Matthew came to visit us the next summer. I was nervous when he came. For weeks before we had talked on the phone, never a word of anything that had occured the past summer of course, so I relaxed. But when I saw him get off that airplane…a fear began boiling in me..though a small part of me enjoied what had occured…I knew it was wrong and having him here scared me a little….but I was also slightly excited.
The first day was over and it was time to get to bed….I had a bunk bed with a futon on bottom and always slept on bottom. I top Matt her got top bunk and refused. I told him I couldnt sleep up there…I just never slept well. and he said “Well I guess we’ll have to share.”
So at first I put a wall of blankets between us, said “Good night” and rolled over facing away from him….soon enough he piped up, “Do you wanna play a game?” “What game?” “It’s called chicken” he said, “how do you play?” I asked. “Well, you see, you do whatever you can to the other person to try to freak them out…and the first person to chicken out loses.” “I’m not sure…”
Suddenly, his eyes caught fire…and I knew bette rthan to refuse…”Alright….you start.” I said in fear. He began to reach for my panties. He pulled them down and wiggled his fingers inside. It had been a long time since I had had someone other than myself inside me…and I enjoied it. I squirmed and pretnended to be freaked out…but his two minutes ran up and it was my turn.
I slowly crept below the blanket. I was going to try something I never had before. I was going to taste cock. I pulled my cousin’s boxers down to expose his huge cock. it had grown quite a bit from the past summer. I ran my hand up and down it a few times….just to prepare him….then I slowly leaned down and licked the head of his swollen cock.
It tasted salty….he already had buckets of precum leaking out. I placed my whole mouth around the tip of his cock and began moving my head up and down as i sucked, still stroking the remainder of his cock with my little hand.
The rest of the summer went on like this. He went home and I spent the next year masturbating….again.
I still used the shower at my dads…but I had found that a more direct water flow was quicker and began spreading my legs to my moms showers water spigot as well. I began shoving sharpies up my cunt at different times of the day. forcing myself to keep them in for hours at a time. only when my stomach began to cramp up were they allowed to be removed.
The next summer I went back to Oklahoma. This would be the last time I ever saw Matt. When my dad left, again on July 8th…The rape began….
We were watching American Pie 2 on Matthew’s bed. “Do you remember that game we played last year?” “Which game?” I sheepishly asked, knowing it was starting all over again. This time I was older, and knew my cousin touching me was wrong. I was determined that this was not going to happen again.
“You know….chicken…”
I sighed….”Yes, I remember?”
“Well, who won?”
“You did, Matt.”
“No, I don’t think we ever finished…”
“Well, you win, okay?”
“No, I dont. We’re going to finish playing.”
“I’m gonna go to bed…I’m tired.” I began to get up and head for the door.
Matt hand firecely grabbed my arm
“We’re going to finish this.”
His eyes were red again, so I did as I was told.
He spread my legs…and put his fingers in.
Deep, it hurt.
He finger fucked me for a long time.
After a while he got bored.
“You’re turn”
I refused silently to suck him off. I jerked his cock for two minutes until it was his turn again…
This time his head disappeared below the blanket and something warm soft and squishy began touching my pussy. I soon realized it was his tounge and began to squirm. This was too far for me. He began to sense I was going to give him the win, so he moved quickly.
Before I knew it i felt a huge hard lump at the entrence of my virgin hole. I began squirming hard “No, please, Matt, No…” but before I could stop him he was inside me. All I could feel was my insides burning. It felt as if he had set his cock aflame as he ripped away my virgin cherry. I squealed and twisted. He pounded me furiously until i began to feel a warm oozing liquid shoot deep inside me, It was then I feared becoming pregnant by my cousin.
He quietly rolled off of me and told me to go to bed.
The next day he started a fight with my aunt and I didnt see him for a long time after that.
Soon after i returned home i shared my fear of pregnancy with my mom.
She called the cops and Matt went to jail for 6 months.
Not nearly long enough…but he was only 14-16 during the crimes.
Havent seen or heard from him sense….
But I know he has a daughter…and I can only imagine the sexual torture that little girl endures.