It was a long journey, travelling to a member of the family’s place for my annual yearly holiday. I was particularly looking forward to it this year because, being a particularly enthusiastic horse rider, I would be competing in my first ever equestrian contest. I was understandably nervous, but also excited because I was almost certain I’d do well.

After 6 hours of travelling, I arrived at the train station where I would be met by my uncle and cousins, who were un identical twins. As usual, Hannah jumped on me with an overly enthusiastic greeting, while Zoe hung back and just said hello shyly, as she normally does. They were 9 this year, and growing up more and more every time I saw them. They were both beginning to grow breasts, having small mounds where they would be, but Hannah’s were slightly larger than Zoe’s. Hannah was all round more grown up than Zoe, being a good 2 or 3 inches taller, with long legs and was skinny due to being a dancer and had long mousy brown hair and big blue eyes, while Zoe was a bit on the slightly larger side, with shorter blonde hair and big brown eyes.

I have to admit, I never have liked Hannah that much despite the fact that she is my cousin, because she’s always been a spoilt brat who always shows off. Also, I don’t care much for dancing either. Zoe, however, shared my enthusiasm for horse riding and we would often go out for a canter in the fields behind their own field off the back of the farmhouse that they lived in. despite being horribly shy, I always managed to get Zoe to talk, and she said she always looked forward to me coming to visit them because she said it got lonely going riding on her own without anyone to talk to.

That first week I was up there was particularly uneventful because no one could do much because the weather was pretty bad. I could only get out to practise for the contest once or twice, which was a bit of a let down because I wanted to get in all of the practice that I could so that I would have a better chance of winning. As the day of the contest loomed, I got an email from the organiser of it saying that it had been cancelled. I was pretty gutted, and so was Zoe as she was going to be competing too for the first time this year.

On what should have been the night of the competition, there was a really bad storm outside. I heard footsteps outside in the hallway and then they stopped outside my door. I waited to see who it was, and when it appeared that whoever it was was just going to stand there, I went to the door and opened it, shocked to see Zoe standing there close to tears. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, a bit lamely as I knew it was probably because of the storm. Confirming my suspicions, she told me that the storm had woken her up and she was scared, so I offered for her to come share my bed with me so that she could try to get back to sleep again. She accepted, which wasn’t out of the blue because every time that there has been a storm in the past she’s come to me for comforting and often shared my bed with me when she was scared.

After we got back to bed, I went to lay with my back to her, as I normally do when I end up sharing a bed with her, when she suddenly grabbed my arm and put it around her waist. I thought this a bit odd, but realised that she probably just wanted a hug to calm her down. We both drifted off to sleep soon after that.

I got woken up at about 4 in the morning by a really loud rumble of thunder. When I looked down at Zoe to see if it had woken her up, I was surprised to see that she was still asleep. I drifted off again, only to be woken about an hour later, but something was different, my hand had slipped down her body and was rubbing her pussy through her underwear, and my other hand had gone underneath her and was caressing her left tit through the oversized tee-shirt that she always wore to bed. I was stunned by this, and moved my hands away, but as my hands moved she grabbed hold of them and moved them back to where they were. I was shocked, but chose to think nothing of it, that she had done it in her sleep and that she wasn’t aware of it at all, so I tried to go back to sleep.

When I awoke at about 11 the next morning, Zoe was already up and dressed and waiting for me to go out for a ride with her. When I was washed and dressed and went downstairs she acted as though nothing had happened the night before, so that eased my mind, letting me believe that she did not know what had happened. The weather had cleared up a bit, but it was still too wet to risk riding on the wet fields, so we sloped back indoors and slumped in front of the TV for a few hours. That night, Zoe asked if she could sleep in my bed again, to which I agreed, because the storm seemed to be coming back.

When she was ready for bed, she came to my room and slipped into bed beside me, again putting my arms around her waist. We both went off to sleep again a little while later, but I was then awoken by a strange feeling on my hand. My middle finger felt hot compared to the rest, and a little moist as well. When I was fully awake I realised why… it was knuckle deep in my 9 year old cousins pussy. I tried to slip my finger out and move away, but she pushed my finger back in, even deeper, pulled it out a bit and pushed it back in, moaning the whole time she was fingering herself with my hand. When I looked at her I could see that she was awake.
“Zoe, we shouldn’t be doing this, you’re my cousin” I told her.
“I know, but I’ve wanted this for so long now.”
“No, you have to stop, it’s illegal”
“I don’t care, I love you Soph, and I want you to fuck me with your fingers until I scream!”
I was shocked by what I was hearing, a 9 year old should not know about this kind of stuff, so I asked where she learned it to which she simply replied the internet. I should have been able to guess that, because kids learn so much that they shouldn’t these days from the net, but I was more concerned by the fact that I was fingering my cousin.
I tried again to tell her to stop it, but she quickly and forcefully pushed her lips against mine. I struggled to pull away, but the feeling was like electric running through my whole body, I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to, so I gave in and kissed her back. After a minute or two she began kissing me more deeply and passionately, slipping her tongue between my lips and entwining it with mine. The next thing I knew, she threw both her arms round my neck, hugged me tight and started moaning real loud and shaking. I hadn’t realised that I had been finger fucking her the whole time we were kissing, and that she had reached the point of orgasm. I wanted to stop, but hearing her moan like she was turned me on too much so I carried on til she came with a loud scream that would have woken the dead, which luckily was drowned a bit by the thunder outside otherwise she would have been heard and we would have been caught. When she calmed down a bit, I slid my finger out of her and put my arms round her waist and held her close, her heart pounding so hard from her orgasm that I could feel it in my own chest. When I awoke the next morning, it was the same as the day before, she was already up and acting as though nothing had happened, but I’m sure that more would happen should there be more storms for the rest of the time I was there…

End of part one

**part 2 if I get enough positive feedback**

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