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

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…

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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?”