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[I initially started this story to be part of this set a few years ago. For personal reasons, I was unable to finish/publish it at the time. I am, however, ready now. I hope this isn't too much of a pain for our admins.]

My name is Bonnie and I'm originally from the Midwest. Arkansas to be exact. My mom's a lawyer. My dad took care of the farm. We moved away from there when I was twelve. My dad took it pretty hard, but we got into a lot more money thanks to my mom's new job. When she gave birth to my second brother, ten years younger than me, she decided she'd had enough of the pastoral life, so she convinced my dad to move.

Every summer for the first three years I moved to San Francisco, I went back to Arkansas with my dad to stay with his brother and his wife. There, I spent my days running around in the fields and my night stargazing into eternity. It was a simple time. We were simple folk.

My cousins are named Ryan and Kim. we used to do everything together. I'd sleep in Kim's room. We'd get up at dawn, get dressed and go prancing inside the fields. We'd come back for lunch and head back out. We'd come back for dinner and the spend the evening gazing about.

I was thirteen when I first started to have breasts. By the time I was fourteen, I was already a C cup. They made everyone jealous, except for Kim. She was like me. I remember a time during my second summer there, where we were talking about our breasts. We took off our tops and our bras and compared. She started to fondle mine, to compare with hers. The sensation of her hands kneading my breasts was incredible. She noticed it and inquired. I told her to continue as I laid down on my bed. She got on top of me and kept fondling them, until I couldn't beat it anymore. That was the first time I ever had an orgasm simply through the fondling of my breasts. The next few minutes were awkward, then she asked me to do the

same to her. I did, but her reaction was a lot less intense than mine had been. I leaned on top of her and we kissed, mindful of who we were as cousins but also intrigued by the various sensations within ourselves.

For the next few nights, I would often fondle my breasts; I could never get the right level of stimulation by my own however, so I asked her if she would do it again. She did but the second time wasn't so conclusive.

We let it go at that point and didn't really think about it until the next year.

During that year of school, I'd met my first boyfriend. His name was Patrick, but everybody called him Cheese. We had started going out towards the end of the school year, in May. We'd meet after class at the burger joint and had ended up talking way into the evening, until it was late and he had to drive me home. I kissed him in his car and that's how it started. He was older than me, as you can speculate.

A few days later, the weekend rolled about and we went to a wooded park just outside of the city with some friends. In the afternoon, we went off our separate way to make out with each other. We talked about where we wanted to be after school and basically told each other the lies we wanted to hear. As we were making out, we allowed ourselves to reach under the other's clothes, copping a feel. I remembered how stimulated I had felt having my breasts fondled so I actually removed my bra (without removing my shirt) and let him play with them a lot, while I made him hard inside his pants. Eventually, he whipped it out so I could get a better look.

I was leaning on my back; he asked me to remove my shirt. I did. He caressed my naked breasts for a while, then placed his cock in between my breasts. He asked me for permission to do what we both knew he wanted to do. I allowed him to tittyfuck me, and to be honest, I particularly enjoyed the experience. He shot his load right onto my chin, which wasn't as agreeable.

For the next few weeks, every time we wanted to have fun, I would play with myself while he mounted my breasts. I wasn't comfortable having sex with him. I'd just let him get his pleasure that way.

Apparently, it wasn't enough, because on the day before the start of final exams, I caught him making out with another girl. I bashed his head in with a book and that was it for us.

That summer, I went back to visit my cousins. One of the first things I did when I arrived is taking some time to reexperiment with Kim, same as the previous year. By then, I had made some interesting experiences with a boy as well, so I was a little curious about Ryan.

One night, as we were playing cards, I asked if anyone wanted to play strip poker. No one argued so we got right into it; I was a lousy player (and still am) so I was the first one to get naked, much to my cousins' benefit. However, we kept playing until everyone was naked. My cousin Kim had never seen a naked boy so Ryan allowed us to inspect his hard-on with much attention. There was a lot of insecurity that night, them being brother and sister.

Eventually, Kim retired and I was left alone with Ryan. We talked for a while about our own sexual experiences. He had lost his virginity to a girl twice his age, a dancer in town one of his friends had invited over to a party (or possibly paid for). I told him about my own experiences with Cheese and we discussed our relationship, wondering how far we could experiment with each other. He was strong, athletic and obviously not shy about sex. I was still a bit reserved but I wanted to experiment more.

That night, away from prying eyes, I let him play with my entire body, after which I played with his. We didn't exactly have intercourse, because I wasn't ready for it. In the back of my mind, I wanted to preserve my virginity for the man of my dreams, the man I would marry. I didn't mind doing everything else though.

Looking back on it, I'm not sure I would have gone as far, but we were both young, full of energy and sex drive, and we desperately wanted to understand our bodies more.

I do remember he started by touching me all over, from my breasts to my pussy, playing with me. He licked me a little but he really didn't get me off that way. He made me orgasm by playing with my breasts and my pussy at the same time, mindful to get his fingers off of me.

I then went down on him, giving my first blowjob (I'd never done it with my former boyfriend). I allowed him to tittyfuck me for a while, then had him come all over my chest.

It was also the last summer I went there. The next day, Ryan and I looked at each awkwardly, and we realized we'd taken the game too far. We kept on hanging out, but a dark cloud hung over us; Kim saw through it right away and we had to tell her. She was of course jealous of what we had done. I still slept in her room; she ignored me for three whole days after the revelation, which she kept to herself. Then, on fourth night, as I was trying to get some sleep, she crawled over to my bed and got on top of me. She said she wanted me to do to her the same things I had done to her brother.

I was reluctant, of course, having experienced the awkwardness with Ryan, but I remembered the ease with which I had dealt with her in the past year. She sat on my face and I ate her out, like I had seen it done in the porn movies I sometimes watched on the internet. I don't think I gave her an orgasm, but she did enjoy it. After that, she went to bed.

We never spoke of it again, and the next day, everything was normal with her.

I struggled with my reaction for several weeks after that. I tried to figure why I had felt difficulties with Ryan while everything seemed all right with Kim. It would take me a while to figure out; eventually, that summer, I simply let the question slide.

As the new school year rolled in, I decided to take up some gymnastics at my new school. I didn't know it then but that move would eventually lead me into bigger and more intense sexual things, and eventually to my boyfriend, lover and mate - the man who will eventually be my husband, once he gets the nerve to ask me to marry him.