Showing the goat and chicken pens

My Cousin Jane

Bill and Sarah lived on a rural piece of property a little over fifty miles outside a metropolitan area; they had about 20 acres for their house, and kept a few chickens and geese and assorted farm-type small animals to go along with their large garden - most of the rest was 'undeveloped'. The setting was beautiful - wooded, clean air, fresh water, quiet, all the kind of stuff I'd missed. Bill wasn't a full-time farmer, of course; he was more of a 'gentleman farmer' - interested in what happened in farming, but without the time or resources to take it up full-time.

Things were kind of hectic the first day - all of us showed up pretty much at once, and it took Sarah a little while to get us all settled in. She was obviously happy to see all of us, but their house simply wasn't designed for the crowd it was being asked to hold.

Anyway, as we walked along, I noticed that she kept tossing glances my way - and when she didn't think I could see, would outright stare at me. I didn't pay it a lot of attention, since I just figured she was making up for the lost time that we hadn't seen each other. The whole time we were growing up, we'd always gotten along pretty well - seeing each other's families often enough, and seldom enough, to stay friendly.

At one point, though, we stopped, and parked ourselves on a fallen tree as she explained some of the troubles she was having at school - it seemed that a couple of the other girls had started spreading the rumor that she was conceited or some damn thing or other, and it was making life tough for her. She asked me for advice on how to handle it - I guess the fact that I turned up on their doorstep in uniform with a chest full of ribbons made her think I actually knew something.

As the evening wore on, all of us started getting more than a little tired, and headed off to bed. Their poor house was well past it's designed occupancy limit, so Jane and I were assigned to the boys' room - we got their twin beds, and they hit the floor in sleeping bags, between us.

As we were drifting off, Jane rolled over to look at me across the boys (dead to the world), and stick her arm out. I took her hand, and she smiled at me in the gloom, and I could just make it out as she mouthed 'I love you' to me. I smiled back, and gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Yeah, I suppose - but there were other things I wanted us to do tomorrow."

"What other things?"

"Finish it like this." - and with that, she pressed herself against me, and pulled my face over to give me another kiss; one that made it clear she wanted us to be more than 'kissing cousins' - WAY more. And as we kissed, she wiggled her cute little butt onto my lap, where she probably felt my involuntary reaction.

When the kiss ended, I told her "Jane, I really don't think this is such a good idea."

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"But it is - for me", she responded.

I sighed, and told her "Okay, if that's the way you really feel. But we'd better get back to bed, before Mike or Jake wake up, and notice we're missing." I could only hope that I'd be able to figure out a way to avoid the situation the next day - I did love Jane, and didn't want to do anything to hurt her. Or do anything that would get Sarah and Bill upset with me; they really were my favorite aunt and uncle.

homemade wheat bread., together with enough home fries, hash browns, grits, and other starches to glue anyone's arteries shut.

She started innocently enough, showing me the goat and chicken pens, then the ducks in the pond, and their guard geese. It was when we got to their small (by Midwest standards - the thing must have been 50 feet wide and 75 long, easily 30 high) barn that things got 'interesting'.

Through a combination of pleading, teasing, and cajolery, she managed to get me to climb up into the hayloft with her - and once there, she didn't hesitate to take off her blouse and skirt, leaving me with a view of her in bra and panties.

I moved back a little, and managed to tell her "Jane, please, you don't have to do this. You're my cousin, and I love you, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you or Uncle Bill or Aunt Sarah."

She smiled at me again, and said "It's okay, really. I lost my cherry last year to one of the guys in school, so that's not a problem. I'm on the Pill, which Mom knows, so you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. I trust you not to, uh, have anything that would make me sick. Dad's gone with the Men, and Mom's off with the Women. I'm here with you, and I want to do this."

With that kind of encouragement and acceptance, all I could do was to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations she created as she resumed her activities: licking all over my erect penis as it waved in the air; approaching it from the side to gently bite and suck at it; using her tongue-tip to trace complex patterns on it before taking it back in her mouth as she cupped my scrotum in her hand.

As she had the desired effect on me, she could feel my balls drawing up, and redoubled her efforts - in just a couple more minutes, she felt me tense as the first of several jets of semen erupted from me. With her mouth wrapped around the head, she took every one of them, and swallowed every drop I gave her, before taking my softening penis completely in her mouth and tightening her lips around it to 'squeegee' the last few drops from me as she pulled her head back before releasing me from her mouth.

As I lay there, she calmly set the other bottle down, and removed her panties, so that both of us were wearing only Pepsodent smiles when she lay down next to me, pulling my arm around her so that one hand cupped one of her delightful breasts which separated, but didn't sag or change shape.

We lay there like that, snuggling, for several minutes before I finally told her "Thank you, Jane. That was, uh, really something."

When I detected the faint aroma of aroused female, and felt her pressing her pelvis against my leg, I moved again, down her body. As I moved, she spread her legs for me, so that it wasn't long before I was at the source of the heady aroma that delighted me so much - her clearly visible labia framing the wet opening I sought. I paused a moment, savoring the view of her - her pubic hair thick and full, but incredibly soft, doing nothing to conceal the thin, long lips of her opening, branching out from her large, erect clitoris. I gently slid the tip of my tongue between her vaginal lips, enjoying the musky, spicy taste of her as I collected a surprising amount of her fluids. In response, she spread her legs even farther, and arched her pelvis up toward me in appreciation and encouragement.

Encouragement I didn't need, as I quickly repeated my actions, and extended them to include lightly brushing across her clitoris with my tongue - and getting a gasping sigh as my reward.

It was when I pressed into her with my tongue as I rubbed my upper lip against her clitoris that she finally went over the edge - into a deep, powerful climax that left her gasping even as her internal muscles tried to draw my tongue even further into her, and her thighs clamped down on my head.

When her spasms finally passed, her thighs fell apart, releasing me to move up, over her - and when I was in range, she didn't hesitate to kiss me - passionately - and obviously enjoying the taste of herself on my lips and face.

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I was in good physical condition - but not Superman. Eventually, supporting our combined weight began to get to me, and I simply HAD to find a less strenuous way to make love to her. I eased both of us down onto the hay, and eased off my activity until she opened her eyes and I could tell her "Jane, as nice as it is to make love with you like this, I'm getting tired from holding us both up. How about if you get on your hands and knees, and I get behind you?"

She nodded her agreement, and after a moan of disappointment when I completely withdrew from her, quickly rolled over and got on her hands and knees, looking back at me. Just as fast, I moved up behind her, and after pointing myself at her glistening opening, sank myself into her again, quickly and easily as she groaned in satisfaction.

By the time it passed, the clenching of her vagina had finally worn me out - my softened penis dropped free of her opening, releasing a miniature flood of white froth that her pubic hair tried, and failed, to absorb before allowing it to continue it's wet journey down her thighs, leaving her glistening from crotch to knees.

Exhausted, I moved to lay down on my back as Jane let herself collapse onto her stomach before rolling over to lay next to me. We lay there like that for quite a while, simply enjoying the contact where our bodies touched, as we recovered from our efforts.

When we were done, she carefully stood up and used her fingers to ensure that all of my semen was out of her before washing us both down again. We dried each other off, then got dressed - and were sitting by the pond an hour or so later - completely dry and at ease - when everyone got back to the house.

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Sarah still talks to me, and Bill hasn't come after me with a shotgun, so either they don't know what happened, or are way cooler about it than I'd have thought they would be.

Since then, Jane and I have gone our own ways - I'm now an electronics engineer, doing control and instrumentation systems; she's a sales rep for a major cosmetics company.