THIS NEXT LITTLE TALE HITS VERY, VERY, CLOSE TO HOME.

IT IS THE TRUE LIFE ACCOUNT OF MY COUSIN RUTHANN WHEN SHE WAS A CHILD, AND SHARED SEXUAL EXPLORATIONS’, AND EROTIC PLEASURES WITH HER COUSIN PAM (WHO IS ALSO MY COUSIN) MANY ,MANY YEARS AGO.

I HAVE RUTHANN’S FULL PERMISSION TO WRITE THIS STORY, AND POST IT HERE AT MIDNIGHT PUBLICATIONS.

MY COUSIN, RUTHANN, YOU SEE, KNOWS ABOUT MY WORK AS AN ADVOCATE FOR MUTUALLY CONSENSUAL INCEST & PEDOPHILIA AND SUPPORTS MY DOING THIS 100%.

IT IS WITH PRIDE IN MY DEAR COUSIN’S BRAVERY AND OPENNESS THAT I’VE WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED THIS LITTLE STORY.

IF NOTHING ELSE, I HOPE RUTHANN’S MEMORIES OF WHOLESOME

FAMILY LIFE, AND SUPER CLOSE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN SHE AND HER GIRLFRIEND, PAM, SERVES TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT SEX BETWEEN CHILDREN CAN BE AN EXQUISITELY BEAUTIFUL & TOUCHINGLY WONDERFUL THING!

SNOWBOUND  COUSINS

    BY FRIT77                  

My name is Ruthann, and my first sexual experience with another person was with my cousin, Pam when we were both eleven years old back in early 1978.

We both lived in Bridgeport Connecticut, with our families. In the north end of the city, just a few blocks away from one another.

Pam & I were super close to each other…..Closer, than most sisters are  to one another, I’d say.

When we were kids the two of us were forever having sleepovers at one another’s houses.

I remember the very first night Pam & I shared sexual love….

The date (February 7, 1978) is quite unforgettable, for Pam & me.

Not just because of the sexual explorations we shared with each other, but also because, the day before had seen one of the worst “white outs” in our state’s history. 

That storm pounded the whole region like you wouldn’t believe.

It snowed heavily & continually from the evening of February 6th to the late afternoon of the 7th. Covering everything in a thick blanket of white, while the wind howled and rattled our window frames.

Connecticut was shut down by our, then, Governor: Ella Grasso.

On the TV. we saw reports that the  highways were closed, and snowfall amounts ranged from 20 to 40 inches, with the heaviest in the east.

That  storm lingered for two days, and delivered hurricane strength winds along  with damaging high tides.

Days would pass before the lives of a lot of people would get back to normal.

We’ve had our share of storms since then, here in the  “Nutmeg State”, but there really hasn't been anything quite like that blizzard since those two days in February, over thirty years ago.

Pam & I had been together since before that blizzard hit.

She’d walked home with me form school on the afternoon of the sixth, and, as usual, had called her Mother to ask if she could spend the night at my place.

Well…Pam’s Mom agreed,  and the two of us high five’d each other as was our habit whenever one of us got her way with  something.

Well… my cousin & I did what we always do, when we came home from school together to spend the night at my house.

We watched TV. , played ’45 & ‘33 records on a (what is now, an old fashioned)little pink phonograph I had back then,  and  did our home work side by side together lying on the floor in my bed room.

When it was time for dinner, Mom prepared our favorite:  beef-a-roni with tons and tons of parmesan cheese…..

After that Pam & I sang songs and played games together.

No, not video games…..

If they even existed back in 1978 I don’t think we cared about them, or even knew about them.

Instead we played card games like: Crazy Eights, two handed  Spades & “Go Fish”.

I had a closet full of games I loved playing with Pammy too.

Games I don’t think are on the market anymore….

Like: “Connect four” a vertical checkers game that was really a form of tick tac toe, “Perfection” a puzzle where you pushed down a plunger, set a timer and had to rush to fit the pieces in place before you ran out of time and everything popped out.

Then there was: Mouse Trap, which featured a Rube Goldberg type contraption you assembled and activated to catch the other player’s  mice.

KerPlunk: a game consisting of a plastic tube, a number of plastic rods called “straws” and a number of marbles.

And: Stratego, a strategy board game where the object is to find and capture the opponent's Flag.

Other games we played were: Rock Em Sock Em Robots, Battle Ship, Operation, Don’t Spill the Beans, Break the Camel’s Back…..and a dozen others I’m sure you’ve never heard of.

And when Pammy & I got tired of playing in my room, we could always play bumper pool and ping pong in our family’s den.

OKAY…OKAY! Maybe we were kind of immature, and “uncool” for our age (God…do kids even say that anymore?) ‘Cause we weren’t boy crazy, or obsessed with our appearance, and we didn’t have or want, tattoos, or body piercings or sexy clothing, or anything like that.

We didn’t even smoke cigarettes, ‘cause we were certain  that none of our favorite TV. Personalities would ever smoke.

Those TV Personalities were: “Greg Brady” (Barry Williams) from the re-runs of: The Brady Bunch, “Jack Tripper” (John Ritter) from: Three’s company and “David Bradford” (Grant Goodeve) from: Eight Is Enough.

And while there were slightly older girls we knew who, drank booze, smoked pot and were doing sexual things with boys, Pam and I  definitely weren’t part of their crowd.

In fact, I don’t think we had “a crowd”…..so to speak…..

It was always just, us two cousins, who were best friends to the end.

In many ways, I guess you could say we were pretty straight, and boringly normal…....at least with respect to the lives we led.

We kept pretty much to ourselves in school, and only hung out with  each other when we had free time.

Sure, Pam and I may have been a bit introverted and perhaps too focused on one another.

Not to mention pathetically naïve and innocent for two hot little per-teen girls, but the world itself, seemed to be a more innocent place in 1978.

Remember, this was a time, before rap music came along  celebrating & glorifying violence & rape & the vilest profanity.

It was a time before, gothic culture, and gang bangers, and school shootings and zero tolerance policies, and bulimia and A.I.D.S. and  on line child predators, and a whole bunch of other fucked up things that are all too much, part & parcel, of what it means to be a kid growing up in America today.

Anyway…….when Pammy & I went to bed that night we never  dreamed what we’d find when we woke up the next day.

On the morning of February 7th 1978, we found ourselves  “snowed in”, “snow bound”, and any other word you can think of to describe being trapped in your own house by a winter storm.

I looked out my bedroom window, and the clouds of snow flakes being whipped up and tossed around by the winds obscured my vision.

I couldn’t see six feet out side that window.

Later that morning, my family discovered that we couldn’t even get out to our front porch, nor open the back door.

All we could see from the living room windows that faced out  towards the street was snow deep enough to completely cover up our front yard gnome ornament.

Needless to say, no one was on the street or the side walks.

And, aside from snow plows, there would be no sign of traffic for days. 

From the kitchen windows that faced out to the back yard we could see snow drifts so high they covered up all but the tops of the dwarf pine trees we had planted there.

And, in the drive way our big brown & yellow station wagon (a ’73 Ford Country Squire) was buried almost to the roof.

I remember my Father was grumbling about how the hell we were ever gonna dig our way out of this mess as he & my big brother Bobby got the snow shovels, tire chains and bags of sand and rock salt ready for them  to  use as soon as the snow stopped falling.

Thank God in Heaven that by some miracle we still had phone service and electric power.

We called up Pammy’s Mom and told her she’d be fine with us, until the storm subsided, and my mom kept us all happy by fixing us some hot dogs with Kraft Macaroni & Cheese.

This was another food favorite of Pam and me.

Later that night, when we couldn’t find anything good on television and everyone was just moping around with nothing to do.

  Mom kept us all occupied by making some Jiffy Pop and then baking some chocolate chip cookies.

She heated up some water and made instant cocoa for us too.

Then she broke out the family board games , and me, my parents, Bobby ,Pammy and me all ate popcorn and fresh baked  cookies while  drinking  hot chocolate and playing : Monopoly, Parcheesi and Backgammon well into the evening.

HEY!  All that kind of stuff   was considered “home entertainment” in the age before: cable TV. V.C.R.s, video games, home computers and microwavable snacks.

Just as our little family game night was breaking up, Pammy  and I started singing our camp fire songs from summer outings with the Girl Scouts.

The two of us loved to sing and we took every opportunity to do so.

This always drove Bobby (my nineteen year old brother) crazy so on that night, we had a lot of fun, playfully chasing him all around  the house singing songs we knew annoyed the shit out of him like:

                     The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, and hurrah

                      The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
                                  The ants go marching one by one,

                                The little one stops to suck his thumb 

                              And they all go marching down to the ground

                             To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

And songs like:      John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,

                                         His name is my name too.

                                        Whenever we go out          

                                        The people always shout.

                                     "There goes John Jacob

                                       Jingleheimer Schmidt."

                                          La, la, la, la, la, la, la

                                      John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.......

When this fun was over, it was way past the usual bedtime for Pam & me.

Now, during any severe blizzard, it was all the furnace in our  house could do to keep up with the cold.

So, it usually ran sub par on icy, snowy or stormy winter nights.

But, during that, particular blizzard it gave out all together.

So, on that night, of all nights we were stuck with no heat.

It’s a good thing we had several electric heaters stored downstairs  in our basement for just such an emergency.

My parents set one up in their room, another in my brother’s room and yet another in my room.

‘Cause the rooms of our house were so big, large areas were  left unheated, or under heated.

In fact, only the areas immediately adjacent to our beds were actually kept warm.

Now when Pam would sleep over, she and I shared my large bedroom upstairs, where we always slept together in my king sized  bed. 

Pam was already in bed, and I was moving as fast as I could to keep warm while I put on my long, over-sized football  jersey , which  served as my night gown ,with nothing but my  panties on, underneath.

This was what I always slept in, and I’d always loan Pam a spare football jersey, too, on the nights she slept over at my house.

 Just as I was about to climb into bed, Pam asked if I could snuggle up with her so she could warm me up.

 I turned out the lights, scrambled under the blankets and scooted over real close to my loving cousin.

 Pam wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs.

 She said my hands felt like ice cubes and told me to put them between her legs where she could warm them up for me.

When I did she squeezed them between her thighs and rubbed her hands as vigorously as she could all over me.

Soon I realized she was pressing her crotch against my hands.

This definitely warmed me up fast.

Her right hand moved down my back and around my bottom, cupping one of my butt cheeks, while her fingers traced the inside of my crack.

In this position she pressed my pelvis into hers so that the front of my panties were right up against the front of her panties, with my hands in between them.

Then she pulled me in even closer to her, wrapping her legs around my legs.

With our bodies so lovingly intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly forgot about the blizzard outside.

As Pammy continued pushing against my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet, not from sweat, but from the same sticky flow that  came out of me and covered my fingers when I masturbated.

She moved in a slow steady rhythm, humping my hands against her panty clad pussy while her thighs were squeezing my hands tight.

 I could feel Pammy’s soft breath on my face, and in the dark our lips touched.

The tip of her tongue moved across my lips gently coaxing them apart.

 At the same time, her left hand slipped between my legs and her finger worked its way under the edge of my panties.

 My heart pounded; unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop.

Pammy’s tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips.

 I opened my mouth and her tongue entered my mouth, exploring the wet warmth inside.

 Then her finger found my slit. This was the first time anyone had ever touched me down there, and it sent a shudder right through me.

 I opened my legs and she slid her finger deep inside my pussy.

 I thought I would faint as a wave of excitement swept over me.

Suddenly, my own hand was inside her panties feeling her soft hairless pussy, my fingers searching for her slit.

I was eagerly returning her kisses now, our tongues dueling inside each

other’s mouths, sharing the heat emanating from one another’s bodies as we did.

I felt her clitoris, and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned, spreading her legs for me as wide as she could.

 My body was wet with sweat, my crotch soaked.

 I had smelled my own arousal many times when I’d fingered myself, but now there was something new: Pammy’s scent drifted up to me.

 Knowing I’d made her wet left me dizzy with excitement.

We were both breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound together like a knot.

 We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep from crying out and awakening my parents.

 As I tried to catch my breath, I brought my hand to my face.

It was covered with Pammy’s juice, and I touched it to my lips, tasting another girl for the first time.

 It was the most intimate, sensual feeling I had ever experienced.

I was light-headed, and scared that it was only a dream.

 Tasting my best friend’s pussy (which was also my cousin’s pussy) was intoxicating, and I craved her soft moans in my ears again.

 What a delicious secret: my cousin who slept in the same bed with me had the power to take me to heaven, and I her.

WOW! What a sensuous discovery! What a revelation!

What an epiphany!

 Rapture washed over me as I thought of all the possibilities.

But the best was yet to come……

After the blizzard Pam started sleeping over at my place almost every night.

Each time we went to bed together, we would wait until we were sure everyone else in the house was asleep.

 Then, we would slip our heads under the covers, and start kissing,

and rubbing and messaging and fingering and loving each other with our mouths.

Sometimes, Pammy would awaken me in the middle of the night, and slip out of bed.

Then, with me watching, she would shed her panties; lift her foot ball jersey and turn all around, showing me her naked pussy and tight cheeked bare ass.

Then she’d tiptoe across the room, get back into bed with me and slip under the covers.

Then, I’d feel her wonderful hands pulling down my panties and finding the warmth between my legs while her other hand lifted my football jersey up to my chin...

Then her marvelous tongue would move across my nipples making them hard, and I would feel her fingers deep inside me, while her sweet mouth sucked on my tits.

As time went by, we would go a little further…..performing oral sex on each other under the covers of my bed, late at night……

We never did anything more than kiss, lick, suck and finger each other, but to me, those special times I shared with my cousin were among the most fantastically wild and deliciously intimate moments of pure contentment I’ve ever known in my life.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last very long.

My Uncle Ted, (Pam’s Father) got a better job offer in Ohio, about a month and a half later, and my cousin and her family moved away in mid April  of 1978.

I’ve never had another lesbian experience since then, but, I’m still good friends with my cousin Pam.

Today, I cherish the memories of everything my cousin & I  shared with one another, when we were kids.

I fondly remember everything we shared, so many, many, years ago…..

From, playing games, and singing songs together, to lovingly pleasuring each other’s bodies.