Chapter 1: Rick’s Proposal

I’ve been fooling around with my eighteen year-old cousin Rick almost a year and a half now. You can read about it in my diary so I won’t go into too much detail about it here only to say that since that first time, we’ve done it off and on whenever I’m home from school. Actually, much to my chagrin, Rick prefers my mom more than me! My mom tried to explain it to me as being something about a “Mrs. Robinson” thing or whatever but all it sounded like to me was that some young guys apparently get off screwing older women. Go figure!

Last Christmas Rick’s sister interrupted one of our “sessions” and to make a long story short (VERY short), she ended up giving her brother her first blowjob. Tammy didn’t give him her virginity though, but soon after she eventually lost it, whatever hang-up she had about fucking her brother disappeared. Whether it was her age (she is four years younger than he is) or the fact she is his sister, the one thing I do know is that she gets it more than I do from him!

My point is that while I enjoy getting fucked by Rick, it’s not like I’m the one in the family he does the most. It’s OK with me, though, as it’s not like I NEED Rick’s cock. If I’m horny there are plenty of ways to take care of myself but still, he IS my cousin and not only that, he has incredible stamina so I miss it a bit whenever he’s not “available” and I want him.

One day while after I had just finished giving him a quick blowjob I his bedroom before his mother got suspicious, he mentioned something that shocked me - and I’m not easily shocked.

“You know Kelly, I’ve told a few of my friends about you,” he said with a sly grin. I was instantly mortified. God, how could he have blabbed something like that to someone outside our family? I guess my face must have turned pale or something because he started laughing and continued.

“Don’t worry silly, I didn’t tell them WHO you were or anything,” he assured me, “I just said I was getting a nice piece of college girl ass.”

I looked at him with my eyes narrowed.

“Nice piece of college girl ass?” I questioned in a stern tone, “So is THAT how you think of me?”

Rick laughed even harder at my response and said, “Well Kelly; after you ARE a nice piece of ass and you ARE a college girl so if the shoe fits...”

“Yeah but still, it makes me sound like I’m just some kind of slut,” I protested.

“And your point is...?” he replied, grinning the whole time.

I just shrugged. What could I say? He was right after all. It didn’t really bother me to be called a slut, so long as it was meant in a sexy way and not as a putdown or anything. Case in point, my dad loved to call me his “little slut” and every time he said it I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“So what’s your point?” I asked, “Why even bring this up?”

Rick stopped grinning and frowned. “Well, frankly they don’t believe me, especially that you’re a senior,” he said rolling his eyes, “They said that if I was really pounding an older girl she must be fat and ugly or she wouldn’t let me fuck her.”

Now THAT sort of surprised me. Rick was actually pretty handsome and athletic so there was no reason for anyone to say girls wouldn’t be attracted to him. Besides, if they had seen him in the locker room then they must know how blessed he was below the belt as well! Maybe it a little jealousy on their part, who knows? Somehow I had an idea of where this was leading but I let him go on as if I was clueless.

“Still, what does this have to do with ME?” I said, trying to sound exasperated.

“Well...,” he stalled, as if he as trying to get up the courage to ask what I figured he was going to ask me. “Would you let them watch me fuck you?” he finally blurted out. As soon as he said it his face turned beet red and he covered his mouth as if he couldn’t believe he had let that one escape.

“That’s it? Just let them watch?” I questioned, “Frankly it doesn’t sound all that exciting.”

“Well...,” he stalled again. This time he had to do it on his own, assuming he was going to say what I thought he was going to say. His eyes looked at the floor as he zipped his jeans. “They MIGHT want to join in too,” he said in a low voice.