Cousins (the Beginning)

by Terrance MacDonald

Hi, I'm Chris, the one on the right in the picture. Garrett is on the left, he's my cousin, but he's also my best friend. We've pretty much spent the last 14 years together, since we've known each other since we were born, or as close as you can get to that since he's a week older than I am. I can't really believe I'm writing this down, but I have to tell someone and this keeps it more or less anonymous. I don't think I could just talk about what happened last weekend to anyone who knows us, and anyone who I know also knows Garrett.

I'm not gay, but I have known for a while that Garrett is. He did come out to me about the time we turned thirteen, but I knew it even before he told me. I can't even really tell you how exactly I knew, there were subtle little things and I just knew it. It never changed anything in our relationship, we've always loved each other and been best friends; we still are.

We had been having sleepovers at each other's homes since I can remember. Our homes were modest, our families both being basically middle class. We each had a double bed in our room, which we always shared for the sleepovers. Nothing ever happened between us, at least until last weekend. We had always snuggled up together when we slept, but there was nothing sexual to it. We were just best friends, and sometimes we ended up holding each other as we slept. It all seemed perfectly normal and innocent to me, but then again since there was nothing to it, so it was.

We'd spent the day at the lake, playing in the water and kicking a soccer ball around the large yard at the cottage my mother had inherited from her parents. Garrett and I always had a great time together, and today was no exception. It was getting late in the afternoon when Mom called us to come in and get ready to go back to our house. Of course, we pressed the window as much as we could and didn't actually come back in until my dad came out and yelled at us.

When we got inside, dad took a look at how dirty and sweaty we were and told us that we weren't getting into his car to ride home without taking a shower. Mom wasn't very happy about that – we were now behind schedule since Garrett and I had not come in when she first called us. "Both of you, get into the bathroom now and take a shower!" she practically screeched at us.

"What, at the same time?" Garrett and I asked at almost exactly the same moment. There was after all, only one bathroom at the cottage.

"Yes, both of you, in the shower right now!" She was very obviously pretty irritated as us (and that's an understatement). "You've bathed together since you were babies, and since you decided to waste all that time, you can just do it again now!" Dad just closed his eyes and kind of shook his head. I knew that look, he might not agree with Mom, but he wasn't about to disagree with her. We grabbed our backpacks with our spare clothes in them and headed to the bathroom; there wasn't any point arguing with Mom when she got into one of her 'moods' as Dad called them.

"We better make this quick," I told Garrett as I turned on the shower. "We probably have about three minutes before she breaks in through the door." He shrugged and started stripping off his shorts and boxers. I followed suit and followed him into the shower. Fortunately, the shower was large enough for the two of us, just barely. We did brush against each other a few times as we maneuvered around to wash the lake water, sweat and yard grime off and shampoo our hair. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help but notice that Garrett was getting a little excited 'down there'.

Our bodies were very similar, we were almost exactly the same height, our hair color was very close, and we both had slender, but not muscular builds. Since we spent so much time together, our tans were very similar with the exception of our tan lines as Garrett normally wears much shorter shorts than I do. Our nipples were a very light pink color and the only body hair either of us had started growing was just above our dicks, nothing in our armpits or on our legs so far. Neither of us had very much of that, but it was coming in a very light brown for each of us. We were both circumcised and about the same size soft; we had never been hard together, but they were probably about the same then too, I would think.

We finished up as fast as we could, the threat of Mom breaking into the bathroom was very real and we both knew it. We dried off, pulled on fresh boxers and shorts, stuffed our soiled clothes into our backpacks and headed out into the living room. Dad had already loaded up the car, and Mom rushed us out to the car as soon as we came out of the bathroom. We barely had time to grab our shoes and certainly didn't have time to put them on.

It took us about three hours to get home. Mom whipped up a quick meal for us all while Dad, Garrett and I unloaded the car. We never dressed more than the undershorts and boardies that we had been rushed out of the lake cottage wearing, and after dinner and a little television, Garrett and I were shooed off to bed. We took off our boardies and climbed into bed wearing our boxers, which was how we normally slept these days. I can't speak for Garrett, but I was feeling rather exhausted. We lay in the bed next to each other for a few minutes talking, but I was wiped out and ready to go to sleep.

I have no idea what time it was when I woke up that night, but I know it was very late. It was weird, I could feel that my boxers were gone – there's just a feeling when you are naked that you know you don't have any clothes on. The covers were still over us, so that feeling was the only thing that I can attribute it to, but I could definitely tell that I was now naked. Garrett pulling my boxers off is probably what woke me up, but I can't say for sure. All I know is that when I woke up, they were gone. Not unusual for our sleepovers, Garrett's hand was on my chest. What was unusual was that his hand was rubbing around; not a lot, but enough to tell that it wasn't a random action in his sleep, it was definitely deliberate. If that wasn't enough, his hand was also slowly working down my torso.

I didn't move or let on that I was now awake at all. Garrett's body was very close to mine, and seemed to be getting closer. As his hand began to rub my stomach, I could swear I felt the tip of his very stiff dick begin to press against my hip, so his boxers must be gone too. Like I said, I'm not gay, but I had accepted that Garrett was and he knew that I wasn't. Nothing like this had ever happened between us before, so I didn't know what to expect to happen next.

I really didn't think he would keep going since he knew I'm not gay, but he did. What was he doing?!?! As his hand reached my pubic region, I could now feel his entire stiffness pressed against my hip as he continued to move closer. Again, I'm not gay (how many times do I need to say this?), but I could tell that what Garrett was doing was making me hard, despite that. I could definitely feel the stiffening of my shaft pressing up against the covers that were still over us. At least his hand hadn't quite gotten there yet.

So, what so I do? Hope that he'll stop? Let him know I'm awake and tell him to stop? Just let him keep going and see what he was going to do? I was still thinking about this when his fingers reached the little patch of pubic hair I had grown. His fingers touched my shaft and released it from the prison that being pressed against the covers we were under had created for it. That was it, he may not have known I was awake, but he definitely knew now that I was hard. Then his hand cupped my balls. I couldn't help it, I tensed up for just a second but that was all he needed to know that I was actually awake. He edged just a little closer and whispered into my ear, "Relax, you'll enjoy this, I promise."

I didn't know what to think, but I have to admit that when he started stroking my shaft with his hand it did feel rather nice. I know he could tell I was enjoying what he was doing because I arched my back up just a little and let out an involuntary moan. Yes, of course, he kept going.

When he rolled over on top of me, we were both about as hard as we could possibly get. Garrett started a back and forth movement, grinding our penises against each other. I could just barely feel a little wetness on my stomach, which must have been pre-cum, but was it his, mine or both? I wasn't entirely comfortable with where Garrett was going with this, but so far, he was right, I was enjoying it. Hey, at 14, sexual pleasure is sexual pleasure, right? You know the old saying, a wet dick is a happy dick, right?

Then Garrett was up on his knees above me. The covers fell away off his back when he knelt above me. He reached back behind him and continued to rub my extremely stiff dick. I stared at his. I could just barely see it in the dim light from the streetlamps outside, but I could definitely see it. It seemed to be throbbing and pulsing, small drops of pre-cum were leaking from the tip. He raised up a bit and as he did, he pulled my shaft into a more upright position. I was nervous… What did he have in mind? I couldn't manage to get the words out to ask; all I could really do was gasp a little as he sat back and held it to direct the tip to his asshole. He sat back and began to wiggle his butt a little. Well, that's the best way I can think to describe it. That is when I had to ask him what he was doing.

"This is something I've dreamed about for a long time, I just didn't think I would be doing it with you," he told me quietly. "I really want to know what this feels like and the time seems right. Just relax, I'm going to do all the work."

And with that, he pressed back, taking my dick into his ass, slowly but surely. When the shaft was about halfway into him, he sat back quickly, taking the rest of it into him all at once. He let out a rather audible wail as full penetration was achieved, but he didn't make any immediate attempt to pull back up. For my part, I just lay there, sort of stunned at what was going on. I couldn't believe this – my cousin had gotten me hard and then squatted down on my dick so that I was, well, for lack of a better way to say it, fucking him.

Neither of us moved for a moment or two. Finally, I started to hump in and out a little. I had never had my dick inserted in anything other than my hand before this evening, but I did have a pretty good idea how things were supposed to work… That's why you slide your hand up and down the shaft when you jack off, right? He wasn't really ready to start that part yet and quietly told me to stop for a moment. "This hurts a lot more than I thought it would, just give me a little time to get used to it."

"You never did this before?" I asked.

"Of course not, nut-head. I might be gay, but I'm not a slut."

A minute or so later, he started to move up and down some, so I started working it a little too, matching Garrett's rhythm, but also wiggling my hips a little side to side. I'd heard that helped stimulate the experience, but of course I'd only heard this in the locker room from older straight guys talking about screwing girls. I had no idea how this butt sex thing was supposed to work. Apparently, it worked here too, from the expression on Garrett's face, he was really getting into this. I have to be honest, I was really enjoying this too. Yeah, I know, I'm straight. I really would rather have been balls deep in a girl's pussy, but this did feel absolutely amazing.

We got going pretty fast and furious. The bed squeaked a little, and I'm sure the headboard bumped against the wall at least a few times. No one yelled at us to keep quiet or stormed through the door demanding to know what was going on, so I guess we didn't make that much noise. Sheesh, talk about embarrassing, but thankfully that didn't happen, so I won't dwell on that point.

I could tell that I was getting close to spurting, and not knowing exactly how this worked, I told Garrett that we better stop. He sort of shook his head 'no' and kept going. Well, if he was going to keep it up. I didn't have a Hell of a lot of choice as he was, after all, on top of me. It wasn't like I could exactly get up and leave. As I felt my climax getting imminent, I started driving even harder, in and out of Garrett's butt. It wasn't a voluntary action, but I was past the point of no return by then.

As I felt myself start to cum into my cousin's bowels, his expression changed somewhat, so I'm sure he could feel what was going on inside him. After I finished, Garrett collapsed on top of me, a good portion of my dick still inside him. I felt a wetness between us, he had cum too. We held each other as he lay on top of me. It was a comfortable feeling, even though I had just boinked my male cousin. When he lowered his face to kiss me, I even welcomed his tongue into my mouth. Okay, I guess I have to admit it, I liked that too. Gradually as I became soft and my dick withdrew on its own accord from his ass, I could feel my cum leaking out of him and dripping down onto me.

We hadn't been all that excited about having to shower together when my mother sent us to the bathroom together earlier that day, but it seemed like a good idea to have a quick shower together again now. After we dried off, we returned to bed to go to sleep for the night, but we didn't even look for where Garrett had discarded our boxers. When we woke up in the morning, Garrett and I were laying on our sides, with him spooning me.


It's been years now since that happened, and since I know you'll want to ask, yes, we do still periodically get together for sex, but that is all it is. After all, it is just sex. Right?


This story is part of the 2017 story challenge "Inspired by a Picture: Crimson". The other stories may be found at the challenge home page. Please read them, too. The voting period of 22 July to 13 August 2017 is when the voting is open. This story may be rated, below, against a set of criteria, and may be rated against other stories on the challenge home page.

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