From: warren@sideways.welly.gen.nz (Warren Williams)
Subject: Kissin' Cousins
Date: 24 Feb 92 18:33:51 GMT
Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand

KISSIN' COUSINS: an incest odyssey
by Zipper Bird <xgort@yahoo.com>

When I was ten, I spent a week at Uncle Don's cottage on Lake Ontario.
There were a lot of cookouts in the backyard since the tin roof of the
cottage made it unbearable to light the stove on a sunny afternoon, or
even be in the cottage at that time of day. One hot August afternoon,
Uncle Don was bent over the hamburgers and hotdogs as they sizzled
away on the grill, trying to do them to perfection for the hungry
Fowler clan. My three cousins, Terry, Rick and Bruce seemed like grown
men although they were 15, 16, and 18 years old respectively. I was
only 10 at the time and small for my age. Bruce had red hair, freckles
and I didn't like him especially.

     He would mess my hair up, rubbing the top of my head vigorously
like his fist was a large cigarette he was putting out on my head.
Rick used to do an Indian burn on my arm -- he was the sadistic one --
but'd always let me do one on him which was nearly impossible since my
fingers didn't reach around his massive forearms well enough to cause
much harm. Then there was Terry. Terry was the handsome one. He didn't
even look like a Fowler. He had olive skin whereas the others were
pale. He had a dark hairy body and luminous blue eyes. Terry played
this game with me where he'd wrestle me and make me sit on his lap
against my will. The smell of his skin and the feeling of his hairy
arms wrapped around me would make me giggle and grab him tighter,
burying my nose in his shirt, face pressed up against his hard
stomach.

     One morning I was sitting on a rock at the side of the lake
watching Terry get out of the water after his morning swim. His floppy
wet bathing suit clung to his genitals, which were clearly outlined
and looked enormous to me.

     "Whadda ya lookin' at?" he asked me, smiling out of the corner of
his mouth revealing white straight teeth.

     "You got hair on your chest already" I said, as I pointed to the
beginnings of a substantial hair pattern that ran from his navel to
his neck.

     "Oh, I thought you wuz lookin' at somethin' else there for a
minute" he said with a grin, looking at my eyes until I finally had to
look out toward Bass Island, or be trapped in the accusing intensity
of his stare and what it meant. He came up behind me, still wet from
his swim and held me in a bear hug saying

     "you just wait a few years and I'll have somethin' else to show
ya besides the hair on my chest." I could feel him press his crotch
against me and as I struggled to free myself from his grasp I pushed
my rear up against it, backing into him hard.

     "Watch out you little devil, you'll break my nuts" he said, as he
jumped back, finally letting go of me. I ran, with him chasing me up
the hill.

     Seven years passed and I didn't see Terry once during that time.
Instead of vacationing on Lake Ontario, we rented a cottage on Cayuga
Lake, a finger lake, closer to our home in Syracuse, and closer to the
nursing home where my grandmother, on my father's side, was kept.
Grandma finally passed away and the Fowler clan decided to have a get
together at their cottage and invited us. Bruce and Rick were working
in Watertown and only came out to the cottage on weekends. Terry just
graduated from State College at Potsdam, where he studied math and was
planning to go on to engineering school in Albany on a sports

     scholarship. He was the star soccer player at Potsdam and my
uncle would send us clippings from the local paper in Potsdam. I had
been running track in high school. Now, at the end of my junior year,
I'd won a sectional competition in the mile but was only 14th in the
state finals. My coach kept telling me I would make a terrific cross
country runner, or even marathoner, but I was too lazy. I thought
about trying to work into longer distances during the summer and
switch to cross country in my senior year.

     Rick and Bruce, my two older cousins had girlfriends and were
often getting into trouble, wrecking their cars and things. They
weren't there when we drove up on  Monday and got out of our Chevy to
greet relatives. I hadn't seen my uncle, aunt and Terry in 7 years. I
wondered if Terry would even remember me, as I stiffly embraced my
aunt and uncle and peered at him out of the corner of my eye. Uncle
Don, who had put on about 20 pounds in the gut, put his arm around
Terry's shoulder and said,

     "Terry is our good boy, he does his college work and is going to
become an engineer -- he don't mess 'round with girls." I laughed out
loud and felt less awkward as I watched Terry's face turn red.

     There he was, a man of 22, standing next to his father,
squirming, and as handsome as hell. His eyes looked like they'd become
even bluer, and a shadow of a thick beard covered his face. Above the
collar of his faded maroon T-shirt, which said POTSDAM on it in big
white letters, a tuft of thick dark hair stood out. I wanted to run up
to him and have him wrestle with me like he did when I was 10, but
found myself extending my hand sheepishly. He grabbed it and shook it
a little too vigorously, still trying to recover from the embarassment
of his father's comment about his lack of involvement in girls.

     "I hear you're a runner" Terry said to me.

     "Well, maybe we can run together in the mornings -- I have to do
it to stay in shape for soccer you know" he said smiling the same
crooked engaging smile he had 7 years ago.

     "Great" I said nonchalantly, trying to contain my enthusiasm for
the idea.

     "We can go for a swim afterward to cool down" he said. I
remembered his morning swims and reveled in the idea of doing it with
him.

     Terry and I were put out on the porch to sleep the first night,
on a sleeper sofa that folded out in two parts. I got settled on my
half, looking up at the beams in the roof to avoid looking at what I
wanted to look at --  Terry taking off his shorts and shirt, as he
crawled in beside me.

     "This isn't too fuckin' comfortable is it" he muttered in a low
voice, laughing slightly. It shocked me to hear him say

     "fuckin" but I liked the way it sounded.

     "No, it's a bitch, but what-a-ya gonna do?" I wispered back. He
laughed and said

     "where'd you learn to talk like that boy, I'm gonna tell your
mother you said 'bitch'"

     "Oh yeah fuckin' soccer jock, I'm gonna tell your father you said
fuckin" I wispered gritting my teeth and trying to sound as tough as
possible. Then he grabbed me in a playful choke hold and said

     "You little fucker, I'll fuckin beat the fucking shit out of you
if you tell my fuckin father anything." I could feel his warm hairy
skin next to mine, and his familiar scent swept over me. Something
warm and fleshy bumped against me through his underwear as I bit his
arm to make him let go. Then I heard my aunt's voice call

     "Is everything out there alright boys?" and in a lower tone

     "I hope they are getting along okay." Relaxing his grip on me
Terry said

     "we'd better get some sleep if we're going to run at 7 o'clock."
We both turned away from each other and tried to pretend we were
sleeping. I listened to his breathing and could tell he, like me, was
having a hard time falling asleep.

     In the morning we headed out running together, stride for stride,
first along the lake shore and then into a field that lead onto a farm
road. Terry wore an athletic shirt and his chest hair stuck out all
over. His legs were hairy too and he had on a pair of deep maroon
shorts that said POTSDAM over the left leg. We chatted a little but
after a while, I started to push the pace and noticed his breathing
sounding labored after a few miles. Conversation stopped. As we headed
back into a field surrounded by trees, Terry started muttering and
finally stopped, bending over in exhaustion and panting like a dog.


     "Okay...okay you little ba..bastard...so you can run a helluva
lot faster than I can. I'm going to beat the...the shit out of you" he
said. And in a calmer voice he said

     "come here," still breathing hard. As I got near him I could see
that sweat was dripping off his face and soaked shirt. He grabbed my
legs and we both rolled to the ground. After struggling for a little
while, I let him pin me, him sitting on my stomach, both panting, his
strong hands holding my arms to the ground. Our eyes met and his look
of anger and hurt pride turned to something else. His breath was like
an intoxicating wave that swept over me. The look in his eyes, the
smell of his clean fresh sweat made me put my hand behind his neck and
draw his mouth to mine. We kissed long, hard and deep, almost like we
were trying to suck life giving water from each other's mouth. Even
with his weight on top of me, I could feel the bulge in his shorts
growing harder. He drew away gently and said in a low voice

     "If you ever tell, I'm gonna kill you." I said simply

     "I want you Terry, I want you bad." We took off our shirts,
shorts and jock straps as we were rubbing against each other. I
started to stroke his thick chest hair, licking him all over up to his
underarms and feeling with my hands down to his rippled stomach and
around to his firm ass. I bent my head down to see his beautiful thick
cock, the large purple head straining toward me, glistening with
precum. Moving down to it, I took it in my mouth, holding his large
soft balls in my hand. He stroked my hair and repeated my name over
and over as I sucked like a baby on his dickhead. He wet his finger
and gently worked it up my ass.

     "I wanna have you Timmy baby" he said as if in a trance.

     "I gotta get inside of you." He gently raised my legs, kissing my
mouth as he pressed his cockhead against my virgin ass hole. I was
insane with lust and wanted him to fuck me more than I'd ever wanted
anything before. It hurt a little as he first entered but soon he was
riding smoothly, all the while our mouths sucking hungrily at each
other. My cock stood straight up and I came as he was fucking me and I
got another hardon immediately and came again just as he came inside
me. He licked the shiney cum off off my chest and sucked on my dick
some more and I came a third time. We lay in the grass, still panting,
kissing and touching. I felt transformed. I had feelings of ecstacy
that I'd never felt before. Finally, after holding and petting each
other gently for a long time, we stood up and put our clothes on. We
turned toward each other and stood looking into each others eyes, my
hand in his, saying nothing, and then headed toward the water for a
swim.

     That summer was the best in my entire life. My parents went back
to Syracuse and I spent the whole summer with Terry. We pitched a tent
in the woods a good distance fromn the cottage and slept on the same
airmatress, holding each other. His running got better and my fucking
improved to a point where I often demanded to be on top. When the
summer finally drew to a close, we parted cheerfully for show, but
were screaming with pain inside. He went to Albany for graduate school
and I went back to begin my senior year of high school in Syracuse. He
wrote to me every week and after writing about classes, the soccer
team, some of his friends, he wrote nearly a page of encoded writing,
in a code he gave me the key to. In one letter he wrote:

     "The taste of your skin and mouth is always on my mind...I feel
as though my brain will incinerate with lust until I can have you here
beside me every night." During my senior year, I ran long distances,
even in winter, to stop myself from thinking about Terry every minute.
Even when I was running though, I'd pretend each step was bringing me
closer to Terry. I applied to only one college and was accepted. The
family was delighted that I was attending the same school as Terry, so
he could take care of his younger cousin.