A long time ago, when I was 13 or 14, I had a divorced uncle who married a woman with two daughters. (One younger than me and the other, Liz, was one year older than I was.)
One day shortly after their wedding, I got to go to their house to meet my new cousins for the first time. As my uncle introduced my "cousins" to me, I took note that both girls were attractive but Liz really caught my eye. Long brunette hair and big beautiful brown eyes, slender waist and nice, rounded hips. She also had huge breasts that were not constrained by a bra under the brown flannel shirt she was wearing. She also had left the top three buttons undone and I couldn't tear my eyes from the sight of all that cleavage! I also noticed that they both had a "city attitude" compared to my hick, country boy upbringing.
That day was also Liz's birthday and a party had been planned so that afternoon there was lots of kids (most of whom I didn't know), cake and ice cream, party hats and streamers, opening of gifts and the whole nine yards. Later in the afternoon most of the kids went home, but because my parents had taken advantage of a day (and night) without kids, it was decided that I was going to spend the night there along with a couple of the other kids.
Later that night, my uncle and new aunt were exhausted from throwing the party (they were the only adults) so they ordered a couple of pizzas for us and retired for the evening. The other kids and I, on the other hand, lasted well into the early morning hours, watching movies, chomping on pizza and guzzling soda, laughing and screwing around. When it was finally time to go to sleep, everyone seemed to disappear to their assigned sleeping areas, but I realized that no arrangements had been made for me to sleep anywhere. I had been told to sleep on the couch, but there were no sheets, blanket or pillow and I had not brought anything to sleep in.
Liz disappeared and came back with a blanket. I also noticed that she had stripped off her jeans and was now wearing only white panties, barely covered by her flannel shirt. She couldn't find an extra pillow so she suggested I roll up my clothes and sleep with them under my head. I was bemoaning the fact that I hadn't brought my pajamas and she laughed and said,
"Then I guess you'll have to sleep naked! You have slept naked before, haven't you?"
I didn't answer her but was looking at her as I contemplated sleeping naked on the couch in the living room of a strange house, surrounded by people I had just met. She must have seen the uncertainty in my eyes and the realization of my inexperience set in.
"I bet you're still a virgin", she laughed at me.
I assured her that I was not. (I was, but she couldn't know that!)
"Yes, you are!" she laughed harder.
Since she was already laughing at me and had the upper hand, it was obvious to me that I had to level the playing field so I denied it again and started to undress in front of her. She just watched as I stripped to my tighty-whities. I looked at her and caught her staring at my bulging undershorts as my cock quickly began to inflate under her gaze. I turned around and arranged the blanket on the couch and rolled my clothes as a make-shift pillow and then turned to face her again. She just stared at the bulge that my now fully hardened cock was making in my shorts and she said nothing. Knowing that I now had the upper hand in this silly adolescent tit-for-tat, I decided to up the ante on her. I pulled my shorts to the floor, letting my rock hard 8' spring free and point directly at her. She continued to stare as I turned, lay down on the couch and covered up with the blanket. As I made my "pillow" comfortable as possible, she finally spoke again.
"If you're not a virgin, prove it. My bedroom is the first door on the right down the hall." With that, she turned and I watched her cute little ass wiggling an invitation as she disappeared down the hallway.
Like a fool, I laid there contemplating that invitation rather than following her down the hall right away! I knew the longer I waited, the less likely it was that I would follow her to her bedroom but I hesitated anyway. Yes, I was still a virgin and I didn't want her to see me as a bumbling fool who wasn't sure what to do, but my raging hard-on was arguing back at me! Sure I was a virgin, but she obviously she wasn't and she wanted me! She'd help us out!
The only thing I couldn't get away from and what finally won out, was the "cousin" label that my uncle threw out there. She was my "cousin" and that would be wrong, so me and my hard-on rolled over and fought to go to sleep.
It didn't occur to me until much later, that she wasn't really my cousin after all, but by then she had become pregnant by some guy she had dated, moved out of the house and started a family of her own. It wasn't until about
7 years later that I finally lost my virginity to a woman I eventually married!
