Performers Diary

My cousin, Edward, was visiting us for a couple weeks while his wife went on a cruise with some girlfriends. (He hated the name "Edward", so when his friends started calling him "Patch" because Aunt Gladys had put a patch on the rear of his jeans one year, he happily adopted that as his permanent handle.) My hubby, Jesse, had gone off to a conference for 3 days. So Patch and I were home alone together. During the visit, Patch would run off and do his thing. I would go to work or shopping or whatever.

But on the Wednesday night my husband left for his conference, Patch and I went to a movie and for some reason sat way to the back eating our popcorn.

The theater was an old run-down joint that was the go-to place when i was a girl. It was also the place where a boy first put his hand in my panties. Mason was the fucker's name. He rubbed around down there and then a finger went in. Fuck that felt good. Then he said, "Do me too," which I did till he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.

Too bad it was my cousin I was sitting next to this time, LOL.

The movie was boring and I started a whispered conversation, "Did you ever make out with Zoe in here," I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than make out.

He looked over at me, amazed at my effrontery. "Well, ... uh, ... yes, we did," he chuckled.

"How far did it go?"

"Here? She would let me finger fuck her or reach up under her top and she would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the floor was pretty filthy. So she never did that again."

"Then what?"

"Well, we'd make out in the parking lot or drive over behind that old barn and fuck in the back seat. Boy you ask a lot of questions. OK Becca, what about you?"

"Yeah, Mason and me would make out back here."

"Did he get your cherry?"

"Such a question," I said in mock horror. "But no, Mr. Larson got that," I giggled. He's dead now, so I could tell that.

"Didn't you babysit for them?"

"No. His wife was dying of early onset Alzheimer's that summer, I watched over her so he could work."

"Oh my!"

"And I took care of his needs most evenings when he got home… so to speak. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their nuptial bed."

"Wow. I bet Mason was mad about that. I hope Mr. Larson used a rubber."

"He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Mason got over it - I lied about who got there first - and took his liberties later, sometimes even the same night after I left Mr. Larson's house. We used condoms, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that!"

My cousin chuckled. Thing was, talking about these things that we'd never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of course, it wasn't like we thought either one of us were eternal virgins.

The movie chugged along. "Did you ever think about having sex with me, Patch?" I was feeling wayward, wasn't I?

"Becca!!! ... Well. ... Actually, yes. ... A lot. ... I would jerk off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest and all. ... I don't suppose you, ... you couldn't have, never."

"Girls have fantasies too, you know."

"But with me?"

"Yes of course. You and all the other buff guys."

"Becca!!!" he laughed too loudly for the movie theater but nobody noticed.

We watched the movie for a while longer. But something got into me. A devil of sorts. I stared over at him. "So dear cousin… do you want ME to jerk you off?"

"Becca?!?! Here!?!?" He looked around nervously.

I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I held his cock up under his undershirt and started stroking him. His breath immediately got faster. And it wasn't long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, fondled there a while til it moved to pull up the hem on my denim skirt. We both could tell how wet my panties were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.