As puberty hit things got very sensitive, and not just my emotions. I found my clit, sensitive clit, I discovered orgasms, I discovered my nipples. Visiting my cousin he caught me rubbing myself against the kitchen table, it was unconscious but it was real. Being a curious George he asked a lot of questions, and he wanted to see. He was thirteen and he was hard and he showed me his hard penis. He wanted to rub himself against me and I laid back on his bed, pulled my dress up and opened my legs and he rubbed himself up and down my slit shooting his sticky mess all over my belly, my panties and my shirt.

The next time no panties, his hard penis slid into me we were as close as cousins can be. He told his friends and they told their friends, I was the first girl in my grade to get it. I got lots of questions from other girls and I told them to go for it. The school intervened, my parents intervened, my cousin was held responsible and sent to a military boarding school. As the innocent one I went to a lady psychologist who wanted me to give her all the intimate details, to work it out. I made up most everything I told her. I was put on birth control supposedly because I needed my cycle regulated.

When my cousin came home for Christmas I took my panties off, spread my legs and he went to town. We laughed at the psychologist, he liked boarding school and classes were a lot easier, my reputation healed, and we fucked every time we got together. Only when I graduated did my mother let me know she knew that I was fucking with my cousin. Her comment was that I needed to move on, catch a boy to marry and settle down.

Well I am not married, I work in advertising in Atlanta, my cousin is a firefighter and he fucks me. My pubescent unquieted clit is less alive, but his touch, his tongue and his dick brings it to life. His dick inside me, his sticky mess, and his hands on my tits is what I need.