Chapter 1: Kristen vs. Kelly

Whenever people comment to me about my sexual experience, especially when it gets down to how many people I’ve been with, the number of partners I’ve enjoyed at one time, etc., I always try to keep things in perspective. Sure there are those virginal holier-than-thou types who save themselves for marriage so they can spend the rest of their lives wondering what another man would be like. From their perspective I guess I can understand why they might call me a slut, and maybe in a VERY few cases even a whore. I’m not saying that my sex life is exactly “average”, but it’s not like I’m out there screwing every male or anything. No, if you want to compare me to THAT sort of girl, look at my cousin Kristen instead.

Kristen is a couple of years younger than me but in many ways is far “ahead” of me. A petite little blonde, most people guess that she is least two to three younger than she actually is. It’s an attribute she plays to the max, especially when it comes to flirting with the guys. Kristen mom and my mother are sisters, both of whom had their first sexual experience with my grandfather. Kristen’s mom, my Aunt Linda, was two years younger than my mom. It was a sign of things to come as being the younger sister, Linda was always trying to keep up with my mom. Even to this day she tends to go a bit overboard at times, making my mom look conservative in comparison.

Kristen’s dad married my aunt knowing fully about her incestuous relationship was with her father (and mine as well) and at the time he claimed it was OK with him. Heck, why not? He was getting a two-for-one deal as he could have my mom as well.

Before you start thinking anything weird or kinky, keep in mind that my family is quite religious and committing adultery is considered a virtually unpardonable sin (hey, it’s even on God’s top ten list!). Even “swapping”, where both partners “agree” is off limits since it’s not the agreement that it is the issue, it is the sin that is inherent in the deed. At the same time, we also belief in the sanctity of family and the strong relationships that form within a Christian family. The very definition of incest is sex within a family, so it seems only natural that a biblically-based marriage would include incest.

One thing I learned from my Aunt Linda’s divorce that I will keep in mind when my turn comes is that men are by nature deceivers. They will say most anything about how they will act when you’re married but you can’t always believe them. From the start my uncle was uncomfortable with the situation and not long after Kristen was born, he gave an ultimatum to my aunt - choose between sex with him or her family. It was grossly unfair of him to force her to make that sort of a decision. In the end, she had only one real option - she had to stay with her family. Thus my aunt filed for divorce and took full custody of my cousin. Where her dad is today, nobody knows - or cares.

As a single mother and young daughter, Kristen and her mom were naturally very close - even more so than I realized growing up with her. While I knew they shared a bed from the time she was a baby, I never gave it any more thought than that. Kristen and I grew up like sisters and when got older, we started masturbating together. Later on we would double date and even shared our boyfriends a few times but the two of us never actually did anything with each other except perhaps just to tease a guy and that was only for show.

After I started having sex with my parents at age sixteen, my mom opened up more regarding the family “secrets” and she told me about her and her father, as well as my aunt’s involvement with my grandfather and father. Needless to say, it certainly helped explain a few things, especially why my aunt stopped over so often for private discussions with my dad. My dad’s a lawyer but I never could figure out why my aunt needed so much legal advice! Even so, mom didn’t tell me EVERYTHING as I was to find out later.

My first year in college was a challenge, just as it is for most every student. On top of all the cultural and social adjustments, I had the additional issue of having to go practically cold-turkey without sex. The Christian university I attended was quite adamant about the rules that forbade any such conduct. As luck would have it (or maybe an answer to prayer?) my roomie was bi and she quickly became my first true “lesbian” partner (I didn’t really count what I did with my mom and aunt as being that type of relationship).

What I didn’t know was that back home my dad was having similar “withdrawal” issues and so he turned to my younger cousin for relief, It wasn’t until the following July Fourth after my freshman year was over that I learned the truth. I wasn’t really all that surprised and besides, it also opened the door for Kristen and I to start fooling around more together. Our double dates became a LOT more interesting as you might imagine!

When it comes to sex, Kristen and I have quite different attitudes and preferences. Over the years, I’ve been fucked by my fair share of guys but I really prefer a one-to-one relationship over some impersonal gang-banging at a party. Kristen, on the other hand, LOVES parties where “the more the merrier” is her motto. She simply LOVES being the center of attention so the fewer girls there, the better so far as she is concerned. I’ve probably had twice as many guys on my own as she has but when you take into account the parties, she has me more than doubled in a total cock count. That is a conservative estimate as well since she doesn’t keep a diary like me.