The idea just came to me. It's kind of from the experiences that I'd have with my cousins except this one was more extreme and caused by one girl. For some reason girls just loved to take advantage of me when I was little. Again I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors, but I'm too lazy to reread and why the hell would I have an editor? I don't take this stories that seriously. Anyways, please enjoy!
Although years had passed had pass and I was now twelve I'd think back to the traumatizing moments where I was forced to visit my cousin Samantha. I'd feel a familiar feeling pass through me. It was a pleasurable sensation that would linger and I could not surpass despite how hard I tried. I'd be brought back to the times where she'd sexually abuse me, although I had no idea what it was called at the time. Unfortunately, I was a little weakling back then and she could easily over power me. She'd take me in her room where we would be hidden in her closet. In there she would force me to do whatever sexual acts she wanted. The last time I saw her pending to my visit today was when I was ten and she was fourteen. That experience was a lot more intense than the others and she stripped me completely along with herself.
"Lay down," she had demanded. When I refused she forcefully laid me down and pressed her warm body against me. She grinds against my crotch with hers for the longest time before I felt her body tense against mine and tremble.
"Are you okay?" I had asked. I didn't care as much for her well being as I did for having to explain what we had been doing, but Samantha stops fidgeting on top of me and gets off.
"Yeah, that was called an orgasm. If you acted like a boy should you would have been able to do it for me," she teases. Whatever ever had happened to her I wanted no part of. In spite of myself I fell for her bait and responded.
"I do act like a boy," I informed her while grabbing my clothes. Samantha reached forward and clutch my penis inside of her hands and squeeze tightly, which felt excruciating. I begged her to let go.
"See? Boys aren't weak like you," she remarked. She released her grip and left me alone in her closet and I cried in spite of myself.
"Mom, I don't want to go," I told her. The man at the counter said they would be boarding in five minutes.
"Noah don't start. Just go. You'll have fun this time," she promises me.
"I never have fun! Every time I come back home I'm miserable!" I complain.
"Just try for me, alright?" she practically begged me. Summer vacation would be the only time off my mom really had because of her job as a teacher. I didn't blame her for wanting a little break from me, but she didn't realize what happened at my cousin's house. I'd be six hours away in Arizona for two weeks having to put up with my perverted cousin.
"Fine mom," I agreed. I grabbed my backpack and shrugged it on my shoulder. The man at the counter asked for my name since and apparently I was the only child flying alone. My mom and I walked up to the counter together and she told them my name, gave them my ticket, etc. I just watched absently. When I'd come back I'd have new scars that could not be seen and my mom would only take me back for another round again.
"I love you," my mom says, she turned to me. The blue eyes that we both shared were watery. I ran my hand through my jet black hair in order to make it seem like I didn't notice.
"Love you too mom," I told her and she bent down a little to hug me. I closed my eyes tightly and wished I could freeze time and stay with her instead of having to leave. Of course nothing goes that simply. My mom let go and I was lead down the jet way by one of the employees. He told me I'd have to sit in the front row and I was happy to have the window seat.
"Need anything else?" he asked with an artificial smile. When I shook my head he went to stand in front of the cock pit and guide other boarding passengers. They all looked at me as they passed by and I wanted to shrink down in my seat. After thirty minutes or so and everyone is seated and ready the plane begins the speed down the runway. Within thirty seconds the plane takes off. Since I have about an hour so I pull out my PSP and play Madden 12 for around 45 minutes. That's when the pilot tells everyone to to buckle their seat belts again and turn off all electronics. I put my game back in my backpack and and sit back. Once we land on the landing strip people begin to stand and pull their bag from the cabinets above. I place my backpack on me and wait as everyone gets off individually. Once it's my turn I leave with another employee and we walk down the jet way once again. Right away I see my Aunt standing straight ahead with Samantha at her side. Samantha has changed a lot since I last saw her. For one she has a nice tan that covers her body and has jean short shorts on. She's wearing a grey halter top and her long auburn hair is pulled into a pony tail.
"Noah!" my aunt waves. Samantha is staring at me intently and I almost want to pretend I don't know them. My mom would kill me if I did that so I tell the man beside me it's them. He checks my Aunt Silvia's ID while Samantha walks up to me.
"Hey shrimp," she smiles, looking down at me. She's around 5 "7" and I'm only 5 "2".
"Hi," I say hesitantly.
"How was your flight?" she ask.
"Good," I was trying to figure out her game, but she seemed to be sincere for the first time in all the years I've visited them.
"Well our house will be even better," she pats my back and her hands linger for a moment.
She hasn't changed a bit.
***
Once we arrive at their four bedroom house, I stay in the back as far away from Samantha as possible. I know this won't change anything, but it gives me a small comfort.
"Come on Noah," Aunt Silvia calls from behind her. She's already in the house with her back turned. Samantha takes advantage of this and slows her pace. I regret being oblivious to her actions and she cups my penis in her hands and squeezes tightly. I surge of pain goes through me and I step back from her, but can't go that far because of my heavy suitcase.
"Welcome back," she smiles wickedly at me as I begin to shrink within myself. She walks ahead of me and steps inside the house. I take my time going in and when I do, Aunt Silvia closes the door behind me.
"You can put your stuff in Darren's room since he won't be coming to visit any time soon and you honey you look exhausted. Feel free to take a nap for as long as you'd like," she instructed me and I was glad that it was the only room that was downstairs. I dragged my bags to the room and immediately collapsed on the bed, drifting off into sleep. I awaken hours later by the sound of my door opening. Before I can respond I felt some one's hand over my mouth.
"Hey shrimp," my cousin whispered in my ear and I struggled under her grasp. She forced me down with such strength and uses one of her hands to push down my jeans and boxers. This left my mouth free for a moment, but her mouth forcefully pressed against mine. She used her tongue and forced it down my throat, exploring every part of my mouth. By now my pants were around my ankles and she was feeling my most private part with ravish intentions. As I look down I could see my member is now enlarged as it would be on some mornings.
"You're such a little pervert," she whispered and her lips never left my skin. She moved her mouth down, kissing my stomach and stopping to put my penis inside of her mouth. The sensation felt unearthly and I felt my breath come in short. She was sucking at an active speed and after a minute of this I felt my body tense up and my lower half tighten before my penis went limp.
"I had to make sure if you could come or not, but it appears that you can't. That means we can do it whenever I want," she moves her mouth up to mine and I try to turn away to avoid the taste of my own self, but she forces me. After ten minutes of Samantha rubbing my penis it begins to get stiff once again and she strips herself excitedly. She places my penis at the entrance of her vagina before pushing myself inside her. I lay back on the bed limp at the feeling. Her vagina is constructs around me and envelop me each time she comes down on my thighs. The feeling must be painful for her because she is making strange noises that I'm unaware to.
"Oh fuck that feels great," she curses. I guess I was wrong. She moves her hips even harder on me and I feel my penis tighten once again and watch as it goes limp and slides of my cousin. She looks at me furious and moves herself above my face. She places her vagina on my mouth and I can barely breath under her.
"Lick my cunt you little shit," she thrust herself harder on my mouth and I realize resistance is futile at this point. I begin to stick my tongue in and out of here. At the top there is a throbbing object about the size of my pinkie nail. I lick it and she goes wild on top me. She grinds on my mouth and I continue to do this, knowing this will make it all end soon. I'm right and I taste a sweet, yet bitter liquid flow out of her.
"Clean up the mess you made," she reaches down and yanks my head up by my hair and locks her knees around me. I obediently lick up the liquid that has come out of her and she pushes my head back forcefully and it hits the bed with a hard thump.
After she dresses she tells me dinner is ready and begins to open the door, but I tell her to wait.
"What?" she responded.
"Why do you always make me do this kind of stuff? Why can't we be normal cousins?" I ask her. Maybe if I knew the reason behind it I'd be able to understand.
"Because you have what I want," she practically snarls at me.
"What do I have?" I question her.
"What I want," is all she says before leaving the room.
