Chapter 4: Getting Things Started With My Cousin Rick

It only took a few minutes to get to my Uncle Jim’s house. The door was unlocked so like the family we were, we just walked right in and said hello to everyone that was there. As it turned out, we were the late arrivals with my dad’s older brother Paul and his family already there. Both of Paul’s daughters were older than me - and married. They were all totally straight, if you ignore the Laura’s bachelorette party which I was lucky enough to attend last year. Ginny, the older sister, had great boobs but we all knew God had a little help with them. Neither she or Laura had kids so there weren’t any little ones to fuss with yet although I imagined the next Thanksgiving we might not be so lucky.

The women were in the kitchen and dining room getting dinner ready. My younger cousins Tammy and Kate were putting out the silverware. Kate was a clone of her straitlaced mom and my prediction was that she would be a virgin AFTER she was married. She had just turned fifteen and I still don’t think she has even kissed a boy yet. My dad had been lusting for the younger Tammy for the past couple of years, ever since she started developing. It had been funny to see how jealous he was when he found out that I had played around with Tammy last summer. Tammy was still a virgin but something about the way she was looking at boys these days told me that affliction would be cured before too much longer.

I was almost to the kitchen when someone pinched me in the ass and I almost dropped the dish. I looked back and saw my cousin Rick grinning from ear to ear. I tried to look serious but it didn’t come off and he just walked away with a grin on his face. I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I wondered how he would explain that hard-on he was sporting under his jeans to his mom if she saw it.

If there is always one problem in a house full of people that normally doesn’t have that many, it’s a lack of bathrooms. This one had only two - one upstairs by the master bedroom and one downstairs in the basement for the kids. I’d been there maybe an hour when the need arose and sure enough, someone was occupying the upstairs one. Of course, once you commit to doing it, the urge only gets stronger and I wasn’t going to wait for whoever was in there and so I headed down the stairs to the basement. It was completely finished and didn’t have that “basement” smell or feel to it.

Hurrying down the hallway, trying not to pee on myself, I grabbed the doorknob and wouldn’t you know it, someone was in there! God, was there no mercy on me? Dancing from foot to foot, I knocked and to my surprise, the door opened and who was there but my cousin Rick!

“What’s the matter, gotta pee?” he teased me, standing in my way.

I just glared at him and roughly pushed him out of the way, expecting him to leave and close the door behind him like any normal person would have done. Instead, the jerk closed the door alright, but with him still in there with me.

“Ummmmm, do you mind?” I said, now just one step away from peeing in my jeans.

“I want to watch.”

“What? Are you some pervert or what?”

“No really, I’ve never seen a real girl pee.”

Another time and I would have questioned what he meant by “real girl” but at that point I just didn’t care anymore. I quickly pulled my stubborn jeans down and planted myself on the toilet. No sooner than my bare butt hit the seat than I released a flood of pee. God, it was almost as good a feeling as getting laid! Almost...

“C’mon, let me see!” Rick insisted as he moved over next to me.

“Go away, I’m not putting on a show for you, you pervert!”

By now I’d finished and I wiped myself with some toilet paper and was about to get up when he pushed me down with his hand on my shoulder. He was standing right next to me and I couldn’t help but notice the ever-increasing bulge between his legs.

“Hey creep, let me up, I need to get back upstairs,” I protested.

“That can wait. I’ve got something you need right here, he said in a husky voice. I could tell just from the tone he was horny as hell, and the raging hard-on he was still hiding only emphasized it. He was so close now I could even smell the muskiness of his crotch.

“Well, what makes you so sure I need it, eh? Why don’t you show me what it is?” I said, trying to go with the flow. I mean, what the hell, I was horny myself and the thought of going all day with this testosterone around and NOT getting laid was disheartening at best.

Rick undid his belt and pants and pulled down his zipper. He was wearing jockey shorts but they weren’t able to contain his massive erection as the tip of his dick was peeking out the top of the elastic waist band. I just sat there as he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor in a heap around his ankles.

“Well, what do you think?”

As much as I would’ve liked to tease him and string him along more, I was so horny by now I simply couldn’t resist and so I reached up to grab his hard dick in my hand. He was sticking straight up in the air like a rocket ready for launch and stiff as a step pipe.

“Yeah, I knew you needed it,” he whispered to me as I stroked his cock gently with my hand. Then he laughed softly and said, “You know Kelly, I think I know you pretty good now. Shit, - you just can’t get enough dick, can you? Jesus, what a slut!”

Well, I was definitely guilty as charged. I freely admit that I LOVE cocks in every way. I love to look at them, to hold them, to suck them and to feel them fuck me. What I REALLY love about them is the way they get hard because of ME and then cum, spraying their sperm inside MY pussy, in MY mouth or sometimes all over me. It really didn’t matter to me what the rest of the guy was like so long as he wasn’t totally gross. With many a guy, it was just his dick I was interested in so whether he was fat or bald or older didn’t make any difference to me so long as he could get hard and cum (although in a few cases it took the help of modern medicine - AKA Viagra).

“Rick, why don’t you just shut up and let me suck your dick?” I said, my last words as I leaned forward and bent his dick down for me to take into my waiting mouth.

My tongue reached for the tip of his cock and I played it slowly around and then ran it up and down his hard shaft. God he was so hard and hot! Taking his dick in my mouth, I sucked the head first, pleased to hear him groan as my lips sealed around his shaft and my cheeks drew in as I drew a suction on his dick. He must not have showered this morning as his crotch odor was really thick and strong. It wasn’t bad, though, and if anything, I loved the pungent musky odor that permeated it. Then, without warning, I plunged my head down on him, taking his entire cock in my mouth until his dick pressed against the back of my throat. There was still maybe an inch to go which would have to wait for the next time down.