Chapter 1: Cousins

My favorite cousin Kristen is about two years younger than me and in many ways we are more like sisters than cousins. We both started having sex at about the same age (fourteen), both of us have enjoyed it ever since, and we both have incestual relationships within our family. Kristen’s mom is divorced so she never knew her dad but my dad has “filled” the position for her - literally I guess you could say.

As much as we are alike, we still have our differences. While our birth certificates say she was born a couple of years after me, most people think I’m the younger one. I was fortunate to be born with a natural “young girl” petite look that fools people all the time. Kristen is slightly taller than me now and weighs a bit more than me. I don’t think she’s overweight so much as I’m just petite. Appearances aside, the biggest difference between us is what you might call our “wild” factor. Sure, nobody is ever going to call me a wall flower, especially when it comes to my sexual side, but it’s like Kristen has always tried to do everything one step beyond me (or more). I’ve been fucked by quite a few guys, over thirty intimately and almost 140 if you count the parties. Most people would probably say that’s quite a few but it pales in comparison to Kristen. She doesn’t keep a diary like me but she claims her total is maybe as high as 300 by now, driven primarily by the fact she loves parties and being the center of attention.

Our public demeanors vary quite a bit as well. My career plans are to return to my home town after I graduate and get a job teaching in my old school district. A slutty image as a student might be fun but doesn’t look so good on your resume! Sure, back in high school I had a bit of a reputation with the boys. However, I never did anything more than a little innocent flirting with any of my teachers or staff, certainly no more than most girls did at one time or another. There were times I might have dressed a bit on the edge but usually nothing overly naughty that would earn me the attention of the principal.

When I use the word “slut”, it usually has a different meaning than from what most people think when they hear it. For instance, my dad loves to call me his “little slut” but he means it as a compliment to describe how he likes the way I dress and act around him. My Aunt Shari, on the other hand, is a super conservative bitch and when she calls me a slut, I know it’s definitely NOT intended it to be a compliment.

Finally, there are the boys at school and when they call Kristen a slut, that’s their way of saying she is sexy AND willing to fuck about anything on two legs. While in high school, Kristen all but wore a “Class Slut” crown on her head. She had a well-earned reputation for being willing to put out for just about anyone - including a few teachers according to the rumor mill. We discussed what people thought of her at times and she was quite proud of it. She also had the support of her mom, who even bought some of her most risqué outfits to wear to school. Kristen’s motto was that if you’re going to step over the line you may as well go for it and she never held anything back. More than a few times she had been sent home from school for a skirt that was WAY too short or a blouse that was WAY too sheer (without a bra of course). One thing you couldn’t argue - she got the results she wanted - passed her classes (one way or another, usually ALL the way) and had as much attention from the guys as she could handle.

My school’s policy was that freshmen HAD to live in the dorms. Half of the sophomores got to live in the on-campus apartments but I lost the lottery and had to spend a second year in dorm hell. Guys were allowed in the women’s dorm only when we were moving in and out and during special occasions which were heavily chaperoned. Getting caught with a guy in your room was grounds for immediate expulsion. All students are required to pledge to a strict set of “Lifestyle Guidelines” which prohibit any form of sex, lewd behavior, etc. Actually, we’re not REQUIRED to pledge to them, but then we were also informed that we’re not REQUIRED to attend school here either! The dress codes is not Amish by any means, but still pretty conservative.

There have been times when it has been frustrating to the point where masturbation just wasn’t enough to satisfy my emotions and physical needs. Unfortunately, it was when I got to the breaking point that I found myself doing things I normally wouldn’t have done (a brief stint in the escort business was probably the craziest thing I tried to satisfy my needs). Overall, I love my school and I know I’m getting a great education. It’s not like I am going to be here all my life and I still manage to have some good times.