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4

I grew up in a small town with strict religious parents who homeschooled me until high school. That was when my mom finally admitted she needed someone else to teach me math. In high school I was not allowed to date for religious reasons and because I started so late in the school system I did not meet many people outside of my church friends and my cousins.

My favorite cousin and best friend was Lara, and around the time boys start noticing something a little different about girls, a little something they liked, I started noticing Lara. She was the same age as me, with blonde hair that shone like gold in the summer and burned like amber in the winter. Her eyes were a blue that ranged from clear summer skies to raging winter storms, depending on her mood. She was outgoing, friendly, responsible, hard working, and very picky about her friends. Oh, she was friendly with everyone, but she reserved her heart and emotions for a very few people. I count myself lucky to be one of those people. Maybe that was where this whole escapade began.

You see, like I said, I wasn’t allowed to date, but I never really wanted to. Lara and I would hang out alone all the time, going to drive-throughs, seeing movies, or just hanging out at one of our parents’ houses. I kept my attraction to her secret because she was my cousin and I didn’t want to ruin our relationship. However, I did occasionally joke about it with her throughout high school. She would joke right back, of course, but we never did it where anyone could hear us. It was our inside joke, our little secret humor that we shared; that if we weren’t related we would probably have dated.

Well, that’s all the conversation was throughout highschool, a played out private joke we only told when alone together, and it stayed that way. Until we graduated. Lara wanted to be a pilot. I was slated to ship out to Marine boot camp at the end of the summer. Our lives, so long intertwined, would soon be pulled apart by our own career choices. Things between us began to change.

It wasn’t long after graduation I found myself on Lara’s garage roof, a common hangout spot for us. We liked to watch the stars and talk about our future plans. Well, that night we joked again about how, “if we weren’t cousins, we totally would’ve dated each other.” Only, on that night, we pretended, just for a moment, to not be cousins. The kiss we shared and the heat of her body pressed against mine fueled my hunger. We almost got caught, but we didn’t stop there. Something had happened, a switch had been flipped and there was no going back, not for me at least. I began to test the waters.

Soon after that night we began playing phone games, edging one another closer and closer to saying or doing something “inappropriate.” Lara let her bra strap hang low on her shoulder for me to see at church. I left my shorts unzipped in the car to see if she would notice. She did. It began to pick up from there until one night, while hanging out at Sonic, I accidentally spilled a drink on Lara’s shirt. Lara kept the shirt on, but removed the bra underneath and left it in my car. When I found it later and told her, she heavily implied it was for me to use in private. And I did, quite often. Because her shirt was now ruined though, Lara demanded I take her shopping, like a good boyfriend should.

“If we’re pretending not to be cousins, we gotta pretend to be something, right?” She had asked. That’s how I found myself picking Lara up on a Saturday morning to take her shopping for a new shirt.

I pulled up to the curb in front of Lara’s yard around ten in the morning. I guess curb is a strong word to use for the delineating mark where the gravel road ends and the grass begins, though. I checked the rearview mirror to make sure I didn’t have anything in my teeth and straightened my T-shirt. It had a band on it that Lara and I both liked, one of those angsty bands we all listened to in high school because our parents didn’t understand us.

While I waited I flipped open my phone and texted Lara.

-I’m here.

I waited a few seconds and my phone buzzed.

-Be right out.

My heart began to beat like a freight train. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me and reached down to unzip my cargo shorts. Lara had noticed the other day when I drove her and our friend Grace to get snacks at the gas station, but that day I had been wearing boxers. Today, I was not. I wanted to see what Lara would do if she noticed. The thrill and fear of what might happen caused my cock to begin to swell.

A few moments later, Lara burst out of her mom and dad’s yellow farmhouse, leaped off the porch, and ran across the large front yard on her tan, muscular legs. She was wearing baggy gym shorts, a summer camp t-shirt, and a backpack. Her blonde hair flew behind like a golden banner as she slipped into my car and said, “go, go, go.”

I all but peeled out, looking at my rear view mirror in time to see my aunt come out on the porch and cross her arms under her shriveled, bursa merkez escort tiny breasts, so very unlike her daughter’s.

“What’s, uh, what’s with aunt J?” I asked as we drove down the country lane, kicking up dust on a typically warm June day. The sun was up in a sapphire blue sky and only occasional puffs of cotton clouds floated across the light, casting us into almost chilly shadows for a few seconds. It was going to be a hot one, and my car didn’t have air conditioning.

“Oh, uh…nothing important. Could you pull over up here, real quick,” said Lara, pointing at a bend in the road shaded by a grove of pine trees.

“Sure,” I said, confused, “Why?”

“Just gotta change real quick,” said Laura, sliding one arm inside her shirt.

“Change?” I asked stupidly as Lara pulled her shirt over her golden head and dropped it on the floor of my car. I was struck dumb for a moment, staring at Lara who now wore nothing above her waist but a red bra with black lace designed to look like a garden of roses. I spent a lot of time with that bra later on, but at that moment I barely noticed the rose pattern. I was too busy staring at Lara’s beautiful breasts.

They filled the cups of her bra with ease and pressed over the tops as if eager to spill out and be seen by the world, unhampered by fabric or lace. The same freckles that dotted Lara’s cute German nose were spread atop her soft white flesh that flowed so easily with the movements of her body. I felt my cock begin to grow in my shorts and press at the open gate of my lowered zipper.

“You like this one?” Asked Lara, arching her back and pressing out her breasts to show off the garment.

“Uh…” I said with great intelligence as I blinked furiously like a baby seeing the world for the first time. Laughing, Lara reached over and pinched me.

“Ouch, what the hell,” I laughed.

“Language.”

“You pinched me!”

“I just wanted you to know it was real,” she said, smiling, “you’re not dreaming.”

“Well, any time you want to use my car as a changing booth, I’m here for you,” I laughed.

“Oh, that’s not really why I wanted to pull over,” said Lara. Before I could ask another question, she launched herself from her seat onto my lap. I felt my cousin grab my face with both her hands and press her soft, pink lips to mine. Her hot breath washed over my chin as her tongue explored my skin. I opened my mouth, eager to taste her. Our tongues collided, intertwining as we explored one another. She tasted like mint and smelled like lavender.

I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, my hands cupping her firm, athletic ass and squeezing her tight, pressing her warm flesh close to mine. She wriggled and swayed, pressing her firm, athletic ass down on my hard cock, threatening to pull it loose from my shorts as she crushed herself against me. she laughed in my mouth as she felt me grow. My hands roamed up her back, exploring her waist. I wanted to reach higher, to fill my hands with her soft, warm breasts. Before I could, Lara pulled slowly away and smiled.

“Thanks, I’ve been wanting to do that all week,” she said, blushing with the heat of the moment and a tinge of her own embarrassment. “feels like maybe you did too,” she added, wiggling her butt over my hard cock. It hurt, but it felt good too.

“I guess we’re pretending not to be cousins today,” I laughed somewhat breathlessly, my hand still resting on her warm, naked waist.

“Same rules as last time,” said Lara as she slid back into her seat and took off her gym shorts. Beneath she wore jean cutoffs.

“Looks like your barn door’s open again,” said Lara with a meaningful look at my open zipper. I looked down. Bold as day the hard, veined shaft of my cock could be seen. My head was still tucked inside, but it would not take more than a gentle tug for my penis to be completely exposed to my cousin.

“Yeah, I can’t seem to fix the zipper,” I said, blushing and reaching down to zip myself back up.

“That’s alright,” said Lara, placing a hand on my wrist and stopping me. “I mean, I guess I’ll just have to buy you some new shorts at the mall.”

We sat there for a long moment, her hand on my wrist, staring at one another over the open door of my shorts.

“We…”

“Yeah,” said Lara and I started the car.

While I drove down the gravel lane, Lara reached down into her backpack and fished out a sky blue crop-top that matched her cornflower blue eyes. She slid it over her slim, pale neck and pulled her golden hair into a ponytail. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she looked over at me and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

“First rule of backless shirts,” she said, smiling, “you can’t wear a bra, it looks trashy.” I watched as she reached under her shirt to pull the garment off.

“It’s a nice bra, though,” I said, smiling as she folded it up.

“Oh, you’re an expert now? At Sonic you didn’t seem to know what they were.”

“I’ve done some research,” I said, bursa escort bayan blushing.

“I figured you might like it. Has the one I gave you been working fine?”

“Oh yeah,” I said with a grin, “I’d give it back to you but it needs to be, uh…washed. It might be a little stained.”

“I’d wear it stained,” said Lara, folding up her bra and shoving it in my glove compartment. As my slowly moving man-brain was still trying to grasp what Lara had just told me, my cousin said.

“What was with your mom? She didn’t look happy when we drove away,” I said as we meandered down dirt roads toward town.

“She didn’t like my outfit and told me to change,” said Lara, growing grumpy and crossing her sun kissed summer arms beneath her breasts.

“Not a fan of gym shorts and t-shirts?” I asked, glancing at the swell of her cleavage.

“No,” said Lara and punched my arm. “I was wearing this. She said it was inappropriate to go shopping, especially with you.”

“Why especially with me?” I asked, feeling a cold fist clench in my gut.

“I don’t think she…suspects us, I just think she’s a paranoid old spinster,” said Lara, crossing her arms under her breasts again. The sunlight bounced off her pale, freckled skin and I admitted to myself, Aunt J had a point. The croptop was not only backless and showed off Lara’s middle, but it plunged steeply, giving me a beautiful view of her cleavage.

“I had to run out real quick before she tried to check what I was wearing underneath. Honestly, she would dress me up like an Amish girl if she had the option.”

“I’ve heard those Amish girls are pretty wild sometimes,” I joked.

“Not as wild as me,” contended Laura.

“Just saying. Stuck on those farms with no one to look at but their brothers and some goats.”

“Yeah, it’d be crazy if they caught feelings for their relatives,” said Lara, irony dripping from her tongue as she glared at me over the smile tugging at her lips.

“All I’m saying is no way you’re as crazy as they are.”

“You’d be surprised,” said Lara, giving me the side eye as we reached the end of the dirt road and I pulled out onto the paved street leading into town. As the wind whipped through the open windows, Lara reached casually across the center console and placed her hand on my thigh. My already hard cock strained at the fabric of my shorts as her touch lit my blood on fire.

“You really should get your zipper fixed,” said Lara, trying to hide her smile.

“Damn shorts,” I said, blushing.

“Want me to zip it up for you?” she asked, openly grinning now as her hand roamed over my upper thigh.

“Nah, it lets in a nice breeze,” I said and she laughed. I liked making her laugh. She leaned back in her seat and kicked one foot up on my dashboard, giving me an uninhibited view of her sleek, athletic legs. Reaching down with her free hand she briefly rubbed the place where her legs met.

Feeling bold, I placed one hand on her knee. She reached down and moved my hand higher up her thigh.

“That’s better,” she said, though she was blushing furiously. I drove slowly, enjoying the feel of her hand on my thigh and my hand on her’s. I slid my pinky finger slowly closer to the hem of her jean shorts. She looked down at my exploratory finger and then out the window, as if to purposefully ignore my intrusion. I slid a finger underneath the hem of her torn jean shorts. Lara bit her lower lip and sighed, sounding frustrated. Confused, I started to pull my hand away.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, grabbing my wrist and locking it in place.

“Sorry, it sounded like I was…”

“BJ, you got a lot to learn about girls,” said Lara sighing again and pulling my hand back, deeper beneath her shorts until my fingers were resting in the crease of her leg. My fingers brushed against the warm fabric of her underwear and came away damp with moisture.

“Amish girls,” said Lara, rolling her eyes. I laughed and continued to stroke her flesh through the fabric of her underwear as we drove.

“I’m gonna need to buy a new thong at this rate, too,” she said, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps. I grinned.

“Eyes on the road, sparky,” she said, “I don’t wanna die a virgin.”

With those words ringing in my ears, I pulled into the mall parking lot.

5

Our tiny town lies like an afterthought on highway 69 between two larger cities. You’ve probably driven past it without stopping for much more than fuel or to stretch your legs while traveling from one big city to another.

As you may imagine, there weren’t a lot of places to go clothes shopping. We did have a Walmart, which drew customers from several surrounding towns too small to have their own, but the big news came in my last year of middle school when some enterprising land developer decided to build a mall. They broke ground in my freshman year and by graduation the building was still new, the product still fully stocked, and the novelty of shopping at our town’s tiny mall had not bursa ucuz escort yet worn off.

It was a weekend as I pulled into the packed parking lot, so the mall was crowded. For a moment I almost panicked, afraid that someone we knew might recognize Lara and I shopping together. Then I remembered that we had been to this mall almost every weekend for the last three years that it had been open. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Only today, for me, it was. As we climbed out of the car the hot summer sun hit my skin, already uncomfortably hot. I saw sweat break out on Lara’s shoulders and neck, trailing down ehr exposed back.

“Come on, let’s go get me a new shirt so I can get out of this one,” said Lara, smiling mischievously over her shoulder at me. I followed, trying not to smile too hard.

The mall was crowded with families doing weekend shopping and teenagers milling around the food court. We saw a few people we knew and stopped to chat with some of them. Joanna was headed to the bookstore to buy more manga, some kind of weird Japanese comic book I didn’t quite understand. David and Beth, two of the pastor’s kids, were headed to Spankers, a dimly lit novelty shop that smelled like incense, sold bongs, death metal CDs, funny t-shirts, Jnco jeans, and sex toys. The smell of popcorn wafted across the mall from the movie theater hosting the summer hits and the sound of teenage laughter echoed off the concrete walls.

Lara led the way through the crowds, weaving in and out of the human crush to her favorite clothing store. A neon sign in the window was advertising “50% off swimsuits!” She looked at me over her shoulder and smirked.

“Do you have a swimsuit for Amanda’s pool party tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it the same one you had last year? That old gray one?”

“Yeah, it’s still good.”

“No, BJ, it’s not. You have to get a new swimsuit every year,” said Lara, scandalized.

“Why?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Come one,” said Lara, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside, “I guess we’re getting you a new swimsuit, too.”

Inside we ran into Alexa, Amanda’s younger sister. She was tall, with curly black hair and green eyes. She had graduated a year before us and was about to start her second year at the community college. Lara immediately told on me and said she was helping me buy a new swimsuit for Amanda’s pool party because I was “hopeless.”

“You mean you’re still wearing your same one from last year?” asked Alexa, aghast.

“Why is that weird?” I asked.

“Lara. Help this boy,” laughed Alexa, rolling her eyes. Then she froze and started blushing. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “BJ, your barn door is open.”

“Oh my gosh,” I said, blushing furiously as I reached down and zipped myself up. “Thanks, Alexa.”

“See, he needs all the help he can get. I’ll take care of him,” said Lara, pulling me away by the arm to lead me further into the store. The look on her face communicated that she meant to help me in a way that would make Alexa blush even more.

Lara led me to the women’s section first to find her shirt. She began to rifle through the racks while I stood next to her awkwardly, answering questions with borderline unintelligence as Lara asked my opinion on several different garments. I tried not to look around too much and kept my hands in my pockets. Right next to us was the lingerie section. Growing up my mom had always made me look away when we walked past it. Now, I felt like a perverted intruder into a realm where I did not belong, even if I was with Lara.

“How about this one?” asked Lara, drawing my attention back to her. She was holding a long sleeve, green and black striped shirt, which seemed out of place for summer. However, it was completely see-through.

“Uhm, I mean, it’s pretty, but…like are you going to wear something underneath it?” I asked.

“Maybe,” said Lara with a smirk, “maybe not all the time. But you’re right, I need something that covers my bra straps, obviously. People keep playing with them,” she said with a pointed look at me. That broke the ice for me and we laughed. I helped her pick out a few more shirts to try on and felt a little more relaxed.

“Alright, swimsuits next,” she said.

“What?”

“Come one,” said Lara and dragged me over to the swimsuits. As she started looking through the racks I found a pair of trunks I liked almost immediately and held them up for her to see.

“That’s all you got?” she asked, incredulous.

“Yeah,” I said, holding up the pair of trunks, feeling embarrassed and not knowing why. Lara sighed, exasperated and rolled her eyes.

“Here, hold these,” she said, depositing a load of shirts. I blushed as she picked through the men’s suits and pulled out several pairs for me to try on.

“Lara, that isn’t really necessary,” I said. She scowled at me, looked around to make sure we were alone, and then arched up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

“Did you stop and think that maybe I want to buy you a pair of swim trunks that I enjoy looking at you in?”

“Uh..no,” I said stupidly.

“Didn’t think so,” said Lara, falling back on her heels and looking through the suits. “Guys don’t hold the monopoly on looking at girls in swimsuits, BJ. Now, go try these on and I’ll come find you in a minute.”

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