Memories of a Deviant: Prologue and Ch. 1: Family Reunion_(1)

Memories of a Deviant: Prologue and Ch. 1: Family Reunion_(1)

No matter where you go in the world, one thing that is almost universally considered to be a taboo is incest, and as you can see from the title of this new series even I, after all that's happened, still consider it to be such. The only difference between myself and the rest of the world is that I no longer care if it is taboo or not.

What follows is the true story of how I entered into a deeply committed relationship with my cousin whom we will call Tiffany. Obviously that is not her real name and in order to protect our privacy and other, hopefully obvious reasons, all of the names, and locations that are mentioned will likewise be fabricated. What will be true are the events that took place.

If you are looking for a fast paced story or a gratuitous number of sex scenes then this series probably isn't for you. The story is somewhat slow and there are relatively few sex scenes because the events that led to my current situation took place over the course of several years. If you find that disappointing then please accept my apologies and move on to find something else to read. For those of you who do decide to give this story a chance, you have my thanks and I hope that you enjoy it. comments and criticism are welcome and encouraged, but since this is my first attempt at writing please, if it is horrible, don't just tell me that it's horrible. Tell me why it's horrible so I can fix the problem.

Also I would like to add that I will do my best to portray these event as accurately as possible with Tiffany helping to fill in some of the blanks, but please keep in mind that these events happened several years ago so some things, especially dialogue may not be completely true but just a close approximation of what I can remember. For that I will apologize in advance.

Now, on to the story...


Before starting my tale, I should introduce myself. My name is Josh Abbot and currently I am forty years old, but at the time that the events in this story took place I was twenty two years old and in the navy, stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. At the time I was 5'11", had red hair, had freckles scattered across the bridge of my nose and cheeks, and had pale, icy blue eyes. Also, by the grace of god and genetics I had a rather robust eight inch cock that was decently thick. Not exactly hung like a horse, I know, but big enough that most of the women I slept with didn't go away disappointed.

I suppose the first incident worth recounting is when my family had a reunion in Corpus Christi, Texas for my grandparents fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was in the summer of 1995 and I took two weeks of leave from the navy, (which I joined as soon as I graduated high school in 1991) so that I could attend. I flew in to Louisiana a few days before the reunion and stayed with my grandparents for a couple of days before we all piled into the car and drove to Texas. We were the first ones to arrive at the resort we would be staying at, and it fell to us to make sure that the reservations for all of the people who would be arriving over the next couple of days were in place. With that task completed we went to a well-known barbecue restaurant for dinner and went to bed early.

Early the nest morning, we woke up and ate breakfast just in time to greet my aunt and uncle who had just arrived with my two cousins, Sarah and Tiffany, who were seventeen and fifteen respectively, at the time. After hugging my aunt and uncle, I went outside to help them carry in their luggage and that was when I saw Tiffany get out of the back seat. I'm sure I must have looked like a fool, staring, open-mouthed, like I was. I hadn't seen Tiffany in about six years and she had done a lot of growing up in that time. The last time I saw her she had been all knees and elbows, and about as curvy as a two-by-four. Now she stood about 5'5" tall, and had breasts that I guessed were a solid B cup and looked to be still growing. her hair came about midway down her back and was a brown so dark it almost appeared black unless she was standing in direct sunlight. Also, since she was wearing khaki shorts that were just long enough to avoid being indecent and a tight fitting yellow tank top, I could make out a subtle flaring of her hips. Though her build was still very petite, she had played volleyball and soccer for several years and I could see hard muscle underneath her soft skin. However, what drew my attention and held me captivated more than anything else was her face. She had inherited just enough of her father's round face to soften the sharp angles that she got from her mother, and that ,combined with full lips and sparkling blue eyes that were just shy of being too large, gave her an almost angelic appearance. I could tell that her face would prove to be extremely expressive, revealing even the slightest twinge of emotion. I couldn't help but smile as I thought to myself that she must be almost incapable of bluffing or hiding anything, and that only served to intensify the attraction that I was already starting to feel towards her.

I managed to snap out of my trance just as Tiffany's face lit up in an ear-to-ear grin, confirming my speculations about how expressive her face would be, and she virtually sprinted over to me and wrapped me in a huge hug. Feeling her soft, warm breasts pressed up against my chest was sending little jolts of pleasure shooting throughout my body, so I had to break the hug and create some space before the delightful sensation of her young body pressed against me made things very awkward for both of us. As we stepped apart, however, I noticed that her smile had changed subtly. Now it was more of a smirk, both knowing and a little mischievous. It said that not only did she know the effect she was having on me, but that she thoroughly enjoyed knowing that she had that effect on me. It seemed that my innocent little cousin had grown up into quite the flirt.

I looked away to divert my attention, since looking at tiffany was threatening to make my jeans about two sizes too small, and saw my other cousin, (Tiffany's older sister) Sarah, get out of their car. While her height and build were almost identical to Tiffany, that is about where the similarities ended. Tiffany's hair was a dark brown but Sarah's was a bright flaming red like mine. And even though almost everyone in our family had blue eyes Sarah's eyes were a vivid forest green, and like me she had a dense mass of freckles covering her nose and cheeks. All of that combined with the quick, easy smile that was almost permanently plastered on her face and the angular features she inherited from her mother gave her an almost impish look, making her appear to be very mischievous and playful, although you would be hard pressed to find someone more reserved and shy than her. Sarah gave me a shy smile as she walked over to me, and in an effort to force her out of her shell I crushed her to me in a massive bear hug; picking her up and swinging her in a circle for good measure. It had the desired effect and she squealed rather loudly, causing all three of us to burst out laughing. By now we had managed to attract more than a few curious stares from other guests due to the commotion we were making, so we all grabbed as many bags as we could carry and fell into an easy banter as we carried them to the suite of rooms that they and their parents would be staying in.

As we headed up to their rooms I dropped back a few paces and pondered on the fact that although Sarah was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, in her own way, she didn't have nearly the effect on me that Tiffany did. Whenever I so much as glanced at Tiffany it felt like an electric shock went through me, and I couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to have those full lips pressed against mine. By contrast, whenever I looked at Sarah, even though I could appreciate that she was a beautiful young woman, all I saw was my cousin. Nothing more and nothing less than that.

As we made it up to their family's suite and deposited their bags, I managed to steer the conversation to the topic I was really interested in. Dating.

Casually I turned to Sarah and asked, "So, tell me, now that you're all grown up are there any boyfriends who I should be threatening to kill?"

Her eyes grew wide but she laughed and responded, "No, I don't have a boyfriend, but even if I did why would you threaten to kill him?"

"Because," I answered jokingly, "I don't have any little sisters and you girls don't have any older brothers. Therefore I have decided to draft you two as my little sisters, and the Code of Honor for Big Brothers clearly states that it is the paramount responsibility of any big brother to threaten all of his little sister's boyfriends with death should they behave in a way that the big brother deems to be unfitting."

Tiffany, who had been listening to our conversation, let out a short peal of musical laughter that sent a wave of goosebumps rushing over me and asked, "Oh really? And where exactly in this code of honor does it say that?"

I looked at Tiffany and with the best poker face I could manage replied, "Section one, paragraph c, line four."

Both girls looked at me, surprise evident on their faces, for several seconds before they both burst out laughing almost in unison.

"Good lord," Sarah choked out between laughs, "for a second there you actually had me thinking that there really was a code of honor for big brothers written down somewhere, and I've just never heard of it!"

Unable to maintain my poker face any longer I began laughing along with the girls, and finally, after we had all managed to catch our breath, I turned to Tiffany and asked her, "What about you, Tiff? Any boys I should be putting the fear of God into?"

She flashed me that knowing smirk again, like she knew why I was really asking, (and for all I know she did. Like her I was almost incapable of hiding things.) and replied, "I've been on one or two dates, but I wouldn't call them boyfriends. None of the boys at school are really my type."

My heart-rate kicked up a notch, because I knew I would be treading dangerous waters with my next question, "Oh really? What exactly is your type?"

Her grin grew wider and took on a playfully wicked edge as she replied, "I kind of have a thing for red heads."

As much as I wanted to see where that conversation would lead, I couldn't forget that Sarah was standing right there beside her sister, and right about then the door to the room opened and in came my grand parents with my aunt and uncle right behind them. After greeting and visiting with my aunt Cynthia and uncle Thomas for a while I took my leave with a mumbled excuse about moving my bags to my new room (I had stayed in my grandparents room the previous night but my parents would be arriving the next day and from then I on I would be staying in a different suite with them).

As I grabbed my bags and began the task of transferring them to the new suite the buzz I got from being around Tiffany wore off and the guilt and shame of having sexual thoughts towards my cousin began to set in. What kind of sick freak was I? From the moment she got out of the car all I had been able to think about was what it would be like to have those long legs wrapped around my waist. I covered the last of the distance to my new room and shuffled inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a deep, dark hole and stay there until I starved to death. I threw my bags onto the floor and dropped into the bed, hoping that with a little quiet and some time to think I would be able to reconcile my thoughts and actions with what I believed to be right. I failed miserably in that attempt and the last coherent thought I had before dropping off into a dream laden sleep was: was it just my imagination or was Tiffany actually flirting back?

I awoke several hours later to the sound of the hotel room's telephone ringing. When I answered it was my grandparents asking if I was going to meet them in the lobby so we could all go to dinner. Apparently I had slept through most of the day. After I hung up I grudgingly crawled out of the bed, (which was far more comfortable than any hotel bed had a right to be.) and got dressed. Finally I shuffled out into the hall and took an elevator down to the lobby where everyone else was waiting.

While we were at the restaurant I did everything in my power to avoid looking at and talking to Tiffany without making it obvious and/or offending her, but I was fighting a losing battle and eventually came to the decision that it didn't matter what thoughts and feelings I had for her as long as I didn't act on them. Besides, acting on my desires would most likely only result in a swift rejection, and, if she told the rest of the family, my prompt disownment.. After that being around her became much easier, because I let myself steal glances and fantasize to my heart's content, but made sure that my body language, tone of voice, and every word that came out of my mouth conveyed only that I enjoyed goofing around with my cousin and nothing more.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was in reality only an hour or two, everyone finished eating and we all headed back to the resort. Once there I quickly said my goodnights and hurried off to my room. All the fantasizing I had done at dinner had left me seriously aroused and it was high time I took care of that little problem. As soon as the door closed behind me I stripped naked, lay on the bed, and masturbated furiously to an intense, body shaking orgasm. No sooner had the last jet of semen landed on my chest than there was a knock on my door.

"Just a second!" I yelled. I hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I grabbed a wash rag and cleaned myself off. After that I got dressed as quickly as I could and opened the door to find Tiffany and Sarah standing out in the hall wearing long shirts and flip flops, with beach towels around their shoulders.

"Hey Josh," Sarah piped up, "We're about to go swimming and we were wondering if you could come with us."

"I don't know, girls. It's been a long day and I'm getting tired." I lied.

Both of my cousins let a whiny tone creep into their voices and simultaneously said, "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Okay, okay. You win. Just let me get changed and I will meet you guys in the lobby." Their eyes lit up and they readily agreed, rushing off down the hall towards the elevators. I closed the door with a resigned chuckle and began to change into my swim trunks. After that I threw on a white t-shirt and some flip flops, grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, and headed down to the lobby to meet up with them.

When we entered the room that contained the resort's indoor pool, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the three of us were the only ones there. I turned to the girls and asked, "Are uncle Tom and aunt Cyn going to join us?"

"No, they were tired and decided to go to bed." Sarah replied.

Having said that both girls dropped their towels and their room key on the nearest table and shimmied out of their shirts, letting me see their bathing suits for the first time. Sarah's suit was very fitting with her personality. it was a modest one-piece, and a drab, olive green in color, which was very much in line with her shy and reserved nature. When I turned to look at Tiffany, however, I had to suck in a breath and consciously keep my mouth from hanging open. Just like Sarah's bathing suit was very fitting of her personality, so, too, was Tiffany's. She was wearing a bright, almost neon, pink bikini that matched her vibrant and out-going character, and the amount skin it showed left me temporarily unable to remember how to breathe and I was fighting very hard not to spring a massive erection right there in front of her. now that there wasn't a shirt to cover her up I could see that she was amazingly fit, due to all the sports she played. her stomach was flat and tight with abs that, though they were clearly defined, were not so defined as to reduce her femininity.

In part to show off the fact that I was in pretty good shape myself, and partly to block my view of Tiffany and give me a chance to get my head on straight, I stripped off my own shirt and tossed it on the table with the rest of our stuff. When I turned back I found two sets of eyes glued to my abdomen.

"Geez, Josh. Have you been working out?" Tiffany asked in a voice that I could only describe as husky.

With a smile and a generous helping of false modesty, I replied, "Yeah, a little." I had always been a wiry guy so even though my muscles weren't bulging they were sharply defined and hard as rock.

"Wow, I'll bet you have a ton of girls lining up to date you." Sarah chipped in.

I couldn't help but laugh and replied, "Less than you'd think."

"Really?" Tiffany chirped in disbelief, "How many girlfriends have you had since you joined the navy?"

Figuring that honesty was the best policy I simply said, "None."

"Aw. How come?"

"Because I'm shy and have all the social skills of a retarded hermit crab." I said, and since this conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn, added on, "Are we going to stand around talking all night or are we going to go for a swim?"

Without waiting for a response I turned and dove into the pool headfirst, and I was quickly followed by Sarah and then Tiffany. For the next couple of hours we enjoyed ourselves and were splashing around and laughing almost non stop, and I relaxed enough that I was almost able to look at Tiffany and see only my goofy cousin, whom I loved. Almost. Then the inevitable happened and as I snuck up behind Tiffany and grabbed her around the waist to throw her, my hands slipped up her body because of the water and before I knew what was happening I was standing behind her with a soft yet firm breast grasped in each hand. I was instantly s hard as I have ever been in my life and quickly let go and jumped back, apologizing profusely in the process.

"Relax!" she laughed, "It was an honest accident so no harm done."

We continued to laugh and joke around and I hoped fervently that she wouldn't look down and see the raging hard-on I sported before it had a chance to fade. We stayed in the pool for about an hour after that and if she ever did look down and see that I was pitching a tent in my trunks for most of that time she never said anything, so I quit worrying about it and just had fun. When we all finally went back to our rooms for the night I masturbated again, imagining the feel of her perfect breasts in my hands before I finally dropped of to sleep.

The next day my own parents arrived at the resort, along with the rest of the families that would be joining us and visiting and catching up with everyone kept me so occupied that I had not time to spend with Tiffany, for which I was both grateful and a little disappointed.

Once everyone was settled in my grandpa revealed our schedule for the rest of the trip. It seemed that he filled every waking hour with all the fun activities that Corpus Christi had to offer leading up to the night of their anniversary. I opted to spend most of that time away from Tiffany, since I figured that the less time I spent with her the smaller the chance was for me to get myself in trouble. However, it was impossible to avoid her completely without making it obvious that I was doing so, and every night when we returned to the resort after the days activities, without fail, she and Sarah would show up at the door to my room and beg me to go swimming with them. I learned very quickly that while we were wrestling around in the pool I could touch her as much as I wanted and no one thought it out of the ordinary. it quickly became my favorite part of the day and over the course of our vacation I had a few more "slip-ups" that ended with me fondling her in ways no cousin should touch another, but since they were all supposedly accidents nobody was the wiser and no feelings got hurt.

Finally the big night of my grandparents' anniversary arrived and they had reserved a banquet hall that the resort had available specifically for that purpose. It turned out to be a wonderful evening filled with music and laughter, and since family were the only ones present, no one thought it odd when Tiffany and I danced together. At the end of the night, after taking several photos of the entire family, we all wandered off to our beds.

The next morning my grandfather announced the activity he had planned for our final night at the resort, and that turned out to be a day long trip to six flags! Needless to say we were all very excited as we piled into our cars and headed for the massive amusement park. My memories of what I did there are a little fuzzy but I know I rode every roller coaster I could find even tried my hand at some of the carnival games I saw, but I'm fairly certain those games were rigged because even after several dollars and attempts I failed to win anything. As the day was winding to an end I was beginning to feel very good about the entire trip, despite my indiscretions towards Tiffany. Naturally that's when fate decided to intervene against me.

Just as everyone was thinking that it was about time to head back to the hotel, Tiffany spoke up and said that she really wanted to ride the big ferris wheel that six flags had. When her parents broke down and said she could she told them that she didn't want to go by herself. Sarah was tired and didn't want to go with her, and ditto for the rest of the children that were there. Tiffany turned to me directly and asked me to come with her and naturally my parents agreed for me. Great. Just what I needed. Several minutes alone with the one person I was desperately trying to avoid.

In the face of her pleading gaze I reluctantly agreed and walked over to the ride with her and got in. The ferris wheel was a big one, and instead of having benches for you to sit on it had the completely enclosed cars that could seat up to four people. Once we got in and sat down, though, I noticed an almost immediate change come over Tiffany. It was almost as if, in the blink of an eye, she had traded personalities with her sister. Where before she had been very outspoken and full of life and youthful energy, now she was acting very shy and quiet. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something and was trying to work up the nerve.

Afraid of what she might have to say, I decided not to make it easy on her and sat there silently, looking out the window. The ride went on, and still she hadn't said anything, and I began to think that I might be able to get out of this with no harm done. Then, for the second time that evening, fate conspired against me. We came around to the top of the ferris wheel and the ride paused to begin letting people out. as it started to move again there was a terrible, loud grinding noise and the ride shuddered to a stop. Tiffany screamed and began crying out of sheer fright and a few seconds later a voice came over a nearby loudspeaker, announcing that the ferris wheel had stripped a gear and to remain calm while they fixed the problem. Feeling sorry for Tiffany, who was still terrified, I moved over to her side of the car and pulled her close, whispering nonsense to her until she had calmed down.

As I slid away from her I could tell that she still wanted to talk about something, and since it didn't seem like we would be going anywhere for a while, I finally decided to just get it over with.

"Are you okay, Tiff? You've been acting weird since we got on this ride."

She looked at me for a few seconds before finally responding, "Yeah, I'm okay, but there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

Crap. I knew it. I decided that playing dumb was probably my best option so I said, "Oh? What would that be?"

Tiffany, looking directly into my eyes, said, "I've noticed what you've been doing, Josh."

My heart rate kicked into overdrive and I'm pretty sure I began visibly sweating bullets. The jig was up. I was pretty sure that Tiffany now hated me and worse, if she told anyone I would probably be disowned by the rest of the family, but, stubbornly sticking to my defense of ignorance, I said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come on, Josh," she said, rolling her eyes, "I've seen you sneaking glances at me when you thought I wasn't looking, and all those times you copped a feel while we were wrestling. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice?"

There was no point in playing dumb any longer. She obviously had me pegged, so I switched to plan B. Begging for forgiveness.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you wouldn't. God, Tiff, I'm so sorry. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I'm just a sick freak I guess, and if you never want to speak to me again that's fine. As soon as we get off the ferris wheel I will leave you alone and you'll never hear from me again. I promise."

Tiffany started laughing about half way through my bumbling apology, "Josh! It's okay! I'm not mad!"

"You're not?"

"No! I mean come on. If I had a problem with what you were doing I would have stopped you. Truth is, I enjoyed all the attention you were giving me."

"Oh...well then...uh..." Brilliant master of the witty retort. That's me.

Tiffany chuckled, obviously enjoying how flustered I was getting.

'Honestly, Josh, when I got out of the car and saw how hot you've gotten I had to resist the urge to start making out with you right there."

"Yeah, but Tiff, we're cousins. This is wrong. We shouldn't even be thinking about things like this."

Her expression grew more somber and she looked down, saying, "I know, and believe me I've tried to stop thinking about you that way, but for some reason I just can't."

"I know. Me too. So what do we do about this?"

"Well. Tomorrow I will be going back to Arizona and you will be going back to Virginia and after that we can pretend like none of this ever happened, but for now I say we just roll with it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Well, there's something I've been wanting to do." she said, and with that she slid across the bench until we were almost touching, tentatively reached out and pulled my face towards hers, and kissed me right on the lips.

The kiss was slow and hesitant at first. She merely closed her mouth and pressed her lips to mine, but that one little peck set my nerves on fire, and though my mind was rebelling at the idea of kissing my innocent little cousin, my body went into autopilot, and my hands went to her waist. pulling her closer so I could kiss her more forcefully. She responded in kind by snaking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth, deepening the kiss. After a moment I felt her delicate little tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I gladly let it in, meeting it with mine and began massaging her tongue. Tiffany let out a breathy moan and pulled me even tighter, pushing her breasts up against my chest. My cock had gotten hard the second her lips touched mine but now it grew so hard it was physically painful. I lowered one hand down to her thigh and began squeezing and my other hand slowly made its way upwards until I was cupping her soft breast. She made no move to stop me so I took that as an encouragement and began kneading and squeezing her breast and occasionally pinching her nipple, which had grown hard from arousal. She let out another soft moan and through my other hand I felt her begin squeezing her thighs together, obviously trying to resist the urge to touch herself.

Unable to resist the urge any longer I picked her up with both hands and set her down so that she was straddling my lap, the v of her crotch nestled perfectly on the ridge of my erection. I wrapped both my arms around her back and held her tight against me as she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her clit on my cock through the barrier created by our pants. The feeling was driving me crazy, and I could tell it was doing the same for her because she increased her tempo and began letting out low moans with every exhale. I began bucking my hips with her, matching her rhythm, and was rewarded with the knowledge that she was getting close because she picked up the pace even more and her moans became more frequent and louder. When her orgasm finally washed over her she was practically screaming and the instant she came she sucked in a huge breath and I felt her entire body lock up against me and start trembling. After a few seconds she let out her held breath in a long low moan that sent me over the edge and into my own intense orgasm.

When they finally got the ferris wheel fixed so we could exit the ride we were still laying there, wrapped in each other's arms, trying to catch our breath. Tiffany gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth and moved over to the opposite bench so no one would guess that we had done anything, and as we exited the ride I looked down to make sure my shirt was long enough to cover the large wet spot in my jeans. Luckily it was and we left six flags with our family, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

As I settled into bed for the night, as it had on many other occasions, the guilt and shame of what I had just done washed over me, and I did something that I hadn't done in a long, long time. I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning the entire Abbot clan met up for one last breakfast as a family and then everyone began making their long drives home. Tiffany and I mutually avoided each other except for a quick, awkward hug goodbye, and before log she and her family were driving back to Arizona and I was in the car with my parents this time heading back to their home in Missouri for a few days before I had to catch a flight back to Virginia. Tiffany and I never told anyone about what we did in the ferris wheel, and though she sent me a few emails I deleted them without reading the contents because I was ashamed of what transpired.

It was almost six years before I saw her again...

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I had been seeing Laura off and on for a couple years, we were fuck buddies at best, and at our worst would go weeks not talking. We had been on again for a while when Laura called and invited herself over that night. Laura was exceptionally hot, long blonde hair, blue eyes, tight body, year round tan, nice B cup breasts, and a shaved pussy that I loved to eat. Usually when Laura came over after work she would bring a sexy outfit with her and dress up for me, occasionally we took pictures of her in various states of...


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Keri had decided to spend the night with Sherry. She hated to miss any chance that Daddy Dale would slip out of Mom's bed and slip into hers. She loves Daddy Dale utterly and he makes her cum and cum. She was 12 at the start and is now almost 13. She has been fucking Daddy for almost a year now. Daddy is away on one of his 'trips' though and she just has to cum from something other than her vibrator or fingers. She wishes Mommy would do it with her but that is just out of the question. She...


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