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KISSIN' COUSINS

an incest odyssey

by Zipper Bird

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.

THE END