Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 13:25:33 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Cousins with Benefits, Part One" by Jay Roberts Bi Sex Incest +++A lot of folks think that benefits has something to do with charity, not in this story. Our boy has high value to his cousins, as you will see. But this tale is for eighteen year olds or more, ONLY. If you are under that age come back when you are older and find out. It was a hard life on our farm in Tennessee, especially with only the three of us to run it. Mom was getting older. Dad was getting crippled with rheumatism so most of the hard work fell to me. I was up to it, but with keeping my grades up in high school and having some social life, it was hard, really hard. Then the bottom fell outa everythin', Dad had a heart attack and an' he keeled over and died on the spot. After the funeral, Mom and I realized that without him, it meant that we had to pay a hired man to help and there was hardly no money for that. I could have taken a job in town myself, but then, the farm would suffer. When I thought it couldn't be worse, Mom began to go funny. It was some kinda mental thing with a big word. The visiting nurse told me that she has to go a mental home where she'd git the right attention. I called Uncle Amos that night. He is my Mom's younger brother. He's a widower with two children, twins. I met them when I was real young. There was a boy, Brad, about my age, eighteen, and his sister Mona, same age naturally. When Uncle Amos heard about all the bad luck that hit our family, he said, "All this is too much for a lad of eighteen. Let me fly out and help you." Now he was rich I heared from Mom, owned a large Cadillac dealership and lived in New York City in what they call a town house. I tell you this cause it was no big deal fur him to take an airplane. Well a few days later, wuz doin' milkin' duties when a taxi came up to the front door. I was finished with my cow and put the pail aside and hurried outa the barn to greet Uncle Amos, who wuz jes' paying fer the ride. Well, I tell you, he wuz a handsome man, a little gray hair around the edges, but with a real young face. An' his body was lak a young man, slim. The way he walked, fast with long steps made him seem even younger. He smiled with white teeth and held out his hand. I couldn't help noticin' that his nails had pink paint on them and they were soft and smooth. "Dwight, lad, I'm so sorry about your tragedy." He meant Mom's problems and Dad dying, I guess. "But I'm here to help you." Well he sure took over, but I 'preciated it. Sittin' in the parlor, he said, "Dwight, I can see you can have a better life than farming. You got the family's good lucks and you got strength and pep. Come home with me and I can set you up in the car business. You'll love your cousins and they'll love you." He said that the first thing wuz to sell the farm and that the money will hep me git started in New York City. We ended up selling it to our neighbor. We didn't git much but Uncle said that money wuz no problem for me, after I git settled in New York. Well I packed my stuff and put it in a big cardboard box and tied it with string and we took a taxi to the big town airport and before long I was sitting in the plane, waiting for it to move. I wuz a bit scared. This was my first time away from the farm and the first time in an airplane. Suddenly the motors started and the plane budged forward. Sweat sprang out on my forehead and face. Uncle patted my hand that was grippin' the seat rest. "Just look at me boy, forget the movement outside the window. As long as I am here, you have nothing to worry about." He gripped my upper arm and complimented me on my big muscle. I closed my eyes tightly and leaned hard against his warm, hard body. He put an arm around me and held me tight. When the plane suddenly turned sharply to climb, I began shivering from fear. He kissed my sweaty forehead, saying, "Nothing to fear with me here." I felt better, but I thought that Uncle sure was a kissin' man. I think I liked that. It was new to me. As the trip continued, I wondered if my cousins Brad and Mona were also kissin' cousins. These kinda thoughts made my jeans buckle out from my stiff sexual organ. I think Uncle noticed it. Things went so fast I wuz plumb dizzy. We landed. That was another scary thing and I got another hug and kiss from Uncle Amos, this time on my lips. That helped me git over the scariness. Then to were met by a young fellow in a uniform that Uncle called Harry. He treated Uncle like he wuz a king or something, grabbed our bags and soon we were sitting in the back on the leather seats. Harry was real handsome with a small moustache that looked fine. He was tall, maybe almost seven feet. I wondered crazily if that mean that he had a penis like one of the farm bulls. I stopped such thoughts as the car came to garage door. Harry reached out and pressed a button and the door opened up and we wuz in the basement of this tall thin house. The three of us squeezed into an small elevator. I liked being pushed against tall Harry and fine Uncle who I was lovin' already. The elevator stopped and the door opened and I looked out. It was like something from the movies. All fine furniture and mirrors and paintings. Uncle squeezed my neck and sent shivers down my spine. "We'll here at your new home. Welcome, let me get the kids." He picked up a telephone and pressed a button marked "Brad's Suite". "Hello, Mona, you and Brad together? Good I have Dwight here and bringing him up to meet you." Harry took my carton and Uncle led the way to another elevator. This one was fancy with marble floor and fabric walls. It was even smaller than that other one and Harry's backside that sort of stuck out was against my middle. I hoped he didn't feel my prick agin' him. He musta known 'cause he kinda wiggled agin' me. Down the hall to a double oak door and Uncle knocked, and said to Harry, you can bring to box down to Dwight's room. "Come in all," said a most wonderful voice. It was a boy's voice and a little mellow and thick, lak a church singer or somethin'. We stepped in. Oh my, there wuz cousin Brad, dressed in underwear shorts, nothin' else. Now I saw right off that we looked somethin' lak each other. He had my reddish gold hair too and wuz about my height. Even his face looked lak he could be my brother. Cousin Mona looked at lot like him, 'cept small and more delicate. Brad stared at me a smile on his face. Something seemed funny to him and I hoped it wasn't my overalls. They were my best pair. But then he threw his bare arms over my neck and hugged me and kissed my cheek. My or my, my relative folks are sure kissers. But that warrent anthin', next Mona, almost a perky female version of Brad came over and kissed me on my lips. She whispered into my ear, "Welcome. You are one hot boy." Uncle had business to do and he left. "Want a cocktail," Mona asked. Dumb me, I thought that mean a story about cocks, but she pointed to the table where there wuz and pitcher and glasses. "Sure, I'm a bit thirsty." Brad poured some of the clear drink into a glass and handed it to me with an amused look on his handsome face. I thought that I shouldn't think that 'cause he looks so much lak me that it is prideful. This drink was sharp tastin' but after years of drinkin' the neighbors homemade stuff with Robby my friend, I could stand this. I drank it all in one gulp. "May I have another please?" "Sure darling," said Mona and came over and patted my cheek. These were lovin' folks. After drinking the second one I found that I was smilin', silly lak. My tongue felt a little funny but I was real happy to be with these beautiful cousins. I tol' then how happy I wuz and they smiled and patted my back and such. It wuz all I could do not to grab them both in a strong wrestling hold. "Maybe you'd like a bath," Brad said. "Come on, I'll get you started and settled in your room." Now I had washed two days ago and didn't really need it, but I wanted to be nice to him. He put his arm around my waist and we walked close together lak that down the hall. I felt happy to be close to him and I wuz a little dizzy so it hep'd to have him hold me. My room was grand, all in gray and black. The bed was as wide as three cots pushed together, and there wuz a bathroom right here next to the bedroom. This wuz some fancy place. "Come into the bathroom and I'll run the bath." The bathroom wuz all marble and golden pipes and spigots. It wuz too beautiful to use for bodily functions I thought, but I did have to pee. I tol' Brad and he said that I shouldn't mind him, to just go ahead. Well, I am not shy about peeing with anyone around, for sure. I unbuttoned the bottom of my overalls and hauled out the family friend. Oh my, he really had to piss. A thick stream of bright yella shot out and made a lot of noise against the water in the toilet. I heard Brad, speaking from jes over my shoulder and lookin' at my sexual organ, "Very nice. I little like mine, but bigger." I got a little hard from the pleasure of peeing but also from Brad lookin' at it. I quickly shook him and when all the drops were gone, slipped him back in my overalls. Brad wuz sittin' on a stool acrost the room. He said, with a strong voice, a new kinda voice, "Get your clothes off. The bath is ready." Well I only had to open the two brass buttons on my overalls and they fell tumbling down to my ankles. There I wuz, jes in my white briefs. "Is that what you wear for underwear?" "Sure, all the boys do, I see that in gym." "Well in New York, we wear these kind, boxers, like I'm wearing." "They sure is nice and comfortable, but they don't git under yur testicles and hold them up when yur workin' and such." He smiled. "Well take them off and step in. The temperature is perfect." I dropped my draws and freed up my pecker that was curled down against my testicles. I stepped into the water. It felt real nice as I settled my rump down into it. Brad seemed red in the face as he handed me soap and a cloth. That soap wuz sweet smellin' I wondered if it wuz okay fer a boy to use it. "Let me git your back," he said in a husky voice. It felt so nice havin' him do that and I purred in pleasure and allowed my pecker to lift above the water level. "You're getting turned on, aren't you? You like this?" "I sure do dear cousin, but I think I better git finished and spend some time with Mona." He seemed to shake himself into action. "Oh yes, "I see we are exactly the same size so I'll bring you some of my clothes, and underwear shorts. Let your testicles flop, it's good for them." We both laughed as he left and I dried myself. They had a full length mirror here, the first one I ever saw. Now my whole body was revealed. I had to admit that I looked real nice, but a quickly looked away, not wantin' to be too prideful. I heard the bedroom door open and then close again and I stepped in to find some fine clothes layed out on the bed. Shoes, even and thin socks, gray pants and blue shirt with a dark jacket with brass buttons. There must be a party planned for dinner. I was naked bein' that I had dried myself. I went to pick up those red striped shorts makin' sure the front entrance was in the front, when the door flew open. I stood there unashamed as Mona started at my front. My prick began to rise from her staring but I didn't cover myself. She came over and put her slim arms around my neck and put her full lips against mine, more than friendly lak. I kissed her back. After all, she was family. She musta felt my big penis pressing against her flat tunny 'cause she reached her hand down and took it in her little hand. Whew, I felt lak I had three more of those cocktails. My head was whirling. She looked up at me and said, "Would you like a suck before dinner?" 'Course I knew jest what she was talkin' 'bout, fer my neighbor friend, had onst did it on me. It was really somethin' it made me go crazy and sing lak. "If'n you have a mind to, I won't say no," I said, but my voice was all husky and such. In a second, she was on her knees and she opened her pretty little mouth and her little cat tongue came out and licked up the head of my organ. I was gettin' little drops on the tip and she licked them off and made happy sounds. I guess she like the taste. My neighbor friend said that I taste lak fresh cream. I couldn't think anymore, she had took the whole thing in her mouth and her suckin' and lickin' up a storm. My leg began to shake and I had to steady myself to keep from fallin' down from the wonderful feelins' She now had her small hands, one on each of my rumps and she was clutching them and pushin' me deeper in her throat. Oh that was somethin' new, that neighbor boy didn't do that. I heard sounds in the room, some lak gasps and hiccups and grunts. It was me. I was becomin' pig lak. She kept on, my thighs began to move back and forth an' I was rudely but surely fuckin' her pretty mouth. She seemed to lak it. I called down to her, "Mona sweet lil' girl, you better move off me, I'm gonna make a lot of milk." Without taking her mouth she shook her head side to side to indicaate "no". Why the purdy pussy wanted my milk. And no matter what, I had no say in it as my piss hole opened up and out flooded lil' Dwight's milk. Gulped and swallowed and licked her lips and swallowed some more. Finally when I was done with the milkin' she smiled at me. "Grade "A" with the cream left in," she announced with a sly smile. Oh this girl, how could you not love her to death. I gave her my best gratitude kiss and she slapped me on the hinny as if I was a cow and said, "You better get dress and come down. Father insists on promptness. End Chapter One Stay tuned as a household of people have their way with our hero.