter from
James. He had been transferred to an embassy in a small African state and he
was concerned that Sheila would not receive an adequate education in the local
school. He therefore wanted Sheila to return to England to go to school. He
asked if we could allow her to live with us. I couldn't believe my excitement
when Dad agreed.

Because they had other engagements Dad asked me to meet Sheila at Heathrow
airport. I set out earlier than necessary, frightened that I might miss her,
arriving two hours before she was due. Restlessly I paced the arrival hall
checking the arrivals monitor every few minutes for news. The more I paced, the
slower time passed. I felt that I would explode if the flight didn't arrive
soon. Finally the public address announced that the flight had arrived and was
disembarking. I rushed to the gate amongst a large crowd of people. Soon the
passengers began to file out and I scanned each face looking for Sheila. Soon
the crowd had passed with no sign of her.

My heart sank. Where was she? Had I missed her? Panic clutched my heart. Dad
would kill me if I lost her.

"Hello Hen," a voice spoke behind me. Not the squeaky little voice I
remembered, but a lower, older, more sophisticated voice.

I turned, and there she was. No longer a skinny kid but the most gorgeous
creature I had ever seen. Even prettier than before, her long auburn hair
glowing in the sunlight. Sheila stood maybe a head shorter than me, wearing
snug jeans and a low cut tight-fitting white sweater. Her sweater revealed a
gorgeous freckled cleavage above a pert but large pair of breasts. Her jeans
were so tight they revealed every detail including the slit in her plump mons
veneris.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked.

We embraced - no, we hugged each other as hard as we could. We kissed so deeply
that it seemed we wanted to eat each other. I felt her fabulous breasts press
softly against my chest triggering my erection. Sheila felt the bulge against
her body and stepped back with a knowing grin.

"My you've grown," she laughed.

"So have you!" I countered staring pointedly at her chest. Sheila blushed
slightly then laughed. We grabbed her bags and caught a taxi home.

We settled down in the back of the taxi, enjoying each other's presence.

"So tell me Hen, have you got a girlfriend?" Sheila asked tentatively.

"Do you really need to ask? I've had one or two but I'm afraid I'm a one girl
guy." I grinned. "What about you?"

"You know the answer," she replied with a small almost serene smile and she
rested her head on my shoulder.

It was early evening by the time we reached home. Mum and Dad hadn't returned.
There was a message on the answerphone from Dad telling me that they wouldn't
home until after midnight. We had the evening to ourselves.

We decided to chill out in the lounge. Sheila was a little jet lagged and
stretched out on the couch for a nap. I sat down on the floor with my back
against the couch and watched some football on satellite TV. I was in seventh
heaven, sat comfortably in the presence of the girl I loved. Yes, make no
mistake, I now knew exactly how I felt about Sheila - and I believed or should
I say, hoped, that she felt the same way as I did.

I lay back watching with great pleasure as West Ham soundly beat Arsenal. As I
leant my head back I felt Sheila's foot against my cheek. Looking up I could
see that Sheila was asleep. Her socked foot was warm and soft and, turning my
head, I pressed my nose against it. Her foot had a slight sweaty smell, which,
contrary to normal perceptions, was sensuous and pleasant.

I kissed the sole of her foot feeling the warm caress on my lips and relishing
the slight but intimate taste.

"Hmmm, that's nice," Sheila whispered. Her eyes were half-open and she looked
like a contented cat lying in the sun. "Don't stop."

Gently I continued showering tiny kisses over her foot.

"Wait a moment," Sheila asked. Reaching down she pulled off her socks. Her feet
were pale and beautiful, her skin soft and slightly damp with sweat. Her
toenails neatly cut and painted with scarlet nail varnish. Slowly I ran my
tongue along her foot. God, I was in heaven, the taste, texture and the fact
that it was Sheila's body combined to fill me with lust setting my heart
thumping. It was serendipitous that Sheila was not in the slightest bit
ticklish and could enjoy the sensation as much as I.

She began to caress my cheek and nose with her toes and I deftly sucked her big
toe into my mouth, sucking it in and out and wrapping my tongue around it.
Sheila gave a barely audible sigh as I sucked.

"Hen, do you remember the way you used to use your tongue on my clit?" Sheila
whispered, blushing slightly.

"How could I forget, that was the most amazing experience of my life."

"You wouldn't like to do it again, would you?"

I didn't answer. I didn't need to answer! I knelt up and began to unfasten
Sheila's jeans. She lifted her rear off the couch as I slipped her jeans down
and off her body. Underneath she wore a small pair of simple white panties.
Sheila parted her legs and I gently pressed my hand over her slit. The gusset
of the panties was damp from the juices that had already oozed from her.

"Yesss... you haven't forgotten how," she sighed, pushed her pelvis against my
hand. I kissed her clit through her panties, her gentle musky smell filling my
nose. I had to see her uncovered and slipped her panties off.

When I had seen Sheila before her crotch was a thin, bald, velvety slit. With
her maturation Sheila's crotch had fleshed out. Her mons and labia now a soft,
rounded cushions. Sheila had quite prominent major labia and small minor labia.
This meant that her vulva looked just like a simple slit. Her mons was covered
in a thick but trimmed mat of auburn pubic hair which ran down the sides of her
vulva but stopping before her tiny anus. You can probably detect from my
meticulous description that it was the most beautiful sight.

I slid my tongue into her slit onto her clit. Sheila reacted exactly as before
with a gasp and a little jump. Her clit was larger and was firm and erect. I
was able to take it between my lips and suck it in and out. I ran my tongue
down her slit, over her tiny urethra and into her wet vagina. Sheila's vagina
was tight and as I pushed my tongue in as deeply as I could, I felt the tight
membrane of her hymen.

I looked up. Sheila's eyes were tight shut and she had pulled her shirt up
above her breasts. She was rhythmically squeezing and massaging her breasts
through her white bra. Sheila must have sensed my gaze because she opened her
eyes and looked at me. She smiled broadly.

"Would you like to see my puppies?" she mouthed, not needing to speak out loud.
Without waiting for a reply she leant forward pulling her shirt over he head
and unfastening her bra. For their size, her breasts were firm and sagged only
a little as they came free from the bra.

Her breasts were gorgeous. Pale and tipped with large pink puffy nipples. They
had a light upward tilt giving them a cute pertness. I couldn't resist and I
moved up her body so I could take a nipple into my mouth. I had felt girls'
breasts before but this was my first taste. Her nipple stiffened in mouth,
hardening to a tight bud. Sheila gave a slight throaty moan and pressed my face
firmly against her breast. The flattening of her hot, soft flesh over my face
added to my pleasure.

I lost track of the time that I teased, kissed and caressed Sheila's breasts
but I could sense her heightening excitement. I returned to her wet crotch to
administer my oral coup de grace. I gathered her rigid clit into my mouth and
closing my eyes I committed my attention to delivering the best orgasm I could.
As I felt her body respond I gently increased my ministrations teasing and
licking her. I knew the end was close when I felt Sheila's hands on the back of
my head, pushing my face against her. The bucking of her hips increase and she
pushed her clit to and fro across my lips as though she were trying to fuck my
mouth.

When Sheila came it wasn't with the usual strings of "Yes" or "Oh god I'm
coming." It was more of a long, deep groan, her body becoming rigid and
shuddering before flopping back after her release. She lay back, her face red
and her usually pale chest and breasts flushed pink. I sat back watching as she
slowly recovered.

"Oh Hen! That was fabulous!"

I felt a flush of tenderness at the thought that I could have given her so much
pleasure.

"OK, young man, you've seen how I've grown up, now show me how you have,"
Sheila jumped off the couch and began unfastening my jeans. I think I mentioned
earlier that my "tackle" was more than adequate. Well the taste, smell and feel
of Sheila's body had given me a raging hard-on which sprang out of my
underpants as Sheila pulled them down.

"Well, I thought it was pretty big when we were twelve, but that's a real
monster." Sheila husked as she held my cock with both her hands.

"Well, I expect you to be able to take it all down your throat just like you
did when we were younger." I grinned, winding her up.

"I'll give it a try!" but Sheila sounded a little doubtful.

Sheila began by taking just the head of my cock into my mouth, swirling her
tongue over it and under my foreskin and poking the tip of her tongue into my
'japs eye'. I was oozing a fair amount of pre-cum and Sheila spread it across
my cock head with her tongue. I was glad that I routinely washed my cock well
and it wasn't cheesy. All the time Sheila cupped my balls in her soft, warm
hands, gently stroking the skin of my scrotum.

I groaned at this exquisite pleasure and Sheila looked up, her eyes smiling
with pleasure and mischief as if to say "I've got you where I want you and
you're helpless."

Slowly Sheila began to take my cock into her mouth. Inch by inch it disappeared
until it reached near the back of her throat and the gag reflex kicked in.
Sheila tried to ease more of me in, her eyes watering, but she couldn't manage
it all. Sheila removed my cock from her mouth.

"Sorry, Hen, I need more practice," she grinned, a string of her spittle
linking her lips to my cock. Moving my cock out of the way, she began to suck
and lick at my balls, her tongue rubbing deliciously over my scrotal skin. At
same time she squeezed and rubbed my cock. I could feel tensions building and
my balls begin to tighten. So did Sheila who resumed sucking on my cock, taking
it as deeply has she could.

I warned her that I was about to come and Sheila, bless her, sucked even
harder. My spunk burst out in long powerful jets. In spite of my warning, the
first jet must have hit the back of her throat, causing Sheila to gag slightly.
She contented herself with just sucking on my cock head collecting the rest of
my ejaculate into her mouth before swallowing.

"That tastes better than before, Hen. Thicker and sort of creamy. What have you
been doing?" Sheila grinned. "I suppose there's more protein in there now with
all those wriggly sperm!"

Sheila stood and hopped onto my lap, facing me, her legs wrapped around my
pelvis. I could feel my semi-hard cock nestling against her soft, wet crotch
and my god, it felt good.

As we rested I studied her body, absorbing every luscious detail. Her breasts
were superb orbs, their upper surface speckled with freckles, their lower parts
pale and curved, slight reminiscent of large, shelled, boiled eggs. I gently
ran the back of my hand over them, experiencing their heavenly softness.

Sheila hadn't missed my blatant admiration. "Nice eh?" She grinned and lifted
her arms above her head, pulling her breasts upwards. This not only made her
breasts even more attractive but also revealed the secret of her armpits.
Sheila's armpits were heavily forested with long deep reddish auburn hair. The
hair was dark and curled where it had been wetted by her sweat. The sight was
arousing and my cock stiffened against her crotch.

Sheila felt the twitching against her. "So bushy pits turn you on?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Most of the girls I know, shave, why did you let your hair grow?" I finally
asked.

Sheila dropped her arms, resting them on my shoulders.

"Three years ago we were in West Africa I started puberty. As hair grew in my
pits I tried shaving them. It was horrible, it made my pits sore and I got
nasty rashes. Mum hasn't shaved for 20 years and she suggested I let the hair
grow. As it grew I got to love its softness. Lots of people say it makes you
smelly but I find that a good wash with soap twice a day and a herbal lotion
that Mum makes prevents that problem. What do you think?"

She lifted her arm up and I sniffed the warm, damp hair. There was a slight
sharp smell of Sheila's body mixed with a blend of mint, lavender and an
indefinable spiciness. The mixture hit my body making my cock stiffen fully,
wedging itself into the entrance of Sheila's vagina.

"I see you like my deodorant."

Sheila hugged me hard, her naked breasts squashed hot and softly against my
naked chest. She then kissed my hard and deep, her tongue snaking into my mouth
carrying the taste of the residues of my spunk.

"I love you, Hen." she whispered in my ear. "I've loved you as long as I can
remember." At last I had the affirmation I needed. I then knew that Sheila
shared my feelings. I was choked up, I couldn't speak. I just nodded. Sheila
understood.

She leant back a little so we could look at each other. We didn't need to
speak, our faces said it all. Sheila's cheeks were wet with tears, and I have
to admit, I had one or two wet spots myself.

Finally I voiced the one fear I had.

"We're cousins, what will our parents say?"

Sheila smiled with a confidence I didn't feel.

"It's not illegal you know, Hen. Cousins can marry, its not incest. Also, my
Mum knows."

"What!" I gasped. "How?"

"Simple. I've been utterly miserable for the last three years. At first Mum
thought it was just puberty, hormones and that sort of thing. She isn't stupid,
however. She knew we had a strong bond and when I didn't get any better she
guessed there was something else. She hassled me until I finally told her that
I missed you. She was OK about it, she said she had always suspected we were
pretty close but she wasn't sure how close. Anyway she's also told Dad. We all
had a big heart to heart talk and they accepted that this was no pre-pubescent
crush. I couldn't settle at school, I simply wasn't happy."

"This is what led to them sending me back to England. They're happy as long as
I'm happy. The only thing is that they don't want me to have proper sex until
after I'm sixteen. Oh and by the way, they've also written to your Mum and Dad
telling them how it is."

I felt a thrill of shock flood through me. Mum and Dad knew!

"When did they write?" I gasped.

"Hey, Hen, don't panic. They wrote a couple of weeks ago."

Suddenly, I realised I had already had an indication of how Mum and Dad felt.
They had asked me to collect Sheila alone. They had this convenient social
engagement which will keep them out late. They had deliberately left us the
opportunity to work things out alone.

Sheila was watching my face intently and must have seen that the penny had
dropped.

"I see you've finally worked it out. Hen. You're not very quick off the mark
are you? I knew as soon as I heard the answerphone message what they were up
to. Are you OK about the sex thing?"

"You know, Sheila, I've always fantasised about what it will be like to go the
whole way but I never thought it would happen. I think we have a pretty good
sex life already and I'm happy to wait." I was pretty dumb struck that we were
even discussing this.

"One thing, Hen, when we do, it'll be properly. No nasty condoms. I want all of
you inside me." Sheila fixed me with a stern look.

"You'll have to go on the pill then."

"No need, I'm already on it. I had some period problems a year ago and I was
put on the pill to sort them out." Sheila smirked.

This woman was an endless source of surprises. I had this terrible feeling of
not being in control.

Sheila gave a huge yawn.

"I'd love to help relieve you stiffness problem," she smirked, rubbing her
crotch against my cock, "but I have a nasty feeling I'd fall asleep." The jet
lag and sex had worn Sheila out.

"Go on, get to bed," I told her. "We'll have plenty of time to have fun."
Sheila grabbed her clothes and went to her room. As she went I was left with
the vision of her firm pale rear, wobbling slightly as she walked.

I decided to wait up for Mum and Dad. As I sat alone I pondered on the totally
surreal situation I found myself in. In effect Sheila had conspired... no,
agreed with her parents that we could have some form of relationship that
could, in theory, end in sex. My parents were party to this agreement. This was
weird. The normal arrangement was that your parents did everything they could
to curtail your amorous inclinations, not encourage it. I just couldn't get my
head around things.

Around one thirty in the morning, they returned. They came into the lounge and
smiled.

"Did Sheila have a good journey?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, she's fine." I replied. "She's in bed sleeping off her jet lag."

"Er... Mum, Dad, we've got to talk."

"Let me get some coffee first," Dad suggested.

We settled down with our coffee and I launched forth.

"Sheila has told me the real reason why she has come to England and also that
her parents have written to you. I need to know what you think."

"I won't pretend that I'm completely happy," Mum began, "but I suppose it was
inevitable. Frankly we would prefer it if you and Sheila found someone else not
in our family. We know that there is nothing illegal about cousins having a
relationship but we don't think it's the ideal or even best of situations."

"We recognise the strength of your bond and we are satisfied that you are
serious about each other and that your relationship will probably have
longevity. If it guarantees your happiness then we are prepared to allow you to
continue. We're not happy but we'll give it a go."

"You have our blessing," Dad continued, "but you two will behave yourselves and
not take advantage. Both of you are underage and you must understand that. We
are not granting a licence for promiscuity. You will behave just as any other
teenagers do living in the same family."

"It's OK, I fully understand. I won't step out of line." I assured them. ('at
least not until we're 16,' I thought.)

*****

In the meantime, we had to address ourselves to mundane issues such as school.
As I have already told you, Sheila had attended my school for a few months when
we were twelve. She had done pretty well even over such a short time and made a
good impression. Consequently, the headmaster was quite happy for her to join
permanently.

The following morning we entered the school together. We went up to some of the
girls in my year and I introduced her. Several of the girls remembered Sheila
from her previous short stay at the school and they began chatting straight
away, which was just as well since my best friend Simon grabbed me by the arm
and dragged me away from the girls.

"Henry, who is that gorgeous creature? I'm in love!"

Si was a great guy. He had all the attributes girls liked, tall, handsome,
hunky. He was also a great pal, a good laugh, reliable and steadfast in
adversity.

"Hell, Si, don't you remember my cousin Sheila? She was here for about six
months three years ago."

"You mean that skinny red-headed kid?" Wow, has she grown up! Do you think she
would go out on a date with me?"

"Well Si, she's her own boss. Why don't you ask her." I fancied a little fun.
Si went up to her expecting the reaction he normally got from girls - immediate
and total infatuation and acquiescence.

"Hello there, I'm Simon. Would a beautiful girl like you be doing anything this
evening?"

Sheila looked up around catching my eye and seeing me smile. She immediately
twigged that something was afoot. She gave a sly smile.

"Well, Simon and why would you be interested in what a beautiful girl like me
might be doing this evening?" For once in his life Simon was caught flatfooted.

"Er, well, I thought you might like a date."

"And why exactly would I want to do that?" Sheila smiled sweetly, her eye
glinting mischievously. Simon looked around seeking a snappy repost. The other
girls looked on amused. We were all great friends and they all loved Simon, but
they also loved a little fun."

"W... well, I thought we might, er... have a drink, er... maybe catch a film...
Oh come on, Sheila, give me a break." Simon was struggling.

"Simon," Sheila decided to let him off the hook, "I'd love to." Simon gave a
grin of triumph and satisfaction, "but I already have a man and he wouldn't
like lt." Simon's face fell and we all fell about with laughter. The bell for
the start of the day's lessons rang, cutting off any further fun.

"You can't win 'em all, Si," I told him as we entered school.

I rather liked being called a man but I kept my own counsel. I didn't want
anyone else knowing our little secret.

*****

Things settled down to a steady routine. Sheila settled in well at school and
soon showed that she was a talented and able student. She soon became good
friends with the other girls in our circle and established her own social life.
This was useful because I had all my own commitments with the football team and
circle of friends and it was good that she had her own life.

I may be biased but, for her age, Sheila was a remarkable young woman. In every
way I can think she was the sexiest girl I knew. I don't think I was alone
since most guys she met seemed to have an overwhelming urge to take her on a
date. She had great fun winding the guys up but always took great care not to
be a tease. No guy likes a tease. Sheila preferred to remain unattainable
except to this anonymous boyfriend she claimed to have.

So what was so sexy about her? Well I've already told you about her golden
auburn hair coupled with her unblemished, pale complexion. Sheila looked as
though she had stepped out of a pre-Raphaelite masterpiece. Certainly her hair
was her crowning glory, always clean and gleaming, it's waves falling about her
shoulders. Her other pride and glory were her nails. Sheila loved to keep her
nails in perfect condition. On her hands they were long and carefully shaped.
No need for false, "stick on" nails these were her own. On her feet they were
trimmed to be slightly long but not so long that they scratch you in bed! Just
enough length to run my tongue over when I sucked her toes. When not at school
she kept them painted with a scarlet nail varnish - partly because it looked so
good and partly because she knew it gave me a hard-on. Her feet in open sandals
were a joy to behold.

Sheila never touched the hair under her arms, preferring to let it grow as long
as it wished. Whilst her legs were not heavily hirsute she preferred to keep
them smooth by waxing. The bush on her mons was thick and luxuriant but grew in
a well-defined triangle, requiring trimming. She did however prefer to keep the
hair surrounding her slit and her anus shaved.

"It stops 'nasty niffs' she once explained.

Removing this hair is a task allocated to me and one I performed with extreme
pleasure and not a little arousal. Not often do you get the chance to look at a
girl's most secret places from only a couple of inches!

Sheila didn't use makeup, her complexion was too good to be hidden. She did
however use a scarlet lipstick to match her nails. The sharp contrast of the
bright red of her nails and lips, her golden red hair and her pale milky skin
was breathtaking. Also the smooth slickness of lipstick added a whole new
dimension to kissing.

Finally her body. What can I say? The best word is perfection. Smooth, firm and
slim but without being skinny. Just enough flesh to give voluptuousness. Again
her skin was pale and milky only broken by large pale brown freckles on her
upper chest and breasts. Her breasts, full, firm topped with large pink puffy
nipples. Her deep red bush sharply contrasted her pale belly and thighs. Her
rear, pert but voluptuous, smooth without cellulite.

Sheila told me that when she is 16 she wanted to get piercings. She had it mind
to have simple rings though her nipples and a simple clitoral bar. To be
honest, the whole idea gave me a constant hard-on. I could hardly wait to feel
the contact of the metal on my tongue as I licked those places.

I could write volumes more but I won't bore you, preferring to keep the
multitude of other little details to myself. I think you get the message.

*****

One Saturday evening a couple of month's later, I was relaxing in the lounge
with a couple of beers watching the TV. I was pretty tired after a particularly
tough football match that afternoon and I was enjoying watching my favourite
team playing on TV. Mum and Dad were away overnight visiting friends.

About halfway through the game Sheila came in. She looked gorgeous in a short
pleated blue skirt and a tight white T shirt. She was bare footed and her
scarlet painted toe nails gleamed sexily. She had been out round one of the
girl's houses for an evening of videos and chat. As she kissed me deep and
wetly. Her lips were warm, full and relaxed, her lipstick smearing on my mouth.
Her sweet spit dribbled over my tongue. I could smell a hint of vodka on her
breath.

"Been drinking, my girl?" I knew she and the girls enjoyed a drink but she
never drank too much.

"Just my usual couple," she husked as she started nibbling my near. Shit, why
did she always do this when I was watching a match?

"Not now, the 'Hammers' are playing." I muttered darkly.

"We'll see," she whispered. Sheila stood up and just within vision and reached
behind her back under her white T shirt. She had unfastened her bra and with
some complex manoeuvres she managed to remove her bra without taking her T
shirt off. She draped her still warm bra over my head and began massaging her
tits trough her shirt, lasciviously, teasing her nipples erect.

"Want some of this, big boy," she husked.

I pointedly stared at the match, trying to ignore her.

Sheila muttered in disgust and pulled off her knickers. She held them to her
nose, sniffing deeply.

"Hmmm, smells good, want to try it, big boy?" she coaxed, rubbing them on my
face. The whiff of feminine musk made my cock twitch.

Take my word for it, I wanted nothing more than to have some, but not until the
match was finished - for fucks sake, a guy's got to get his priorities right!
Sheila wasn't having any of it and knelt in front of me and unfastened my
jeans. She pulled them and my pants down revealing my boner.

"So you are interested." Sheila growled and she planted herself on my lap.
facing me, legs either side of me waist and her warm crotch pressed firmly
against my cock. I could feel the moistness of her juices. I continued to try
and watch the TV over her shoulder.

Sheila grunted in disgust and began rocking her pelvis to and fro rubbing her
slit against my cock. That was it, there was a limit to what I stand. Football
would have to wait.

I pulled Sheila's shirt up and rubbed her fabulous tits firmly, pinching her
nipples.

"Ah, I finally have your attention," Sheila grinned.

I kissed her deeply and began moving my own pelvis to increase the friction. At
one point my cock began to enter her wet vagina. Sheila stopped moving.

"It's tempting, Hen, but I've promised not to go all the way until I'm 16 and I
mean to keep that promise. You can be sure that the best birthday present you
can give me will be to fill me up with your cock and your juice but you'll have
to wait until then."

We began moving again, my cock shaft sliding along her slit and over her clit.
Fuck, it was gorgeous. Soft and wet, every ripple of her slit sending waves of
pleasure through my cock. Sheila was a also beginning to gasp. I guess she must
have felt particularly horny because she suddenly came, giving the
characteristic long groan which always signified her orgasm. Sheila leant back
pushing her clit hard against me and I could watch the pleasure wash over her
face. There really isn't anything nicer than the expression on the face of a
girl when she's in the throws of a good orgasm. In Sheila's case, her eyes
rolled back momentarily so only the whites showed. A classic sign that she
wasn't faking.

At that moment my own orgasm hit and my spunk jetted over Sheila's belly, tits
and down over her bush.

"I love it when you make me wet," Sheila husked as she began rubbing my spunk
into her body and into her crotch, paying particular attention to her slit. "In
two months time you can make me wet inside."

The way she made that simple statement sent a shiver of lust up my spine.

*****

"I think its time for one of my famous parties." Simon announced. Simon, Sheila
and I were sat taking the sun one lunch break at school.

"Oh fuck, do remember the last time you held one? Are you sure?" I was overawed
by the implications. Simon's parties were famous for their debauchery and
general misbehaviour.

"Oh, what happened?" asked Sheila, ever the innocent.

"Believe me, you don't want to know the details. Suffice to say it ended up
with two naked girls being tied up, smeared with cold custard and cast adrift
in a rowing boat on the park lake." I replied, quietly relishing the memory.
Simon looked at me and we burst into fits of laughter. It was one hell of a
party.

"Anyway, the die is cast." Simon continued once he regained his composure.
"Next weekend the aged parents are away and we will party until we drop."

"Is Jeanette coming?" I asked, emphasising the last word heavily.

"Yes and YES!" Simon replied beaming.

"Are you talking about Jeanette Simms?" Sheila asked.

"The very same," Si and I giggled.

"So what's so funny about that?" Sheila was getting a little pissed off with
our little innuendoes. Jeanette Simms was in the year above us - a shy and
extremely beautiful girl who gave everyone she met an instant hard-on. Sheila
had become good friends with Jeanette.

"Jeanette has a hidden side which is not instantly obvious. Don't get me wrong,
she's a great girl and a really good friend, but she er... has a slight er...
problem." I really didn't know how to explain.

"Well what is it?" Sheila was really getting pissed off.

"If I were to tell you that her nickname is the 'school bike' would you
understand?" Simon asked.

Sheila looked bemused.

"Sheila, she's a nymphomaniac." There, the truth was out.

"You mean she's addicted to sex?" Sheila looked amazed.

"I'm afraid so," I replied.

"Why?" Sheila looked confused.

"I know some of the story," Simon interjected. "I understand that Jeanette was
abandoned by her parents when she was a baby and that she spent the first five
years of her life moving between different sets of foster parents. She was only
permanently adopted when she was six, a relatively late age. This made her
insecure and she felt the a continuous need to keep on the right side of people
and the only way she could think of doing it was through sex. In all other
respects she is well adjusted. She's good to her adopted parents, does what
they say, doesn't smoke or take drugs, drinks only in moderation and is an able
and attentive student."

"How do you know all this?" Sheila sat wide-eyed at these revelations.

"Because she was my girl friend for six months. I loved, no love, her and she
loved me. I just couldn't stand her infidelities. It didn't mean she didn't
like me, she just couldn't help herself." Simon for once looked a sad and
broken guy.

"Sorry, Si, I didn't mean to be nosy." Sheila realised she had upset him.

"No sweat, kid, you weren't to know," Simon regained his normal mood. "Anyway,
are you up for it?" Again we giggled at the pun.

"Sure, Si, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I grinned.

"And will you bring your guy, Sheila?"

Sheila hesitated not knowing what to say. So I butted in.

"I'm afraid not. He's at University at the moment and won't be able to get
away. Sheila can come with me if she doesn't mind being with her boring old
cousin."

"That suits me," Sheila smiled her gratitude to me, "I enjoy a good party."

True to form the party was a success, with drinking and seriously loud music.
Sheila went in a tiny black dress which showed her marvellous cleavage off to
best effect and was probably a couple of inches shorter than it should be. I
saw several of the guys staring, mentally undressing her.

At one point Simon came up to me.

"Jeanettes performing upstairs," he whispered.

"I want to see," Sheila insisted.

"Are you sure?" I was dubious that she would find a single girl being serviced
by several guys very pleasant.

"I'm quite sure," she replied tersely and we slipped upstairs and into the main
bedroom.

Sheila gasped at the sight. Jeanette was nude and was on her hands and knees
over a guy who had his cock buried in her cunt. Another guy, behind her, had
his substantial cock buried in her arse. A third guy was getting a blow job.
All three thrusted into her vigorously. With each thrust Jeanette gave muffled
grunts, whether of pleasure or pain was unclear. With a shout the guy at her
head rammed his cock deep into her throat and emptied his sack into Jeanette's
throat. Jeanette gagged retching up blobs of white spunk which then oozed down
her chin.

"Hey Henry, are you going to partake?" Simon shouted.

I was in a quandary. I wanted to have some fun but I couldn't do it with Sheila
there. On the other hand, the guys would think it strange if I declined. Sheila
solved the problem.

"Go ahead," she whispered, "but only a blow job, nothing else."

I walked around to Jeanette's head and pull out my old man.

"Hi Henry," Jeanette smiled. "Go on, give my throat a fuck."

I pushed my cock into her welcoming mouth and putting my hands on each side of
her head began fucking her mouth. Jeanette was highly skilled, able to take me
into her mouth and down her throat without choking and without grazing my cock
with her teeth. She took all of me so that my balls slapped against her chin. I
looked up. Sheila was watching with a slightly flushed face.

"It's OK, have fun." she mouthed silently.

I felt my sap rising and warned Jeanette.

"Here I come, ready or not!"

She responded by gripping my cock with her lips and sucking. My spunk blew down
her throat and she swallowed it greedily.

"Thanks Jeanette," I husked as I put my cock away and left the room.

It was around two in the morning when Sheila and I decided it was time to
adjourn. We made our farewells and were just about to leave the front door when
we saw Jeanette. She was fully dressed and looked as attractive as ever.

"We're going home. Would you like to call in for a coffee?" Sheila asked.
Jeanette's home was near ours so she readily agreed. I made the coffee while
the girls went to the lounge. When I reached the lounge with the coffee, Sheila
was alone.

"Jeanette has gone to the bathroom." she told me.

Soon Jeanette came back and sat down gingerly on the settee.

"There are two problems with parties. One I get pretty sore and the second is
the question of leaks. I always take an incontinence pad with me to mop up
leaks and stop my clothes getting stained." She explained as she took a drink
of coffee. "Ooh, that's great coffee, it's helping to settle my stomach. A
belly full of cum can give you indigestion."

"Jeanette, why do you do it?" Sheila was blunt. "You don't need to. Don't you
know that the guys just use you."

"Sheila, I've got a lot of mental baggage which makes me what I am. The sex
helps me feel of value. I use the guys not the other way around. And please
don't feel sorry for me, I'm perfectly happy, really."

"But what will become of you?" Sheila looked almost distraught. "Are you going
to end up as some old slapper, the butt of everyone's jokes?"

"When I'm old enough I'm going to go into porno films." Jeanette revealed. "I
know I have all the attributes and it will allow me to get sex and get paid.
I'll be OK."

There was a pause in the conversation and we sat drinking and enjoying each
other's company.

"Tell me, how long have you two been an item?" Jeanette asked.

We were dumfounded, we had worked hard to keep things secret. We stammered
denials but she wouldn't be put off.

"I may be the 'school bike' but I'm more perceptive than most of the kids in
school. I've seen the way you two act. Just little things but enough to allow
me to put two and two together."

"I suppose we've been an item since we were five," Sheila finally conceded. "We
first had sex of a sort when we were twelve. We haven't gone the whole way yet,
we're waiting until I'm 16."

"A genuine virgin eh? Good luck to you. The first time is great, you'll enjoy
it." Jeanette smiled. "And I suppose you let Henry have a blow job at the party
to cover your tracks - smart move. Well, Sheila, I have some news for you. I'm
bisexual and I think I should give you a little fun too, just to balance out
the score."

Before Sheila could react Jeanette had knelt in front of her and was easing her
knickers off. She pushed Sheila's dress up to her waist and spread her legs
before burying her face into Sheila's crotch. After a moment she looked up.

"Henry is a lucky guy. This is the juiciest and tastiest nest I have ever
eaten." She then resumed giving Sheila head. Sheila first looked embarrassed
and then put her head back, closed her eyes and sighed quietly. I suppose the
best person in the world to give a woman head must be another woman. They know,
through personal experience, all the little tricks that give pleasure. It
certainly did the trick with Sheila. Jeanette worked on her for over half an
hour, lifting her up, close to orgasm before easing off. By the time she
finished Sheila had had at least three fierce orgasms and looked utterly
shattered.

Finally Jeanette stopped and sat on the settee.

Sheila finally came around and to my surprise asked Jeanette if she wanted her
to reciprocate.

"Any other time I would say yes immediately but to be honest Sheila, my nest is
sore and I don't think you'd like to lick twelve different guys spunk out of
it. Can I take you up on it another time when I'm fresh and clean?"

Sheila looked at me, asking a silent question. I nodded.

"Yes, Jeanette I'd like that provided Hen gets to watch," Jeanette grinned:

"Deal! And now I must go home."

She kissed Sheila and then myself goodnight and was on her way. What I found
totally amazing was the taste of her hot, wet lips, smelling of Sheila's
juices.

"Well, how did you enjoy that?" I asked Sheila who still lay wide-eyed on the
chair.

"Amazing. Sorry Hen, you're good when it comes to giving head but Jeanette is
in another league. It felt strange, another girl licking my nest but once I
closed my eyes I forgot all about it. I was worried that she might not like my
smell but she was as bad as you! She knew all those little places that turn me
on. She was so nice that I felt guilty about just taking, that's why I want to
return the favour."

*****

The morning after the party I crawled out of bed at eleven. I went downstairs
and made coffee. Mum and dad weren't due back until late that evening so we had
the day to ourselves. I took our mugs of coffee upstairs. I went into Sheila's
room. Her duvet had slipped off the bed and she was asleep, sprawled face down
across the bed, her face buried in the pillow. She wore pink pyjamas with a
teddy bear pattern. Her pyjama top had ridden up revealing half her back and
her pants slipped down showing a lot of her 'lower cleavage'. It took all of my
self-control to stop me leaping on her there and then.

I put a mug of coffee on Sheila's bedside locker and opened the curtains.

"What time is it?" Sheila groaned, lifting her tousled head up.

"Around eleven," I replied sitting on the bed. Sheila rolled over and began
sipping her coffee. Her pyjama top was not fully buttoned and one of her
nipples peeped through the opening in the front. Sheila noticed where I was
staring.

"Hen, is that all you ever think about?" making no attempt to cover her
luscious flesh.

"Most of the time when I'm not thinking about football," I smiled.

We sat, silent, sipping our coffee, slowly getting up to speed.

"Hen?" Sheila finally spoke. "You saw Jeanette last night get done up her bum."

Sheila seemed to have difficulty using the normal earthy words that most used
for sex. For example, for "tits" she used "puppies," for "cunt" she used
"nest," for "fucking" she used "doing it" for "arse" she used "bum" and so on.
It was refreshing to hear someone who was slightly coy about sex. On the other
hand, when actually getting down to sex she was as uninhibited as anyone.

"Yes I did, she seemed to getting off on it big time." I remembered how she
screamed for her arse to be fucked harder and how it had gaped open, dribbling
spunk, once the guys had finished.

"Have you wondered what it might be like?" she continued.

"Well Si told me he's done it a couple of times. He said that for the guy it's
totally amazing. Because the sphincter grips you so tightly the sensation is
unbelievable. He did say that you have to be careful to make sure the girl is
relaxed and well lubricated. The anus doesn't have the same natural lubrication
as the vagina and can tear if you're too aggressive. Also, the girl may not
come off because there aren't the same nerve endings there. The girls he did it
with came off by rubbing their clits."

"Would you like to try it with me?" Sheila blushed slightly and averted her
eyes as she asked. I was slightly nonplussed. Sure I wanted to do it but
firstly I didn't want to hurt Sheila and secondly I wanted her to enjoy it as
much as I. When it came to sex I was a giver not a taker.

"Yes, I would. But can you tell me why you want to do it?"

"Firstly, I long to push the frontiers of what we do a little further to show
what we mean to each other. Our birthdays seem so far away and I find it
difficult not being able to go all the way. Doing it in my bum isn't really the
same as proper sex so we wouldn't be breaking our promises. Secondly, the sight
of Jeanette's bum being stretched gave me the horniest feeling I have ever had.
Go check my knickers from last night."

I picked up her discarded knickers from the floor. The gusset was still very
damp. I held them to my nose and was assaulted with the most incredible smell.
Even though Sheila had showered before the party the smell was powerful.
Pungent musk
laced with a strong hint of pee.

Sheila must have seen my expression as I sniffed them, she blushed furiously.

"Do they 'niff' very much?" I snapped back to reality, trying to control my
lust.

"Darling, this could cause a dead man to get a stiffy. Try it," and I passed
her panties over to her. Cautiously she held the knickers to her nose and
sniffed.

"Wow, Hen, did I do that? I must admit I peed myself a little with excitement
when I saw Jeanette getting done. Gosh the smell even makes me feel wet between
the legs! Anyway, Hen, if you want to try it in my bum I'm willing."

"OK," I replied.

"I had better first visit the bathroom," Sheila blushed again and off she went.
After five minutes I heard the toilet flush and she returned, naked from the
waist down holding her pyjama bottoms and a tube of KY jelly. She lay face down
on the bed.

I began gently massaging her arse cheeks and lower back, feeling Sheila relax.
The great thing about Sheila is that she's a wide range of erogenous zones and
getting her turned on is very easy. As she relaxed I spread her legs, revealing
her tiny pink anus. I ran my finger lightly over the tight bud making Sheila
shiver in response. I bent forward and kissed it.

Sheila had washed after visiting the bathroom and she smelled sweetly of soap.
I teased her cute little hole with my tongue and she writhed with pleasure.

"Hen, you are very rude! Don't you dare stop."

"As long as you don't fart, I won't," I muttered.

"Stop it Hen, you're making me blush."

I began rimming and tonguing her firmly, feeling her anus begin to relax and
open. I put a dab of KY on her opening and began to ease a finger in. A little
way in I hit her inner sphincter which suddenly relaxed allowing my finger to
slide in. Sheila shivered.

"Oh Hen, that feels lovely." she sighed.

I eased my finger in and out and in a gentle circular motion opening her up. I
tried a second finger, which Sheila accommodated easily followed by a third.
She was wet and open. Time for the big one. I rolled Sheila onto her side and
she curled up in the foetal position. My cockhead was by now swathed in pre-cum
and I gently rubbed it against her anus, adding to the KY jelly.

Slowly and gently I pushed. I felt Sheila's sphincter open and my cock head
began to enter Sheila rested her hand on my hip and in turns squeezed or
relaxed to signify whether I should push or pause. A couple of times her breath
hissed in discomfort and she squeezed hard. I then stopped and waited until the
pain passed.

Suddenly with a slight 'pop' my cockhead was inside her. I stopped.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes. It feels a little big but very nice. Please put it all in."

I made sure that the whole of my shaft was well lubricated and I pushed,
sliding gently and smoothly into Sheila's rectum. As I did Sheila gasped aloud.
I really can't describe how good it felt. Tight, hot, wet, amazing. By know my
belly was pressed against Sheila's arse and my balls against her slit.

Sheila straightened her body so that I had full access to her body while still
being deep inside her. I could kiss and nuzzle her neck while stroking her
chest, belly and between her legs. I didn't try fucking her arse yet, I wanted
her fully aroused before then. Sheila whimpered and sighed as I worked on her
body, bringing her breasts, nipples and clit to taught arousal. Her slit was
awash with fluids that dribbled down the front of her thigh. Then Sheila played
her trump card. She lifted her arm above her head bringing her armpit close to
my face.

Her thickly bushed pit was wet and I was hit with the night's accumulation of
sweat. This was 150% proof pheromones. I buried my face in her pit smelling the
sharp, almost offensive, body odour literally feeling my blood tingle at this
massive assault of femininity. Sheila was rubbing her clit with long, expert
strokes and I realised, with surprise, that she had buried her face into her
knickers from the previous knight, breathing her own smell.

I began pushing in and out of her rear, slowly but firmly. Sheila began
matching my thrusts ensuring that each time I penetrated her fully. In unison
we began panting and groaning and the tempo increased. When I finally came I
thought my insides were going to squirt out of me. My cock felt as though it
was doubling in size. The convulsions of my cock were long and powerful like
nothing I had previously experienced. Sheila, feeling my orgasm deep inside her
hit her own. I thought she was going to eat her dirty knickers as she pressed
them hard against her face.

It seemed to take an age until our breathing and heartbeats settled down. My
cock slowly shrank and, just before it popped out, I pressed my hand over
Sheila's anus, hold my spunk inside her. Her anus seemed hugely stretched.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "I seem to have stretched you rather a lot."

Sheila reached down and felt her gaping rear.

"Hmmm, that feels nice. Hen, that was the rudest, dirtiest, loveliest sex we
have tried. You must promise me that you will do that to me at least once a
week for the rest of our lives. If not, I will desert you without a second
thought."

"My only pleasure is to serve, Madam. Your wish shall be my command."

*****

Because our birthdays fell only two days apart Mum and Dad decided to hold a
big joint dinner party to celebrate. It was fortunate that Sheila's parents
were able to come home for a week making the celebration complete. Because my
birthday fell on a Thursday and Sheila's on a Saturday, the dinner was held on
the Friday between the two. It was a marvellous occasion with all of use
retiring to bed slightly drunk.

The following day Sheila had opened her presents and we all sat together
enjoying breakfast. There seemed a strange, ill-defined tension in the air.
Finally Dad spoke.

"Henry, do you remember the conversation we had the day Sheila arrived and the
promise you made?"

"Yes I do."

"Did you keep that promise?"

"Yes Dad, I did." Looking at her parents I asked, "Do you know what we are
talking about?"

"Yes," James replied. "We made Sheila give a similar undertaking."

"You know the concerns we have had about your relationship," My mother joined
the conversation, "we still aren't happy but we now see how devoted you are to
each other and must accept what is to be."

Then Sheila's mum dropped the bombshell.

"The four of us are going away for today and tomorrow leaving you and Sheila to
your own devices. You are both now 16 and at the legal age of consent. You have
proven our trust in keeping your promises and we will now leave you to do as
you see fit."

I blushed deeply and saw that Sheila was the same. We were being given full
permission to screw each other if we wished. Wow, it was somehow scary. I
didn't know how to reply so I just nodded.

Mum burst into laughter, joined rapidly by the other adults.

"If you could see yourselves now! I would never have believed that my son would
be too embarrassed to be able to speak.


Later we sat in the lounge, just Sheila and I.

"Well, what did you make of that?" I asked.

"It's odd to be treated like an adult. It's also odd that the moment we've been
waiting for has arrived. But, let's get to it." With a grin she began pulling
off my clothes. I had come prepared and had fastened a length of pink ribbon to
my todger.

"What's that?" Sheila shrieked with laughter as my emblazoned cock came into
view.

"Your birthday present, aren't you going to open it?"

She did. With a deft movement Sheila pulled off the ribbon and took my cock
into her mouth, teasing it stiff with her tongue. I let her work on my cock for
a while before stripping her and getting down to work on her fragrant slit.
Soon she was sopping wet with juices and moaning softly.

"Sit on the bed," Sheila instructed. She climbed onto me, face to face, legs
either side. I held my cock vertical and she lowered herself allowing my cock
to enter her snug, very wet vagina. It felt good and Sheila's smile of pleasure
indicated that she agreed. Slowly she lowered herself, my cock burrowing
further until it reached her hymen. It felt has though I was pushing against a
thin sheet of rubber. Sheila paused and then pushed down.

Nothing happened! Sheila winced in pain as my cock pushed hard against her
hymen which refused to tear. Sheila pushed down again, harder this time, with
the same result.

"Oh Hen, it hurts," she cried, her eyes welling with tears. She paused, holding
herself so my cock was no longer pushing into her, her chest heaving. She
gritted her teeth and forced herself down again. The same result but this time
it was hurting me as well as the pressure bent my stiff cock. She squealed with
pain.

"Oh God, this is just like my mother!" she cried. I looked at her in confusion.
"Mother once told me that her hymen wouldn't tear on her wedding night and they
eventually had to get the doctor to cut it for her. My grandmother had the same
problem. In most women the hymen is quite thin. In our case we have a genetic
tendency to have very thick hymens."

Tears of pain and frustration streamed down her face. She gnawed her lip with
indecision, clearly considering the situation. Her face cleared as she reached
a decision.

"I've waited all this time, I'm not going to be defeated now." Sheila removed
my cock from her vagina and squatted on the floor. She reached between her legs
and pushed two fingers inside herself. After a moment she gave a gasp of pain
and removed her fingers. Her sharp and beautifully manicured fingernails on the
two fingers were wet with blood. I guessed Sheila had torn her hymen with her
finger nails.

Sheila climbed back on my lap and grabbing my cock put it back inside her. This
time, when she pushed down, my cock forced itself completely into her body. It
still hurt and Sheila's face was creased with pain. Sobbing with pain and
anguish Sheila began riding up and down my cock. This was no good, we couldn't
continue like this.

"Sheila. Please stop." I begged. She complied. "Wait, this is supposed to be
fun, not torture. Lie down."

Sheila lay on her back, her legs apart. I went to the bathroom and returned
with a flannel wet with warm water. Gently I cleaned Sheila's crotch, clearing
the blood and soothing her. She sighed with pleasure. I then began licking her
crotch, resurrecting Sheila's passion and arousal. I could taste the metallic
tang of her blood mixed with her lubricating fluids adding a poignancy to the
occasion. This time when my tongue entered her vagina only the tattered edges
of her hymen were to be found.

Slowly Sheila's pelvis began to move in response to my tongue. Slowly her sobs
turned to passion and not pain. Her vagina was wet and ready. I sat on the bed
and took her hand, signalling that Sheila should climb on me again. This time
as she lowered herself on my cock although she winced slightly, she smiled with
pleasure as I penetrated her to the full.

"Thanks Hen, that feels much better."

It was good. A snug, wet tube, gripping my cock. Every ridge of the wall of her
vagina could be felt. We began to fuck. Slowly, in unison, our bodies thrust at
each other. I had never seen Sheila so aroused. Her face, neck and breasts no
longer pale. Instead a deep pink. Her nipples were rigid almost like hard
buttons sewn to her breasts. Her lubricating fluids washed from her crotch over
my thighs and belly, making our bodies slide over one another. Her body was
slicked with sweat, especially her hirsute armpits that emitted a sharp,
arousing scent.

My cock felt as though it were make of iron and it pounded fully into Sheila's
vagina, pushing against her uterus. I felt my lower body tighten and my cock
swell as my orgasm approached. Sheila sensed this change and gasped:

"Oh yes, fill me up Hen."

My cock responded promptly on this demand, flooding Sheila's vagina with hot,
white fluid. This in turn triggered Sheila who orgasmed with unprecedented
strength. She threw her head and body backward, holding on to my shoulders to
stop falling. Her body shuddered as the pleasure wracked her. It was almost
frightening in intensity. We threw our arms around each other hugging firmly,
feeling each other's pounding hearts. Finally we moved apart looking at each
other. No words were necessary, we knew that finally our relationship was
complete.

*****

Well, I suppose you want me to tell you how my life with Sheila turned out?
Well I can't, for the simple reason that it still continues. We are now both 25
and work in partnership as IT consultants and we're doing very well with a
large house and matching BMWs. We live together. Our parents gave up long ago
trying to persuade us to find other partners accepting that they fought a
losing battle.

I once raised the question of marriage. I remember it well. Sheila was sat on
my lap with my cock buried to the hilt in her gorgeous vagina.

"What do you think about marriage?" I asked.

"Yeah, whatever," came a fairly distracted reply.

"Come on, Sheila, will you marry me?" I was persistent.

"Hen! I'm busy right now working on my orgasm and really can't be bothered to
think about irrelevancies. Ask me again in a few years when we know each other
better."

You know? She was right. After all, we've only known each other for 25 years
and you know what they say about short courtships and marrying in haste!