Hi, my name is Billy Winston. I am an only child, the son of two very ambitious and successful professionals whose professions seemed much more important to them than their family. In fact, later in life I came to believe that they only married because my mom was already pregnant with me. As a young child I was raised more by a succession of nannies than by my parents. Once I had started school, the nannies disappeared. We had a housekeeper who filled in the time between the end of my school day and the return of my parents after their busy days at work. Though they both traveled occasionally for work, they arranged their schedules so that at least one of them was home at all times.
Nevertheless they faced a major challenge during the summer holidays, what to do with me. They felt that I was too young to stay home alone. I suppose they feared the trouble I could get into while unsupervised. Beginning with the summer after my first year of school they solved their problem by shipping me off to my mom's parents for the summer. My grandparents still operated the large mid-west family farm that had been in the family for generations.
Grandpa and Grandma had an old-fashioned relationship based on traditional family values. They had had 10 children, five boys and five girls. All five girls had moved away when they married. Three of my uncles had also moved away. Only Uncle Bob and Uncle Dan still lived in the nearby town. Uncle Bob ran the farm now that Grandpa was getting older though Grandpa still put in a full day's work himself. Uncle Dan owned and operated a farm supply store in town.
I didn't mind spending summers with my grandparents because the farm was a gathering place for the family. Although I had no brothers or sisters, I had more than 20 first cousins. Over a summer I would usually see most of my cousins even though most of them lived a fair distance away. Heather, my favorite cousin, shared my fate residing with our grandparents for the summer. Heather was two years older than I but we got along well. She had a couple of older brothers who had already left home. I always thought of her as an older sister, but apparently she came to see things a little differently.
Of course we were not allowed to lounge around and goof off all the time. There are always chores to do on a working farm and our grandparents expected us to do our share. That share included feeding animals, mucking stalls, collecting eggs, weeding the garden and similar activities. Grandma required Heather to help with meal preparation, but that was more Grandma's effort to teach Heather to cook than any real need for help in the kitchen.
Chores rarely took all morning. When we had finished we were allowed to amuse ourselves as we pleased. Sometimes Grandpa took us fishing in the river that bordered their property and sometimes he took us out to shoot varmints with a single shot .22. Grandpa believed strongly that everyone should know how to use a firearm safely and should be able to hit what they aimed at. When we were on our own we usually went down to the creek to the old swimming hole. The creek ran through a wooded area about a mile from the house. Decades earlier when our parents were young, Grandpa built a dam across the creek to create a wide but shallow swimming pool. The thick woods hid the pool from view until you came very close. There was an open clearing on one side of the pool where Heather liked to sunbathe. When just my male cousins and I went swimming, we went skinny-dipping. When Heather and I went, we took bathing suits.
It was the first week of our summer at the farm. Heather and I had just finished chores when she came out of the house toward the barn. I was headed back to the house to wash up a bit.
"Hey Billy," she started, "Wanna go swimming?"
"Yeah, sure," I grinned, "Just give me a few minutes to wash up and grab my trunks."
"OK," she said, "I'll just wait out here on the porch."
Holding up a daypack, she added, "I've already got the blanket, towels and stuff."
I didn't reply as I hurried toward the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to wash off the visible dirt, put on my swimming trunks and a t-shirt and rejoin Heather on the porch. Did I mention that Heather was a stone fox? She was petite standing about 5' 2" and weighing no more than 100 pounds. Though slender, her boobs and hips were perfectly proportional to her size. She wore her light brown hair cut short in a kind of pageboy style. Despite the fact that she was my first cousin, I had a serious case of lust for her. Until that day I had never thought that we would ever do anything sexual, but many of my masturbatory fantasies featured her.
When we arrived in the clearing, I helped Heather spread out the blanket.
I had pulled off my t-shirt and was headed for the water when Heather said, "Wait, Billy. I want to get some sun first and I need you to put some sun screen on my back."
I turned around and my jaw dropped almost to my neck. Heather lay stark naked face down on the blanket. Her legs were parted enough that I could just barely see her pussy slit at the junction of her thighs.
She looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "Quit gawking and start putting on that lotion before I burn."
I stammered out an "OK" before dropping to my knees next to her to retrieve the sunscreen. I started at her neck and worked my way down her back with a small detour as I applied the lotion to the backs of her arms. Touching her bare back made my already stiff wiener even harder.
When I got to her butt, she said, "Don't skip anywhere; I don't want to burn in any sensitive places."
I spread the lotion thoroughly on her cheeks making sure to cover her ass crack to the bottom of her pussy. She twitched when my slippery finger slid over her rosette. I coated her legs all the way down including the soles of her feet. When I finished she rolled over onto her back propped up on her elbows with her legs spread wide and her knees up enough to give me an unrestricted view of her pussy. No longer a tight slit, it had opened enough for me to see the inner lips and her clit just barely protruding from its hood. A sparse covering of soft brown curls framed her opening. My already stiff cock felt as if it had hardened to a steel bar.
"Billy," she grinned, "Before you put sunscreen on my front, I have to ask you a question."
"Sh... , sh... , sure," I stuttered, "Ask me anything."
"Have you ever had a blow job?" she asked.
"I ... uh, ... I ... uh, ... actually no," I mumbled.
"So here's the deal," she said, "I'll give you a blowjob if you will lick my pussy. Does that sound good to you?"
I was stunned into silence as I tried to figure our how to respond. I didn't know whether I could lick her where she pees without throwing up. But the idea of a blowjob really appealed to me. At home my lack of supervision meant that I had ready access to internet porn, not to mention having spent a fourth of my life on the farm where animals have no inhibitions. Before Heather, I had never even seen a real woman nude up close and personal. But I did know about oral sex and how tab A fits into slot B.
Impatiently Heather demanded, "What's the matter Billy? Cat got your tongue."
"Sorry," I muttered, "It's just that I don't know what to say. I've never done anything with anybody. I wouldn't know what to do."
"Don't worry, Billy," she replied with a soft voice, "I haven't done very much either. It shouldn't be hard to figure out. We can just try stuff and tell each other what feels good."
"OK, I guess," I said. "So how do we start?"
Leering at the tent pole stretching the front of my swimming trunks, she demanded, "Take off your swimming trunks so I can see what we have to work with."
When I hesitated, she added, "It's only fair, you've already seen all of me."
I grabbed the waistband of the trunks and slowly worked them over my hips. I had to reach in and hold my dick to keep it from getting caught and pulled down. When I had pulled the trunks down past my balls, I let my dick swing free as I pushed the trunks down to my ankles. My dick bobbed a few moments, coming to rest sticking out at a 45-degree angle.
As I stood straight, Heather gasped, "Oh my god!"
"What's the matter?" I asked with alarm in my voice. "Is there something wrong with me?"
"No," she reassured, "You're fine. It's just that I've never seen one that big, at least not up close and for real."
I should mention that I was big for my age. I stood 5' 8" tall and weighed about 150 lb. My hands and feet were big and everything else was proportional. My cock was about 6" long erect but only about as big around as a hotdog. I didn't think it was all that big but probably only a few kids my age had one longer. At least with respect to body size, Heather was tiny compared to me.
Feeling more confident, I looked down at her and asked, "Do you still want to do this?"
"Yeah," she gulped, "But you go first."
"OK," I agreed nervously, "But you have to tell me what to do."
She spread her legs wider, pulled her knees up higher and used her fingers to open her lower lips revealing all her charms.
"First," she said, "You have to kneel down close to me so you can get a good look."
As soon as I did as she had instructed, she started the instructions, "You see the hole at the bottom of my slit?"
I nodded and she continued, "That's my vagina, my pussy hole. Now look up to the top of the slit; that little protrusion is my clit, ... my clitoris. It's really, really sensitive but it feels good when I rub it gently. I bet it would feel really great if you licked it."
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