Now I say “cousin” but we really couldn’t be any more not related to be related. His grandfather and my great Uncle were 3rd cousins. I’m too lazy to do the math on the rest of that but to say we are distant cousins would be accurate, but this was the first and last thing I did with anyone that I knew was even remotely related to me.
Let me paint the scene for you. I was 16, and my distant cousin, lets call him “CJ” who was 17, and his grandparents and his father had just moved next door to me and my parents. We were all helping them move in during the day. When the evening came and the moving was winding down, I went ahead and went home and took a shower, thinking that my day was done.
So I get out of the shower and put on some shorts and my favorite t shirt at the time, my white Tom Petty Full Moon Fever shirt that was pretty much vintage from the late 80’s. I had fixed and ate a sandwich when my mom called and asked me to bring a deck of cards back over to my cousins place because they wanted to play cards. So I rolled my eyes like an annoyed 16 year old, grabbed the deck of cards off the top of the fridge, slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops and flip flopped my way back across the street.
I walk back in their new house and took off my flip flops at the door and brought the cards in. Everyone was in the kitchen except “CJ” so I asked where he was. His father told me he was “in his room playing one of his computer games.”
I liked video games so I made the decision to go and check in and see what “CJ” liked to play. Turns out it was older games. The one I remember from that night was Command and Conquer: Yuri’s Revenge. I knock softly on the side of his wall and he told me to come in.
He was sitting in his black chair at the desk, and I sat down in the smaller seat next to him. I had remember playing the game when I was much younger and I think it was old even then. Nonetheless, it brought back some fun memories and soon I found myself asking him if I could play.
After my first few battles, something moved out of the corner of my eye, it took me a moment to realize that it was his cock underneath the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He had showered around the same time that I went home to shower. At first it was just small little movements and I kept thinking about to finding one of my parents (most likely my dad’s) porn DVDs a couple of years earlier and what I saw on it when I watched it one day when my parents were gone to the store.
I was a virgin back then, never had a serious boyfriend and never seen anything in real life that I was about to see this evening. “CJ” kept trying to hide it, or stop it from moving, either way, he was failing.
After he started playing again, it started moving like it had a heart beat, up and down up and down. And I giggled at the sight because it was like it was beating, like a heart. When I did I happen to look down at myself to sort of hide my face a little and I saw everything that he had been seeing. My bare feet and legs as I sit cross-legged in the chair and under the new bright light of his bedroom, the light cut right through about 80% of my white shirt and my breast and more importantly, my nipples, were visible enough as I didn’t think to put a bra back on on in my rush to grab the cards.
“You’re killing me Fiona.” He said to me.
To make a long story a bit shorter, my interests peaked and I didn’t know when I would get my next chance to do something like this, so I slowly reached across his lap. My hand hovered over the top of his crotch for a few extra seconds, neither of us said anything, I lowered one finger down and touched him over top of his black pajama pants, then the rest of my hand joined in rubbing him through his pajamas.
He was getting hard, I could see a section of it through the small slit in the front of the pajamas. I unbuttoned the button and reached inside and touched directly my first dick. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him like I had seen the girls do to the guys on the DVD and the way a few of my friends had talked about.
I didn’t know if I was doing it right or was any good at it, but he seemed to be enjoying it, so I kept going. He looked at me a few times. His eyes were steely blue and looked at me like I was some kind of angel. A hand job angel, I guess.
When my left hand got tired, I switched hands and it wasn’t long after that when he grabbed the corner of his computer desk, closed his eyes, and stifled another moan. I looked down at him just in time to see him squirt his load out of the tip. Most of it went on the bottom of the computer desk, I imagine, some of it was on my hand. I ran my hand down the side of his cock to get it off my hand and wiped the rest off on his pants (He didn’t seem to mind.)
He put himself back inside his pants. “Fiona, what the fuck?” He whispered. “Someone could have walked in here.”
His response sort of surprised me. He never tried to stop me, not one time, but after it was done, he was upset? I got upset and walked out of the room and went back home without raising any concerns with my parents or his side of the family. Because nothing was ever said. Not even between me and “CJ” I kept my distance the rest of that summer and it was months later before I even seen “CJ” again and now, a little over four years later, we have never talked about that evening.
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