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There was an old-fashioned bed at the end of the attic along with neatly stacked boxes and old chests. It was the perfect place to get away from the family on Thanksgiving day and be alone with my cousin Tara. (mf, youths, inc, 1st) *** Author's Note: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY INVOLVING PERSONS UNDER 16 YEARS OF AGE. *** I sighed. I just knew this would be the last Thanksgiving we'd all have at grandmas. Hey, I may be just a kid but I'm intuitive about some things. I'm twelve in fact. Since I can remember, every Thanksgiving and Christmas all of us would go to grandma's house - all my uncles, aunts, cousins, they was the only time we all got together. Grandma lived in the country. Beyond her large house lay acres of land, a large deal of it open, but the woods beyond were her property, too, her and my uncle Jake's, up to the low stone wall that marked the next property [at the property line it was a maze of huge hedges that I'd played in many times, while on the watch for whomever owned all that land]. At Christmas and sometimes Thanksgiving it'd snow and it would look so awesome behind grandma's house, acres of snow- covered land. Not that grandma's dog Duke liked it - Duke was a Collie I'd been told - he didn't get to come in when it was cold and snowy. I grew up coming here, dad and mom bought sis and me up about once a month to visit grandma and uncle Jake - along with whichever unmarried uncle was staying at the time, I had a lot of uncles. I was going to miss it... I couldn't ditch the cloud of gloom and doom over my head. I just KNEW this was our last Thanksgiving at grandmas. You see, uncle Jake had been unmarried a long time. He was old, like over forty-five. But then he met Retina. Retina looked about twenty-five and was very pretty, not as pretty as my favorite cousin Tara. I could tell Retina wasn't a country girl. I'm intuitive that way. Uncle Jake got engaged to her in August. That means they were getting married. I knew once he got married Retina would make him move to the city. When uncle Jake moved, grandma would have to sell the house and move into the old folks home like Abraham Simpson lives in on The Simpsons. All of that made me sad... But I didn't want to be sad! Thanksgiving is a happy time. A time for family and fun. I loved seeing all my uncles and aunts and cousins. Especially Tara. But still... There were still a lot of problems because of Hurricane Sandy, so we now had the whole week off from school for Thanksgiving. Not dad and mom. They had to work. Grandma suggested they drop my sis and me off on Sunday to spend with her. My parents liked that idea. So did I. My cousin Tara was going to come early, too, with my younger cousin Holly who was my sister's age. Tara was two years older than me. Tara's big sister CJ was seventeen and didn't want to come, so it was just Tara, Holly, sis and me. They shared a room on the main floor while I slept in the spare bedroom on the garage level. I find grandma's house interesting; when walk in the front door there are two staircases. One goes down to the garage level, the garage is to the left, behind the wall directly in front of you is the furnace and laundry room. It's very loud in there. To the right is the living room. It's huge! Stone walls, a big fireplace, thick, dark wall-to-wall carpet, kind of a 'man cave'. The spare bedroom is to the right of that. The other staircase goes up to the main floor and the huge main room. No TV up here, just two sofas. The door right at the top of the stairs leads to the kitchen, to the right the dining room. We kids get the kitchen while the grown-ups eat in the dining room, both small rooms. At the top of the staircase to the left was a long hallway. Large bathroom first door on the right, the bedroom Tara, Holly and sis would use a bit up on the left followed by uncle Jake's bedroom. Grandma's bedroom was at the end of the hall on the right, the only one with a bathroom of its own, next to her bedroom was the dark staircase up to the attic... Grandma had a big deck off of the kitchen and uncle Jake had added on to it last year with a Gazebo down a short flight of deck steps. It's pretty cool! So I'm spending Thanksgiving at my grandma's house [hiding my feelings of gloom and doom to myself, I hadn't told anyone] with my favorite cousin Tara, my cousin Holly, and my sis of course. We didn't see uncle Jake much Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday since he had to work and saw Retina every night. In fact Wednesday night he spent the night at her house and didn't come home until Thanksgiving afternoon. Holly hung out with sis, playing old board games, watching cartoons or playing outside. Tara said she was 'too grown up for all that' and hung out with me. I contained my excitement at the prospect. I had always had such a crush on Tara forever... I got to know my cousin pretty well and she me. We liked a lot of the same Rock music and TV shows. Tara was so cool! Oh, I haven't described my cousin yet. Well, like I said already she's fourteen, she has long wavy black hair, brown eyes, small lips. She was taller than me and always wore expensive-looking clothes, turtlenecks under sweaters and skirts, all loose-fitting. She had a face like an angel... Well, she looked like that actress on that old TV show Touched By An Angel who played an angel. Mom has all the DVDs of that show and watches it all the time. I had an erection whenever Tara and I were alone. I touched it whenever she wasn't looking, sending a shiver through my body. On Thursday morning Holly and sis slept late. Tara giggled that they'd stayed up all night. Grandma was working hard on Thanksgiving dinner and told all of us the night before to stay out of the kitchen. Tara whispered "Let's go in the attic." My eyes lit up. We had never gone up into the attic before. Ever. That and the idea of truly being alone with Tara excited me. I grinned and nodded, then followed Tara to the dark staircase at the end of the hall. We started up the spiraling staircase, Tara taking my hand part of the way up. That shiver went through my body again. At the top was a door. Tara opened it slightly, looking for the light switch. Once the light came on Tara pulled me in and quietly shut the door behind us, grinning conspiratorially. The attic was one large room with two dangling light bulbs and a small window above at the back part of the roof. It was very neat and clean, also carpeted but the walls were bare, undone. There was an old-fashioned bed at the end of the attic along with neatly stacked boxes and old chests. "Let's look in the chests first," Tara whispered, placing her hand lightly on my chest. My cock throbbed. I suddenly wished I'd masturbated that morning before I got up... Before I could respond Tara bent down and opened a chest. I shrugged and opened a chest opposite of her. Tara backed up and our butts bumped briefly. She giggled, backing off. "Sorry." I wasn't complaining. "Oh, wow, look at all these old style clothes!" Tara continued to whisper. "Here, too." I replied. I think I found my uncles' childhood clothes. Some of them at least. "Costumes, too. I bet they were grandmas!" She said excitedly. "Here, too." "Look at this!" Tara hissed excitedly. I turned to see what she found. My cousin was holding up some kind of buckskin, like a Native American girl would wear, and grinning. I think it was like what Pocahontas wore in that Disney cartoon my sister used to watch all the time when she was little. "Cool!" I said. I went back to carefully digging through the chest I'd opened. "I learned in school about the Pilgrims when they came to Plymouth Rock. They met the Native Americans and together they had the first Thanksgiving." "Really?" "Yeah." "Well then look what I found!" I grinned. I turned and showed her. "Wow!" She gushed quietly. "A Pilgrim costume!" I just nodded. "You know what we should do?" Tara asked. Without waiting for any reply she went on "Since it is Thanksgiving we should put these costumes on and pretend I'm a Native American girl and you're a Pilgrim!" "Okay!" "I'm going to go change by the bed," Tara said. "And don't you peek!" "You neither!" I retorted. We both giggled. I turned away from my cousin and began to undress. When I got to my white briefs, I debated taking them off, too. I figured Pilgrims had no underwear, might as well keep it realistic. Hoping Tara wasn't peeking, I took a deep breath and dropped my briefs. I quickly pulled on the pants of the Pilgrim costume. The material was thing and the pants tight, I'd hoped Tara wouldn't notice my erection... I pulled on the jacket of the costume and buttoned it up. It fit better but barely touched the top of the pants. I waited for Tara. Finally she said "You can turn around." I did. "How do I look?" She asked. My eyes went wide. "Wow!" Tara giggled. "What?" Blushing, I pointed at the hem of her Native American costume. It did little to conceal her black pubic hair... "Oops!" She giggled, blushing. "Too late now. Just don't tell anyone..." The costume was tight up top, and I could tell my cousin had large tits. I let out a soft moan. Tara heard and looked back at me. At that moment, my cock throbbed violently and seemed to grow bigger. It pushed out against the pants and pushed them down a few inches, exposing the part of my cock. "Oh, wow!" Tara gushed wide-eyed. I saw where she was looking and my eyes slid down my body. That was when I saw what happened. My face grew hot. "S-sorry..." My cousin smiled. "Don't be. I'm flattered you find me attractive." "I always have," I blurted. Her smile grew wider. "Come here," She said, beckoning me with her index finger. I timidly moved toward Tara. She kissed me, rubbing my cock through the pants at the same time. Soon as kissed her back, never having kissed a girl before. Tara unbuttoned the pants and unzipped them. My cock was now in her hand. I moaned. She began to stroke my cock slowly. My cousin took my hand and placed it between her legs, right on her pussy. She rubbed my hand along it and I felt it grow wet. I swallowed hard. Tara let go but I kept rubbing it. She moaned in my mouth. She finally pulled back, but let me continue to rub her pussy. Tara smiled. "That feels so nice... Want to know a secret? I lost my virginity when I was about your age. But I haven't had a chance to be alone with someone to do it again. Will you have sex with me even though I'm your cousin?" At that moment I didn't trust myself to speak. So I just nodded vigorously. Tara smiled and helped me out of the costume's jacket. Then she pushed down the pants and I stepped out of them. Finally Tara pulled the Native American costume over her head. I gawked at my cousin's body, her large tits. She noticed and smiled. "You really like my body, don't you?" I swallowed hard and nodded. Tara pulled me down on the bed on top of her. She opened her legs and took hold of my virgin cock, guiding it into her. I closed my eyes and groaned. It was several sensations rolled into one. First I felt the heat envelop me. Then the wetness. As she pulled me in further I groaned at the tightness. "Now slide it in and out of me," Tara guided. "Slowly." I did as she said. In and out. In and out. Slow. I got excited and slid out of her. She just smiled and guided it back in. I was careful not to let it slide out again. As I grew used to the movement I noticed Tara breathing heavy. Then she said "Go faster now." I did. My cousin clung to me and moaned loudly. Her eyes closed and she gritted her teeth. Her body pushed up against mine and she screamed but was able to muffle it. I knew I'd made her orgasm. It made me feel good. Tara hadn't told me to stop so I kept pumping in and out of her. She was able to cum twice more before I spewed my semen into her. We laid there for a long time, not saying a word, just catching our breaths. My cock never softened. She noticed. About five minutes later Tara said "Do it again." I was more than happy to. I lasted about twenty-five minutes or so the second time. I softened a little but was hard again in under ten minutes. Tara grinned. "Wanna do it again?" I didn't bother to reply, I just went at it. Afterward it hit me that my gloom and doom had not been on my mind all morning. I smiled. I now realized no matter what happened I'd have a memory of being at grandma's house I'd always cherish. This would be a Thanksgiving to remember... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 77