Chapter 3: Growing Up With My Cousin Kristen

For the next three years or so, this was the story with me and my Aunt. Actually, looking back I think I was more of a “toy” for my aunt than anything else, someone different but not at the top of her priority list. Except for a few time that I could probably count on one hand, anyone watching the two of us would think we were your typical aunt and niece, a little sluttier perhaps than average, but nothing that different.

In the meantime, her daughter Kristen and I were slowly forming a relationship that was going beyond the “normal” cousin-to-cousin bond. Really, it all began in my grandparent’s hayloft one summer day when we watched each other masturbate for the first time. It wasn’t like I didn’t know she did it, it was just not something we had openly shared before. It also marked the first time I deliberately masturbated for the purpose of letting someone else watch me and I found the exhibitionism to be almost as erotic as what my finger was doing to me. It wasn’t the first time someone had seen me - my parents had been around countless times as I grew up but I never did it for their viewing pleasure, they just happened to be in the same room.

As we got older, we would sometimes double date and even shared a few boyfriends. On rare occasions we had had sex together with one or two guys but it was strictly heterosexual. We never did anything with each other physically other than maybe a quick kiss just to tease the guys a little bit. We both knew they would have loved to see us go further and frankly, even in those brief moments when our lips touched I felt something inside that made me wonder what it would be like to get closer with my cousin. Neither of us made the first move, though, which was a bit odd looking back considering neither of us was shy about much of anything else when it came to sex.

Kristen and I shared most everything so the hardest part for me when I was with Kristen was not spilling the beans about what her awesome mom was doing with me and my parents. Kristen was a lot wilder than me in many ways, a true slut by every definition of the word, but I loved her dearly. Even so, she stuck to “normal sex” - no anal, bondage, bestial, or even lesbianism.

As for incest, Kristen never even discussed it or even joked about for that matter. I knew her mom and her were extremely close and that they had slept in the same bed since she was a baby; but I always viewed that as just as something that had developed given she was a divorced mom and she was a daughter without a father. It seems I’ve said this about a number of things but once again, I didn’t see what perhaps to most people would have been an obvious situation.

With the lifestyle my family enjoyed, Kristen and her mom sleeping together was not something I automatically would have thought had any sexual overtones. Maybe in another family perhaps, but I totally missed it when it came to her and her mom. It seems rather ironic now to realize that at the time, we were BOTH doing her mom but neither one of us knew what the other was doing and we both thought we were keeping something about her mom secret from the other!