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>>561898829 OP, I stopped reading for the sex HOURS ago, I'm reading for the romance now. You gotta publish this shit, write it out, change it from cousin to a friend, and sell it as high class lit-porn; you WILL sell.
>I wake to her soft lips pressed against mine. >And even though this is only the sixth day since I met her, this is all I can ask for in the world. >In the warmth of the tent, our sweaty, naked bodies were still intertwined from last night. >"That was amazing, Anon. You are my everything." >I smiled back at her and returned the kiss. >Me: "We should get going, breakfast will be soon." >She nodded in agreement and slipped from between my arms, standing and stretching in the green glow of the tent. >Her perky breasts were soon molted in goose bumps, as beneath the covers was far warmer than the rest of the tent. >She shivered and grabbed her bag of clothes, bending over low as I watched. >I reached out and took my own clothes, quickly dressing and stepping from the tent into the morning air. >The day was clearer than any in my memory. The birds chirped in the trees and a cooling breeze swept through the clearing. >A soon joined me outside, with the sleeping bags in tow. We quickly rolled them and dismantled the tent. >On our way back to the house, we simply enjoyed each other's company and the sounds of nature that buzzed around us. >As we neared the house, our nerves grew sharp. We wondered if anyone knew what we had done. >But as we slid the door open, we quickly realized that her parents had already left for work and the other inhabitants of the house were
still fast asleep. >Perfect timing. >I put my hand on her neck and pulled her close, kissing her passionately before packing our supplies back into the closet. >She pours us two bowls of Lucky Charms, and we eat breakfast together.
The sex isn't the main thing for me. The romance just completely warms my heart and makes me feel good and fuzzy inside. I wish this was a 250+ page book. I am going to be really sad when the story finally ends.
>Be 18 >Be over in Bongland with my Aunt and cousins >Be at Buckingham Palace with my family and my qt3.14 cousin >Solid 9/10, with a fantastic ass >I've had to keep my spaghetti in my pockets the entire holiday >All of the sudden she grabs my arm and says "Anon, I can't see, can I sit on your shoulders" >Boner.jpg just from her asking me >"O-o-okay" >I kneel down and she gets ready to jump on my shoulders >Her ass is in my face, she's wearing leggings, and I can see her cameltoe poking out. >Lift her up on my shoulders and feel so good, her firm ass touching me. >Trying so hard to conceal my boner as she looks on at the palace. >All of the sudden, a Brit-bong walks up to me and looks at my crotch. >"OI EVRYBODY! THIS BLOKE HERE HAS A STIFFY DICK!" >oh shit. >Immediately a group of Britbongs come up to me and start dancing around and yelling "STIFFY DICK!" >A double decker bus drives past with a bunch of Britbongs on it with cameras pointing at me and chanting "STIFFY DICK!" >Realise I have to do something, dump my QT cousin on the ground and then throw her at the pack of Britbongs. >Knock over a couple of them, but the hoard still approaches. >I grab one chav, and with tears rolling down my cheeks and spaghetti pouring out of my pockets, I fuck his ass >Come with the force of a supernova in his ass, then run away from my shocked family. >Never saw my family or went back to Bongland again.
>>561899956 I don't want it to end. Like most people, came for the incest, (take that as you will) but it's evolved into a beautiful romance. Yeah, it's smut and incest and underage, but change that and it's still really beautiful. I agree with the people saying change it from cousin to friend. Bump the ages up to sixteen and seventeen, and publish this shit, it's really good.
>>561900527 I fully agree it makes me feels all warm inside by reading this i stopped fapping a very long time ago. If OP dosnt give us an update in a month about the book then I'll start wrighting but i still want OP to do it because he really has a way of describing everything it's almost like you're actually there.
Honestly, I think its real merit comes from the wrongness of certain parts. The underage and the wincest. If you didn't have that, it'd just be a good romance story. With those things, it's the beautiful exploration of the one week ten years ago when OP felt the kind of love that makes you drunkenly pour your heart out on a japanese cartoon imageboard as a group of people who would generally refer to this as faggotry collectively let their hearts melt. The one week that's still the deepest part of your heart ten years later and the youthful passion and fervor that you only know how to feel once. When there's no approval from anybody else--no other reason that you would ever want this to happen, it can only happen because of love. 100% love. More love than I'll ever be capable of that's for damn sure.
>>561901334 Holy shit dude you changed my mind i agree and OP shoudl include the whole fucking paragraph you wrote at the end of the book. The paragraph that you wrote really makes you think about how bad is it really, if they both love eachother
>>561901494 You absolutely did have to do it. Like I said, this is a group of people (myself included) who refer to anything emotional as faggotry. But goddamnit if this all didn't strike a chord with me. So much of goodness dies with teenage heartbreak and this story is the perfect exploration of what goes on before that. I think that's why everybody else loves it too.
>>561902102 welcome back. full story so far: http://pastebin com/FzGhzvBd
>G gets up first. He greets us with a warm smile, stubble dotted along his cheeks and chin. >G: "Are you guys excited for today?" >A smiled at him. I nodded my head in approval. >I had never been paintballing, but I very nearly shook with excitement. >Polishing my bowl off, I quickly headed for the bathroom to get ready. >Not thirty seconds after safely closing and locking the door, there was a quiet knock. >I didn't even need to ask who it was. I let A in immediately. >She hugged me and turned the water on, while I pulled two towels from under the sink to hang on the rack. >Stepping into the steam-filled shower, I was able to relax my muscles fully and reflect on the week. >Never in my life had I ever been happier. Yet at the same time I'm very apprehensive. My flight leaves tomorrow. I will be going back to my parents, a thousand miles away. >I shake my head to clear the thought. I want to get the most out of this while I still can. >A steps in beyond the curtain with me, her body pressed tight against mine as we share the warm spray of the showerhead. >I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her. She reaches for the soap. >We clean eachother off, paying attention to every detail of the other's body >Carving it into memory. Promsing to themselves never to forget. >We rinse once again in the warm water. Her hair clings to her forehead as she places her chin on my shoulder. >There is no where and no time in the world I was more happy than that moment spent with her. >Shutting off the water, we towel down and get fresh clothes. >She hugs me once again, and we meet N and G to go out to the court.
>G flies down the nearly-empty freeway at a steady 65 miles per hour. A warm California morning sun greets us as the commuters travel the opposite direction. >The custom leather of his 1990 Chevrolet Impala is cracked and faded. But the car still purrs along the highway in relative comfort. >G is talking all about safety precautions, gameplay tactics, and variables in the accuracy of the paintball guns. >I just stare out the window, watching the trees flick by in an instant. >It makes me think of the beautiful girl sitting next to me. >I notice N is looking back at me. He has a quizzical look on his face. >Me: "What?" >N: "I said, have you ever played Call of Duty?" >Me: "I'm more of a Halo guy. But yeah I've played it." >N: "Just imagine you're in the game. It makes it way more fun." >I nodded back, apprehensive not about the upcoming paintball bout but about the plane ticket safely tucked into my back pocket. >Pulling off the freeway, G nods his head toward an unsuspecting warehoue building with an even more unsuspecting sign on it. >G: "This is the place." >Pulling into a parking spot we pile out of the car, and head for the large double doors. >Closer up I can see the door is covered with multicolored splatter, a decoration to prepare all who enter for what they might experience inside. >Inside is a small storefront, selling rented gear and tickets to enter the arena. >G takes charge, walking up to the counter to pay for our day. >They require saftey masks, a precaution I fully expect will pay off. A bullpup-style gas-powered semi-automatic rifle is also profferred to me. >They say I might want some pads, but I decline. >They would only slow me down. >The rifle is much lighter than I expect, and G buys each of us a case of 2000 paintballs. >Plenty of ammo for plenty of targets. >The rangemaster steps forward, listing basic saftey procedures and stressing the emportance of wearing your "barrel bags" outside of the arena.
>>561905717 >He then steps out of the way and waves us onto the prep area. >Under my sneakers is the familiar slip of artificial grass. I drink in the surroundings: a large net hangs between the staging area and the arena. >In the arena there are multicolored inflatables, designed to provide cover while maintaining the ability to be attacked. >And ahead is the enemy team, already breifed, locked, and loaded. >Action.
>>561906870 I'm just remembering everything about that week of my life and writing it here to share. That week is gone now and I will never have another like it. So if you don't like it; don't read it.
>>561907394 I'm just saying I'm literally just writing this stuff down in notepad. The only reason I'm posting it here is because someone wanted me to. If they didn't I'd be writing this in my notepad, still.
>>561907575 >The rangemaster offers everyone a pair of specialized gloves: hardened knuckes to reduce impact if a paintball strikes them along your gun. >I pull them on and step into the range, flipping off the barrel bag and thumbing the safety. >Checking to see if everything's right, I blast a pellet at the nearest wall. >A satisfying green splatter appears milliseconds later. Good. >The rangemaster blows his whistle once: the signal to line up. Two more blows and we charge, a four versus four team battle. >Placing our backs against the wall, G turns to us and gives us a rough plan. >He and N will advance in a two man team, while A and I provide covering fire to allow safe passage between barriers. >The rangemaster puffs twice on his whistle, and we all sprint for the nearest inflatable. >The enemy team is wearing different color pads and helmets. While ours is a bright green, theirs is bright orange. >The inflatables however are darker colors, making both teams stand out vividly. A fact I learned twenty seconds into the first round as I peeked around a corner. >I could see him aiming a different direction, firing at G and N. I leveled my rifle, aimed, and spat three pellets at him. They splashed harmlessly against his cover, but he ducked back nonetheless. >He poked his nose back out to try and spot me, but I had his number. Three more pellets splashed against his cover, closer to him this time. >Just as I was sure he would poke back out and I would win for sure, my eyes went orange. >My mask pushed hard against my face, and everything was orange. What the fuck? >I realized slowly what had happened. A perfect shot, directly to the face. I was outplayed. >I raised my hands and stepped off the field. By then N had also gone down with shots to his legs. >I watched A hide behind cover as G did his best to defend her. But he went down too, as they were outmatched 4-2.
>>561907732 >Alone against four times her number, A went with what would become her favorite option: all out attack. >She burst from behind cover and fired as fast as the chamber would cycle, putting down one member with three hits before she went down with a dozen. >I smiled at her as she sat in the paint-stained grass, dripping orange. >The day continued on in a similar fashion until we were covered with paint, welts, and sweat. We turned in our equipment, dropped off our emtied cartons of pellets, and headed for the car. >Exhausted, we spent most of the long ride home in silence, save the radio quietly playing Nirvana. >The whole time, A held my hand. Her paint-stained, bruised and sweaty hand. But it was in mine, and that's all that mattered.
>My uncle had dinner waiting by the time we were home, and we quickly sat down despite our disgusting appearance: we were ravenous. >A fantastic steak dinner for my last day before I was to head to my real home. >But that home didn't feel home anymore. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with A. It was the only thing on my mind as I slowly chewed through the meal. >They had many things to ask but I always replied simply. I tried my best to smile. But I could feel the ticket sitting in my pocket. I knew what was inevitable then and there. >As we wrapped up dinner the four of us went to take showers, rid ourselves of the paint and sweat and grime. >A followed me quietly to our shower. She stepped inside the room with me, quickly disrobing while I turned the water knob. >She pulled towels from the cabinet, laying them on the rack as I, too, dropped my grimy clothes to the ground. >Her perfect skin was covered in fresh purple bruises, but the grin on her face told me she didn't care. >I pulled her with me into the steaming shower, as hot water washed over our aching muscles, and we held eachother close once more. >Washing her hair free of the sticky orange paint, she simply stared up at me, her arms trembling. >I kissed her deeply. She stopped shaking after that. >As we continued washing things started to heat up a little bit. >Was the water getting warmer? Couldn't be. >A pressed her naked chest against mine, her breasts perky despite the flow of hot water. >Rubbing against her, I too got more and more aroused, until I pressed her into the wall, ferociously kissing her neck and chest. >She moaned her pleasure, encouraging me. >Running my hand slowly up her inner thigh, I began to rub her sensitively and softly, enough to make her blush even deeper and her eyes close in pleasure. >"Take me, Anon. One last time."
>>561910189 and here I am 24 and still a virgin... you know what hurts the most? I've had oral so much it's starting to lose novelty but no chick will let me fuck her right in the pussy..... "Anon , you are so cute, you are so hot,,, but fuck, you you can't have my pussy!" >mfw no face for my bad luck
While waiting, OP you've done a beautiful thing here. You've taken a a hoard of screeching fucktards and turned them into fairy-struck girls full of feels while waiting with bated breath for your next sentence. You're like Cindy-Lou-Cousing-Fucking-Who.
>>561910760 >I pulled one of her legs up, holding her hip with the other. Pressing against her, I started to thrust. >Gradually picking up pace, the water at our feet steamed as we rubbed against eachother. >Moaning her name, I pull her other leg up, so her feet are off the ground. Her back stuck to the shower wall as I push deeper into her. >"Anon, I'll never love anyone else more than I will love you." >I couldn't agree more, but I can't articulate the fact. Instead, I just look at her deep hazel eyes, and kiss her powerfully as my muscles clench. >She arches her back, writhing in pleasure, legs again wrapped around my back. My muscles tire, and she begins to slide down the wall. >She clings onto me as we fall to the floor gently, smiling and kissing eachother. The water still steams around us, hot on our still sensitive skin. >I lift her back up and we shut off the shower, drying off and slipping into bed. I kiss her goodnight. >And I drift off to sleep.
the girl I love like this just took the final step in ending it after I have fucked it up so many times, I love her more than anything I just cant make it work... then I wake up and see this thread, OP you are my hero but fuck i am sad....
I honestly think someone should see if we can find this girl. She's a 24 year old redhead in Calfornia, with 23 year old and 26 year old brothers. She's somewhat upper class, based on the backyard, and shares OP's last name, possibly, don't know which side of the family. OP can tell us. We owe him for this.
>>561911423 OP, I firmly believe that you have turned us, your /b/retheren, into sobbing little girls enjoying every letter of every scentence in every paragraph. If ever, you go on a voyage to reunite with 'A' it would be an honour to assist in this conquest. You sir, deserve her.
>>561912439 ook who it is again, ID "1Vsy373T". I'm fed up with your shit faggot. The other day when you called me a newfag, yeah, haven't forgotten about that yet. Fuck you I've been on here for months and probably get on here more than you anyways. Don't you know that you make yourself look like a newfag when you call others newfag? Just because you learned how to hack your name and change it to "1Vsy373T" does not give you the right to disrespect anyone at any time.
>>561913946 I think a huge part of this being such a touching memory is the ephemeral nature of it. 14yr olds lusting after each other, and falling in love so hard, not knowing any better and losing themselves to each other, then parting ways. It's one of those beautiful bittersweet memories, that would be tarnished for trying to revisit it. ..... and also, maybe he doesn't want to be a grown adult fucking his cousin..,?
>I gradually woke up, aware of only three things. >The soft feeling of her hair on my arms, and her soft breath on my neck. >The warm feeling of the heavy comforter, the air beneath heated by two entangled bodies. >The overwhelming sense of dread that I would never feel these sensations again. >I calmed my paniced nerves and woke A with a stroke of her shoulder. >She smiled at me, those beautiful hazel eyes glinting as she wrinkled her nose, scrunching her perfect freckles up. >I knew I would never find another like her. And it pained me, but I also knew I would have to let her go. >I thought about my pants lying on the floor. About the plane ticket inside of them. >I thought about my parents. >And then I looked back at her. She still smiled that toothy, cocky, 14-year-old smile at me. >I tickled her and got her to jump out of bed, grinning fiercely as she writhed under my fingertips. >Pinning her to the floor she finally begged for mercy and I stopped, her a panting, tousled mess and me undeniably the victor. >She told me she'd get me back and smiled again. >We had waffles for breakfast, covered in warm butter and maple syrup. The whole family looked sad to see me go, I fit in quite well here. >But I knew it was for the best to return to my parents. After all, what choice did I have? I was only 14. >The morning passed far too quickly. I barely remember stuffing the last of my clothes into my travel bag, and wedging it in the back of G's impala. >Before I knew it we were on the road to LAX. My flight left in three hours. >Three hours left. >Three hours left. >Then I looked at my watch again. >Two hours left. >I reached over and sqeezed her hand. She looked at me with those big hazel eyes. She knew. >We arrived at LAX several minutes later. We checked my bag and began our long walk through security.
>>561914570 >Security gates behind us, I hear the boarding call for my plane. Rows 30-40. I look at my ticket. Row 32. >Tears well up in A's eyes. I brush them away with my thumbs. I whisper to her to be strong. >I tell her that I love her more than I will ever love anyone else. >I mean it. From the bottom of my heart. >I wave goodbye to my close brotherly cousins, G and N. >Her eyes tear up again. >I hug her close. She whispers in my ear. >"I'll never forget you." >I turn and walk slowly onto the plane. >I don't have the heart to look back. >I sit down and buckle in. 165 minutes later my plane touches down at SEATAC. >I walk off the plane and greet my parents. >Dad: "How was the trip? How are your aunt and uncle?" >Me: "They're well," I mutter. I pretend to blame my apathy on jet lag. >Mom: "Did you have fun with your cousins?" >Me: "They're nice people." >My parents nod that seems good, take me home, homecooked pasta for dinner. >Life goes back to normal. >But forever on I feel like I left a piece of me in that little California town. >A piece that may never be replaced. >But for some reason, I know that's the way it has to be.
>To this day I cannot have a single bite of Lucky Charms without violently puking. >My body completely rejects them simply on taste alone. >But I still have an unopened box in the pantry. >Just in case.
Feel free to ask me anything. I will respond to the best of my ability. Although I will not disclose where I live, where she lives, nor first or last names.
Thank you guys for sharing this shit with me. It is a little less of a burden to know people understand.
25 in October, never tried never will. I know for a fact she feels the same way. It's another one of those gut feelings. There is absolutely zero doubt in my mind that she loves me as unconditionally as she did the day I left.
Forgot to add, I met a girl in London, but who lives in Poland. She was here visiting a friend for New Years, but she ended up spending her two week holiday with me and it was the single most beautiful and memorable time of my life. She went back to Poland and I was determined to see her once more, even if it was just one more time. So I went to see her again and didn't regret it.
What I'm trying to get at, is that you'll regret not seeing her one more time more than never seeing her again.
>>561914972 Well, you're adults now, don't you feel like you should at last say, how do you feel about what happened between us? She may just be too afraid to make contact out of fear you've moved on. Maybe it is supposed to happen. maybe fear of bringing up the past gives you that feeling. But let me say this. There is probably not an afterlife. Do shit now. You're not getting another chance. You don't have to marry her, but it would be good for the two of you to see each other and talk in private.
>>561915186 i know you already said that you never will, but im just going to join the rest of the ppl and say that you should, regreting that you never talked to her again is worse than actually doing it.
>>561915186 OP for the last 10 hours or so i listened to you, I've defended you when people talked shit all i ask from you is that you just call her today or as soon as you can and just say hey. Thats all i want. Just talk to her if you feel the same and you both love each other i beg you to not let society or what ever you are scared of ruin this for you. You can go to another country. You can travel with her and no one will ever know you are related. My point is you can make this work. You shouldn't feel bad for being in love with her, hell i fell in love with her just by reading your story. Why would you feel wrong about it gays don't feel bad about it and ypu shouldn't eighter. Just call her.
Listen OP, we're not exactly the smartest group of people. We came hear looking to jerk off, alright? But that story man, the fact you united one of the most vile places in the world through emotion. That says something about your story. You haven't lived till you've experienced the results of love. Doesn't make too much sense, but I hope you see what I'm, trying to say. So what happens if its not a perfect relationship, none are. It's a bit queer, but that doesn't make it any less real.
>>561916026 It is not that I feel wrong about it nor do I regret it in any way. When I reflect back on this story it is not sadness that comes to mind, but happiness. The carefree joy of youth, the blissful innocence that comes along for the ride.
>>561916182 I do realize this but I choose to remember it with happiness, rather than melancholy. Thank you for understanding.
>>561916026 This. Why won't you ever contact her? You already know that both of you still have these feelings, I don't really see what's to lose here. Is it because she's your cousin or something? You might not regret anything now but what about in 5 years? 10? 20? 30? You still won't have the love of your life. You might love somebody else but it'll never be the same, OP. Don't make a mistake, please.
He doesn't want to do it so as not to spoil the memory. Why cling to one when you have a lifetime to make more? I know this is your life, but I want one thing in this world to have a happy ending, or at least closure.
>>561916601 I graduated from the University of Washington with a master's in electrical engineering. Currently I'm employed at a major technological company trying to revolutionize several new products that have yet to come to market. As far as relationships go, I was in a committed relationship of 2 years that ended about 6 months ago when she died in a drunk driving accident (hit by a drunk, she was sober).
To all the anons clamoring over my decision not to speak to my cousin again, I feel that >>561917049 has come the absolute closest to my feelings on the matter.
>>561916546 Listen to me OP. Just imagine her right now, imagine that every fucking day she wakes up and wishes you were next to her, imagine her going to go eat breakfast pouring some lucky charms and dying inside because she remembers, imagine her never being able to fully move on because of that thing that happened 10 years ago, imagine her waiting everyday for you to call to atleast tell her that you are fine, imagine her dying thinking you regretted what happened 10 years ago.
>>561917201 OP, I'm very sorry. I'm sorry for you losing your spouse. I'm sorry you've had to have your emotions twisted and your heart torn, and I'm sorry if we've caused any problem by trying to force you to do something you don't want to do. I do hope things will be good for you, and may you live a happy long life with wwhoever makes you happy. I hope we meet again some day, as you are one of the greatest anons I've met.
>>561917898 Thank you for the praise and your well wishes. I wish all of you the best in your lives. I just want you to remember to keep your heart open. Even if it is stepped on, shattered to pieces and burned to a cinder it is much better than leaving it locked in a safe.
>>561917898 Agree with everything. Iposted my response before i saw OP's. I do however want OP to atleast call and talk to her for the closure that I am sure she needs. Like you said or maybe it was another anon. Something in this life has to have a happy end or atleast closure
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