Learning about the birds and the bees from your cousin

Now I believe without any empirical evidence that a lot of sex starts with relatives. Boys playing, girls playing, boys and girls playing. It seems so natural that sex would start that way. Of course there is the less innocent sex, like the uncle or the granddad who bounced his granddaughter on his lap and she rubbed his dick in her crack. These things do happen.

I grew up with my grandparents. My parents divorced and my mother was declared an unfit mother due to drugs and alcohol, and she was a prostitute and nude dancer. I was three when I went to live with my grandparents, my mother died of an overdose when I was seven.

My grandmother grew up on a farm and she had no filter when it came to animal sex and how people weren't much different. A bull gots to do what a bull gots to do and the cow don't have much say in it. Just saying. Boys are just like it so be careful, keep your knees together. I was ten or younger and I heard her but didn't know exactly what she was saying.

I was twelve, I had nice beginners titties and a nice skinny ass. I wore shorts and blouses and camisoles, not bras yet. My nipples were so sensitive, I loved taking my camisole off and let my nipples rub against my shirt fabric. I didn't know much about between my legs, I hadn't reached the age to masturbate. But I could see for myself, my pussy mound was more pronounced in my panties and I could see my pussy lips in the mirror. I was, to use my grandmother's word, ripe for the pickin'.

My cousin Alfred came to visit, he was seventeen and the reason he was there was for my grandfather to talk to him about going into the service or try out for college. I saw Alfred in the bathroom, the door was slightly open, he was naked and he had his erection in his hand and he was jerking off in the mirror. I watched, with great big eyes, when he started spitting his junk, until he half bent over moaning.

I don't know why. It came to me. My grandmother was out in the garden and he and I were sitting in the living room and I asked him if he had ever seen a girl. If he showed me his dick, I would show him my pussy. His dick was big, not like a little boy's dick. He touched my pussy, wanted to get his finger in me. I fought him off but he got his finger in and finger fucked me, but his dick was hard and he split me open and we fell to the floor where he fucked me. Same thing, when he spit out his junk his eyes rolled into his head and he moaned.

So for me anyway, proof positive, I learned sex with my older cousin. I always liked it and did it as often as he wanted. I learned to hold his dick, and lick it and put it in my mouth, and he learned to lick my pussy. Fucking was the best, and I supposed because I wasn't menstruating I didn't get pregnant. He went to the service and the next time I saw him I was a full grown girl, with proper tits and hips and boyfriends.

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