Losing my virginity to my newly found cousin

I grew up without much extended family; really much family at all. I am an only child, so I have no siblings. My mom and dad were both only children and so I never had any real cousins to grow up. My dad had some half brothers and sisters who had children, but they all lived on the east coast of the US, so as we all grew up we never got an opportunity to hang out.

I grew up in a bustling, beach community in Southern California, so I had plenty of friends, and a lot of girls to hang out with. I went to parties, had a few girlfriends here and there, but spent most of my time concentrating on academics. I was well-liked by the people that knew me, but I wasn’t necessarily popular.

Late in my high school years, I began a budding running career that promised to take me far in college. I was 5′ 9″, 160 lbs, and I could set out on a run and run forever. When I realized I could also fun faster than anyone else, it went from being something I did, to something I loved to do. I started winning races, not only in high school, but all over the region. Running in the year-round So Cal sunshine, made me look like I had quit school and spent all day working on my tan at the beach and went well with my bleach blonde hair. My successful running, and my beach-bum looks, greatly increased my popularity and I started getting invited to a number of parties toward the end of my senior year in high school.

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I was 18 and dating a 20-year old college sophomore who had decided to stay home and attend a 4-year university. We had plenty of opportunity to have fun together, but our sex life was still building and we hadn’t “gone all the way” yet and I was itching to. I was still a virgin, although I didn’t admit it to anyone.

Amongst our regular schedule of activities were beach parties. Nothing better than a Friday night bonfire on the beach, having wine coolers or beers, grilling some hot dogs and smores, and just relaxing on a warm spring night on the beach. On this particular Thursday, I was trudging through my AP classes, but clearly my mind was focused on the next night. Gretchen and I had been invited to, what promised to be, a killer beach party. To top the night off, her parents were going to be out of town so we planned to go back to her house and, I prayed and prayed, finally have sex.

I headed out for a training run after school on Thursday, returned to my car, and glanced at my phone. There it was. Another nail in the coffin of being a horny male who was still a virgin. Gretchen had received very poor comments from a professor on a project and had to spend all weekend rewriting it; there would be no beach party, no visit to her parents, and no sex. Nothing at all. While I understood, my disappointment couldn’t be contained and I fired off a rude text back: “If you had done it right the first time, you wouldn’t have to redo it.” Had I stood even a glimmer of hope to see her that weekend, that ended it; and maybe forever.

“I need to concentrate on getting this project done. I will talk to you Monday. We need to talk.”

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My attempts to apologize, be nice again, regain some standing as someone she liked, all went ignored.

Friday came and I had to endure the agony of talking to other people at school that were headed to the party that night, knowing I wouldn’t be going. Of course they all still wanted me to go, but it would suck being there by myself when everyone else was coupled up. I went for a really long run after school, returned to my car, and headed home to pout.

On my way, my mom called, “Hey John, its mom. Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“Um, yes mom, at least I might. Why,” I replied?

“Your dad’s half-sister is in from New York and called us out of the blue to see if they could stay with us for two nights. She’s here looking at colleges with your cousin and I thought maybe you’d like to go to dinner,” she said.

“I have a cousin,” I asked my mom, confused?

“Well, she’s your dad’s, half-sister’s, daughter, so she’s about as close to a cousin as you can get,” my mom explained.

“Oh, well, first, that doesn’t sound like fun. Second, I am just headed home from a run, and I was going to run by In-n-Out for a burger, so no. I don’t want to go. I’m tired.”

“Okay, okay. Well, I guess we’ll see you when we get back. Text me if you change your mind and I’ll tell you where we’re eating.”

“Okay mom.”

I headed to grab a burger. I ate inside so it would take more time. I wanted to make sure I got home after everyone had left. Whoever this cousin was, I was in no mood to meet them and pretend that I wanted to be there. I wanted to be at the beach with Gretchen and I was still dealing with the fact that I might never be with Gretchen again.

I pulled into the driveway and headed into the house. My parent’s house is pretty large. The upper story is the main living area with 3 bedrooms at one end of the house and their master suite at the other end. There is a large area downstairs, that includes a spacious family room/home theater, and a separate bedroom and bathroom with a private entrance. My 18th birthday present, was my mom and dad let me move into the downstairs and, effectively, have my own place; well away from them.

Once inside, I jumped in a hot shower, through on some boxers, no shirt, and headed upstairs to find something to snack on; my hunger was never fully satisfied. I popped through the upstairs door and into the kitchen, my back to the family room, I started rifling through the fridge to see what I could scrape up. “Hello John,” a female voice said, scaring the shit out of me.

I jumped out of my skin, spun around to face the voice and simultaneously yelled, “What the fuck? Who are you?”

My heart racing at about 200 beats per minute. The fact that I was staring at a young woman, and not an ax murderer straight out of a cheap horror movie, calmed me down a little bit, but I had no idea who this person was. “I’m Kathy. Your cousin from New York,” she explained. “I’m sorry I startled you. I thought you knew I’d be here and, from the way you jumped, and the way you’re dressed, you didn’t.”

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“Oh shit. Sorry. Um. Let me get dressed,” I said.

“No. No. That’s okay. Be comfortable,” she quipped.

Rather than debate the point, I darted back downstairs, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, and started to head back upstairs. As I did, I had to ask myself whether I had really seen what I thought I just saw. Taking a deep breath, I trotted back upstairs to officially meet Kathy and see if it was true.

“Hi, I’m John. Again, sorry about that. I really thought you had gone out to dinner with my parents.”

“It is totally fine John. It is not something I haven’t seen before,” Kathy laughed. “I decided to save myself from all that boring adult shit, stay home, and see what you were up to.”

As she stood there and talked, I thought to myself, “Damn. You were definitely right.” She was smoking hot. She was about 5′ 4″ tall, had long, dark, straight hair, big tits that were pushing their way out of her deep, v-neck shirt, and a short skirt. I wanted to bury my face in her cleavage. Her face was cute as hell, her piercing eyes were mesmerizing. “Why the hell didn’t my parents introduce us before,” I laughed to myself?

“Do you have plans tonight, John,” Kathy asked? “If you do, I totally understand.”

“Not really. I mean, no. No. I don’t.”

“What were your ‘not really’ plans?”

“Oh well, I was supposed to go to a beach party with Gretchen, but she has to study and so we’re not going,” I explained.

“Oh okay. So, Gretchen is your girlfriend,” she asked?

“Well, um, as of today. But as of Monday, I doubt it,” I laughed.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Kathy laughed back. “If you still want to go to the party, I’ll tag along; I mean if you’re cool with that.”

“Holy shit. My friends would shit their pants if I showed up with someone as hot as Kathy,” I thought to myself. What actually came out of my mouth was, “Okay. Sure. We could roll down there.”

“Am I dressed okay,” she asked?

Not wanting her to change at all, but wanting to be honest, I said, “Well, it might get a little chilly later.”

“Wouldn’t you keep me warm, cousin,” she asked?

“I think you’ll be fine. And I have a blanket in my truck if you need it.”

“Good, let’s go.”

On the way to the beach in my truck, a Toyota 4X4 with a camper shell, we caught up on a lifetime of who we were. Kathy was 18 years told, only 3 weeks younger than me, and lived in New York with her mom. Her dad lived in Florida, so she spent summers there. She was out in California with her mom, looking to study pre-law at a local university. She really wanted out of the east and wanted to settle in sunny Southern Cal and meet a “hot surfer dude” as she described it. She was more of a partier than I was, but we got along like we’d been friends forever.

As we got closer to the party she asked, “What will your friends think when you show up with someone besides Gretchen?”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” I laughed.

“Well, I have a fake ID from New York. Should we grab something to drink and find another spot on the beach to go,” she asked?

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“We could do that,” I said.

We went out of the way from where people might know me, bought some wine coolers and a small “party pack” of firewood and headed to a beach. We found an unused fire pit and had a small fire going in no time. Being a veteran in beach party-going, I dug in some small holes to support us as we leaned back, and we wrapped up in the blanket.

We laughed, joked, jabbed at each other sarcastically, exchanged high school stories, and inched closer and closer together under the blanket as we drank a couple coolers. As it got quiet for a minute, Kathy blurted out, “Do you and Gretchen have sex on the beach?”

“Well, no. We haven’t actually had sex yet,” I explained.

“Wow. You poor thing. It seems like a great place to have sex.”

“I don’t know. All this sand and everything, it sounds like it might be hard,” I laughed.

Under the blanket, Kathy hooked her arm around my upright knee and rubbed my leg a little. My cock stirred in my jeans. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight to me; like a side hug. She leaned into me, then pulled back a little. The light of the fire was illuminating her intoxicating smile, making her more beautiful than ever, and she kissed me. A short peck at first and then a little bit longer kiss with a bit of tongue.

“That was nice,” she said, “I’m glad we got that out of the way.”

“So, that is what a ‘kissing cousin’ is like,” I said.

Laughing, Kathy replied, “Yes, that is what it is like. Did you like it?”

“Yes. Yes. It was very nice.”

“There’s more where that came from,” Kathy invited.

We kissed for a while more. She was rubbing the inside of my thigh, giving me a hard on, and occasionally she brushed against the bulge in my pants. I brushed my hand against her young, firm tits, but stayed away from actually feeling her out. As we kissed, I finally broke the silence, “Would you like to go back up to my truck? I have a foam pad in the back.”

“What do you want to do up there,” she asked? “Aren’t we just kissing cousins?”

“Sure. Yes. I mean, I just thought it would be more comfortable.”

“Okay. Let’s go,” she agreed.

We held hands on the way back to the truck, stopping a few times to adjust our sandals and continue the kissing. As we got to the truck, there were several other cars and people in the parking lot, so I suggested that we go to the secure parking garage at my dad’s office. Because of the security gate, which I had the code to, there were no actual security guards and, from the roof, there was a great view of the city lights.

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