Wednesday evening came around far too soon for my liking. The previous evening had left a devastating pain in my posterior. I found it hard enough to cope with the office chair at work, let alone the prospect of an uncomfortable cinema seat.

My uncle picked me up and dropped my cousin Neville and I off outside of the cinema. He was 18 and a stocky 6' 2". He was a very humble guy, soft in nature, and simple in intelligence. I was in the same year as him at school, but whereas I was in the average to top classes, he was consigned to the lower sets. He was an only child, maybe that's why he came across as being so simple, but then I had friends at school who were the only child and they were very bright. Anyway, I digress as usual.

At the ABC cinema you was greeted by a doorman. A very pleasant man but he was there to sift out any nonsense and underage people aiming to watch a film they were not permitted to see...namely me. When it was our turn to enter the threshold, so to speak, the doorman gave me the once over, and then looked at Neville. I may have looked like a 13yo, but Neville looked in his twenties, and with an unconvincing smile the doorman allowed us through.

I was finding the film a little uninspiring, it wasn't my kind of thing, and not as scary as some made out. Then out of the blue, Neville reached over onto my lap, held my hand, and started stroking it gently with his thumb. I found myself reciprocating and inexplicably my pussy juices started to flow. I had often thought of the couple of times Neville and I had messed around. I'd be lying if I said I never liked the feel of his fingers in my pussy or my hand wrapped around his cock, but then we never considered the stigma of being cousins. Now that I did, I was still incapable of feeling any kind of disgrace. Neville slipped his hand between my thighs and worked it up so that the side of his little finger met the crotch of my trousers. My legs instinctively separated. We were sat in the centre of the auditorium. The film had been out for a while, so the cinema was only a third full, if that. Seats beside us both were vacant, but people were sat on the row behind. I freed my coat from behind my back and put it over my lap...a clear indication for Neville to carry on. His fingers pressed hard against my crotch and I felt sure I could smell my love juices seeping through my trousers. He unbuttoned my trousers and slipped his hand inside my knickers. My power-hungry pussy practically devoured his fingers. I was in sex heaven but had to control my emotions and pretend to be watch the film. If Neville knew how to stimulate my clitoris, or indeed know what a clitoris or g-spot was, I would have cum, and cum damned hard, but I was perfectly content to feel his fingers explore my ravenous wet pussy. His hand remained there until after the film finished. We waited until I had the opportunity to button my trousers before leaving. Both of us seemed very nervous and unwilling to talk about what happened. The plan was for Neville to phone his dad to pick us up. There was a phone box close to the cinema. Before he dialled, he looked at me and asked if it was okay for him to stop at his grandma's tonight. I wanted to answer with a resounding ‘yes' but for some reason I played it cool, shrugged my shoulders, and answered, "It's up to you". He phoned his parents and said he was staying at his grandma's, explaining further that he was on the late shift the next day so he would get a bus home. My heart was doing somersaults, and my head was singing.

It wasn't until after we walked back to my grandmother's and prepared ourselves to go upstairs that sex talk reared its head. I think both of us wanted to bring it up prior to then but felt the same kind of anxious trepidation. Neville asked if he was to sleep in the spare room, smashing the ball firmly in my court. If I pondered on the question, I would have taken the easy way out and shrugged my shoulders, so I didn't give myself chance to think and brazenly took of my top and unhooked my bra. He gazed at my little firm tits and reached out to play with them. At that point I headed for the stairs and into my room, hoping he would follow. He did of course follow me, and I got naked in front of him and jumped into bed. It seemed like a millennia before he decided to undress. At one point I thought he was going to walk out of the room, leaving me feeling like an absolute fool. But he never, and I watched as he took off his clothes. He looked terrified and even got into the bed with his socks and y-fronts still on. He laid there, on his side, trembling like a new-born lamb, pretending to know what he was doing, which consisted of tugging on my nipples. I got the distinct impression it was his first time and figured it was up to me to take control. I rolled him onto his back and knelt by the side of his legs. I pulled down his y-fronts and noticed gluey cream on his cock, and dampness in his pants. If he hadn't already ejaculated in them, he certainly released a lot of precum. I shuffled between his legs and gently stroked his greasy cock before bending over and pleasuring his dome with my lips and tongue. His reaction to this was insanely bizarre. His legs were restless, and his hips jutted up and down like he was having a seizure. Suddenly, he shot his load into my mouth and it kept on coming and coming. I hadn't experienced anything like it. I tried to swallow but it was damned hard when being pelted at such ferocity. I continued to suck his cock after the final load and made a point of slurping up the cum from his cock and wherever else it landed. Neville gazed at me in total disbelief and it made me feel so empowered. For the very first time I felt bereft of inhibitions and I was suddenly overcome with a powerful urge to seek sexual fulfilment. I mounted him and began to satisfy myself by rubbing his flaccid cock on my pussy. I was pulling faces that I had never pulled before, and I never gave a damn. The fact he was my cousin, the incest, the stigma, the taboo, only served to make me more self-indulgent. I even found myself rubbing his cock against my tender rectal opening and trying to force it inside...it just seemed the right thing to do. I wanted to see the utter shock-horror on his face when I bundled his cock into my arse but try as I may it wasn't happening. I doubt he knew what I was trying to do anyway.

My failure to accomplish the anal task seem to nudge me back into the real world. I tried clinging on to the decadent me but decadence versus shame and embarrassment...there was only going to be one winner. I laid down, awkwardly, wishing now that he would go home. I feared he would question me about what I just did. His mother is my dad's sister for god's sake and what if he boasted about this to his friends...friends from school who knew who I was. I said before Neville was hardly the sharpest knife in the drawer and could I really trust him not to tell anyone about it? It's crazy how the human mind can churn out so many negatives in such a short space of time. I was lost in that sea of worry when Neville uttered those immortal words, "Can I ask you a question?" ..." Yeah", I replied, I mean what more else could I say? He took time to say what he wanted and mumbled when finally blurting it out, "When I spunked in your mouth, did you really swallow it?" ..." Yeah", again there was little else I could say. I couldn't see his face but imagined he was screwing it up. "Why?", he asked. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to", I replied. I left him to dwell on that whilst I grabbed my bathrobe and headed downstairs to the loo. By now I was wholly compos mentis and was thinking how much I wanted him out of my bed. When I returned to my bedroom, I asked him to move to the spare room.

Fortunately for me, Neville was still in the spare room when I got up and remained in there when I left for work. Maybe he was just as reluctant to see me as I was with him.