Losing My Virginity to a step-cousin (Fondling Ronda)

My uncle’s step daughter and I enter puberty and notice each other for the first time.

As a boy, I liked to spend the night with my uncle. He had a new wife who had 4 kids from a previous marriage. I never really noticed Ronda until she hit puberty. Her tits were above average in size for her age.

Ronda was average height, maybe a little less, chubby and cute. She was a brunette with pretty brown eyes, which I would soon notice as if for the first time. She must have been about 13 when I became aware of her sneaking glances at me, smiling at me, and touching my hand or knee whenever she could come up with an excuse. She would often offer to refill my glass and made sure to touch my hand as she took it from me. The way she would softly say my name, not much more than a whisper, really felt good.

This story happened when I was 15. Ronda, still 13, would make a play that would end up with the two of us being alone together, all night. I was visiting my uncle one summer day and all his step children were there, of course, including Ronda. My aunt was visiting my uncle, her brother, too. I also stayed with her quite often as she was not much older than me and was fun to hang out with. So before she left my uncle’s house I asked if I could come by her house later and spend the night with her. She agreed and looked forward to having me. Ronda heard this conversation and began acting very antsy. My aunt remained at my uncles for at least a few more minutes. Now here’s the tricky part. Ronda’s mom hadn’t heard me ask to spend the night with my aunt. Ronda then approached my aunt about her spending the night too. My aunt again agreed. I started getting a vibe from Ronda I hadn’t gotten before. NONE of my uncle’s step children had ever asked to stay with my aunt. And Ronda asked just minutes after hearing that I would be staying there that night. I started feeling optimistic about having some kind of encounter with Ronda. Holding hands? That would be ok, I guess. Kissing? I wouldn’t say no to that either. But I was hoping for more, much more.

I don’t have any memory from the time Ronda got permission from her mom to stay with my aunt (with nobody breathing a word about me staying there too) till the time we arrived at my aunt’s house. But at some point my aunt, Ronda and me were sitting in the living room very late that night watching Monty Python. At some point my aunt decided it was bed time and brought us blankets and pillows. My aunt’s kids were all little and had their own room. This left only one room for me and Ronda, the living room. Her mom would have known this and would have refused if she had known I was going to be there too. Now, my aunt watched us make our “beds” next to each other. So it’s important to point out the following. I was a horny teenager and I had a crush on my aunt as well. I always fantasized about getting into her pants too. It never happened but it was enough to encourage my decision to stay with her instead of my uncle, where Ronda lived. Also, I figured Ronda was too young to want sex. So it was a total accident that it worked out this way. Had I known Ronda was ready to experiment I would have offered to stay with my uncle. But I think my aunt had desires for me and, because she wouldn’t dare act them out herself, may have fantasized about what Ronda and I would do that night. So she didn’t object to us sleeping so close, Ronda on the couch and me just in front of the couch.

Back to the subject of my uncle’s house. Ronda had an older brother I usually shared a bed with when I stayed there. He had been telling me Ronda had a crush on me and thought I was cute. He even showed me a hole in the bathroom wall, inside the utility closet, where we (yes me and Ronda’s brother) would watch her bathe. One time she washed her soapy tits for the longest time. She must have known about the hole, and heard us on the other side of the wall. She was putting on a show. Why I hadn’t tried to make a move on Ronda before is a mystery, even to me. Teenage awkwardness, perhaps. So it really was Ronda making the first move. That is, getting me alone.

So our beds were made, Ronda and I crawled under our respective blankets, and my aunt shut off the living room light and adjourned to her bedroom and shut the door. Total darkness, total quiet, and totally alone with a girl around my age who had nice tits. It was looking pretty good. I was awkward, as I said. I didn’t have the nerve to just sit up and say, “Hey, lets do it!” Besides, I wanted to wait long enough for my aunt to get to sleep. That way she would be less likely to hear Ronda and I, if we did anything. So by the time I figured my aunt was asleep, I figured Ronda might be asleep too. So instead of intentionally waking her, I thought I’d just try to cop a feel. If she woke up and stopped me, well that would suck. But she liked me and probably wouldn’t tell on me. So nothing lost there. If she woke up and accepted my touching, SCORE! If she didn’t wake up, well, I could have some fun anyway. I slowly and quietly rolled onto my side and faced the couch. Ronda didn’t give any sign of waking from my movement. I slowly brought my hand out from under my blanket and laid it on the front of the couch. Then I paused and listened. Her breathing didn’t change. She didn’t move. Maybe she’s still asleep. Maybe she woke up and I just can’t tell. Maybe she never went to sleep, like me, and was waiting for my aunt to fall asleep so we could have some fun. Who knows. We never talked about it. But I continued to advance.

My first target was those pretty titties. They were probably already a C cup. But I wouldn’t have complained as long as she wasn’t flat chested like me. So C cups were a bonus, grown-woman sized tits. I slid my hand up the front of the couch until I felt her shoulder through her blanket. I rested my hand there a few seconds. She didn’t stir. With spider-like fingers I walked my hand back down and found the edge of her blanket. Then I wiggled those fingers underneath it. I found her shoulder again and followed her arm down. It was laying on the couch beside her, not across her chest or stomach. This would make thing’s easier. I continued moving until I found the bottom hem of her top. We had gone to bed fully clothed except for shoes. We didn’t dare get naked in front of my aunt. I began fumbling to get my fingers under her top, trembling like I was. I felt like I was running in gym class, my heart pounding, my breathing fast and deep trying to keep oxygen to my excited brain. She still didn’t move. She still didn’t say anything. I kept moving. My fingers touched her chubby stomach. “Girl’s skin!” I thought. “And not just a hand or arm.” I kept my hand moving slowly up toward her tits. I was trying to aim for the right one. She was on my left, so that was the closest one to me. My aim was pretty good but an unexpected obstacle presented itself. What was the extra cloth covering her tit? I was new to exploring underneath a girl’s clothing. I had forgotten all about bras. But, hey, touching a girl’s bra, with a tit in it, that was a new experience too. So all is well there too.

Ronda still didn’t make a move. I guess she was happy with the developments so she didn’t want to interrupt me (this theory was proven a little while later on this same night). I began trying to get under this bra. I’m sure I pinched her at some point, accidentally. My hand was trembling so and I had NEVER had the opportunity to remove a girl’s bra before. She probably understood. But she never made a sound. I finally got my fingers under the elastic band at the bottom of her bra and lifted it up and over her tit. I didn’t waste a moment between letting go of the bra and placing my hand on top of her soft, young tit. I just rolled it in my hand, gently squeezing, enjoying every second. It didn’t feel like I expected. Though, I didn’t really know what to expect. It felt foreign, but amazing. I flattened my palm and rolled it around. I felt a little protrusion. “Nipple”. I had to play with it. I had heard tits, and nipples in general, were sensitive, like my testicles. So I tried to be gentle. My trembling wasn’t easing up at all. I had plenty of fun with her fat tit. I don’t remember feeling the other one. I probably did. I would have been happy to spend all night just playing with her tits if I knew she wouldn’t let me go any further. But I had to find out and I was wasting time. We could be interrupted at any moment. There were more female parts I had no experience with and I wanted to get some of that while I had the chance. I reluctantly released her tit and began sliding my hand back down her stomach. I felt the top of her jeans. I slid my hand down a little further. I felt her pubic bone so I knew I was on the right track. I felt the little intersection between her pubic bone and her two thighs, that little “Y”. It felt warm there. That was unexpected. But it was very pleasant. I turned my hand sideways to try and slip it between her chubby thighs. SHE SPREAD HER LEGS!

By now I felt like I could pass out. I stopped and caught my breath. But not too long. She let me rub her warm pussy through her jeans. Another first for me! If she had stopped me right then I would have felt like a king among men. But she didn’t. I slid my hand back up her jeans and felt the button at the top of the fly. Something was off here. A little exploring and I figured out this girl’s jeans were manufactured wrong (this was my naive opinion at the time). The fly opened the opposite direction that they should. Oh, well. It wasn’t going to stop me. I unbuttoned her fly. My heart, my breathing, I felt like I was running a marathon. My trembling fingers felt for the zipper. I desperately hoped my aunt wouldn’t interrupt us. I found the pull on Ronda’s zipper and began pulling. I had never unzipped pants from off to the side and with the fly opening the wrong way. I had to sit up and use both hands. Up until now I had been laying on my side, as if anybody was fooled into thinking my hand was sleep walking. I sat there on my knees and held the top of her pants with one hand while pulling down on the zipper. It slid with ease, finally. And the zipper seemed to disappear between her thighs. I pulled until it stopped. She still wasn’t resisting. I leaned over and grasped her jeans on both sides of her round young hips. I pulled down. Nothing moved. Damn! I pulled a little harder and she raised her little 13 year old ass to make it easier for me. This chick is so cool! Her pants were coming down with little resistance. I kept pulling, right side, left side, right side again. She shifted her sexy hips whichever way she needed to in order for me to remove her pants. I got them down around her ankles and went for the panties. I could see them in the light from the streetlights coming through the window. It was dim. Everything was black and white. But I could see her panties. I forget what they looked like now. But I could see them then. I got both hands on them and pulled down. Again she raised her chubby little ass. As I slid them down I could see that her tits weren’t the only parts of her anatomy that were well into puberty. I’m sure I learned this in sex education class in school. But I was surprised to see such a hairy pussy on a 13 year old. It was a full bush. I had to play in the pubic hair for just a moment. Then onward. I slid my hand off her hairy bush and aimed for that little virgin pussy. SHE SPREAD HER LEGS…ALL THE WAY! Her left leg was upright against the back of the couch. This was as far as it would open under the circumstances. But her right knee was fully off the couch. I could see her dark hair continue down between her legs. So I began searching there with my fingers. There was supposed to be an opening in this area. I felt such soft skin between her legs. But no opening was apparent to my inexperienced hands. I had heard of lips. I had even seen images in sex ed and in my dad’s porno magazines. So I began trying to figure out how to spread them. Then I found a spot of VERY wet hair. I concentrated my search here. I pushed one finger into the wetness and I could definitely feel two folds of skin trying to separate. I used my other fingers to assist in the spreading. Ronda still didn’t resist. She didn’t speak. She lay there with her eyes still closed.

The wet spot was over a pretty large area. And the vaginal opening was pretty elusive. I didn’t really know what I was feeling. I would push here and there. Now Ronda was reacting as if she didn’t like what I was doing. So if I pushed in a spot and she tensed up I knew I was in the wrong spot. I kept probing until I felt a small indentation…a VERY small indentation. Ronda didn’t mind me pushing on the indentation. I pushed a little more. My middle finger began sinking below the surface. Ronda didn’t protest. Further in my finger went. At about the second knuckle I felt resistance. I pushed a little harder. Her tight little virgin pussy hole was grasping the knuckle, refusing to let it in any further. She tensed up and I heard a whispered grunt. She didn’t like that. So I pulled my finger back out a little. Instinct was kicking in. I knew I needed more wetness on my finger. So moving it in and out some might just help spread Ronda’s lubrication around a little better. I decided to do just that for a little bit, actually fingering her. Actually fingering a girl’s pussy for the first time. I was actually getting used to all these new experiences and enjoying them instead of wasting my valuable attention span being in disbelief. She was enjoying the pussy play. So when I thought she had become a little wetter I pushed my finger in a little harder. She reacted to my knuckle going into the virgin opening of her vagina. It felt tight, even on my finger. She must be a virgin. This must be the first finger ever to penetrate this little 13 year old pussy. The knuckle slipped past the remainder of her hymen, and continued until my third knuckle, and the knuckles of my other fingers, were against her pussy lips. I now had my middle finger fully inside a girl’s pussy! Now my heart and breathing were dizzying. I just knew I would pass out. But I didn’t. I slid my finger in and out, feeling the softest skin my fingers had ever touched. In and out, turning it upside down and fingering her that way. I wanted to feel all 360 degrees of the vaginal canal. I began bending my finger, feeling all the wonderful wrinkles inside her. It didn’t feel like I expected. In fact, every woman I ever experienced after Ronda didn’t have such loose wrinkles inside her. Her vaginal opening was very tight. But inside this soft new skin was just full of an abundance of folds of skin creating all these wrinkles. I flexed my finger in amazement at the sensation. This was too much. I wanted to stick my cock in her. My cock, by the way, was harder and bigger than it had ever been. But I was so out of breath. I felt like I needed to stop for my own health. So I laid down to rest and catch my breath.

As I lay there, I heard Ronda pulling up her pants and repositioning her bra. “It’s over”, I thought. But after she had finished putting herself together again she crawled down on top of me. I was hoping she wasn’t done. Not only was she not done, she was ready to take over. She began kissing me. This was new. I had been kissed on the cheek by girls but just in a juvenile way. Ronda was kissing me on the lips. Her long, brown hair fell from her shoulders and landed on various places on my face. It tickled but it felt very intimate. I felt very close to her. But then, another new experience. She slid her tongue between my lips, and down my throat. I was actually French kissing a girl. I couldn’t complain about that. I rather enjoyed it. And that’s saying something considering that only minutes before I had my finger in a pussy for the first time. Maybe I would get to take her all the way. Her pussy was no longer technically a virgin. But my cock was much bigger round than my fingers. So I could still possibly have a chance to stick it inside a VERY tight little pussy.

But no. When she was done kissing me she made it clear she was done. Fully clothed, she climbed back onto the couch and tucked the covers in such a way that she was literally wrapped up in them. I guess she would have stopped me if I had tried to penetrate her earlier. But I was a champion. I lay there smelling my pussy flavored finger. I didn’t eat her pussy that time. I kicked myself for not doing so. I’m sure she would have allowed it. But other than that I had done everything she was willing to do. I made do with licking her juice off my finger. I was still so horny. I decided to masturbate. That didn’t take long. I had hoped she would watch me. But she didn’t.

That’s how it ended that night. But rest assured. I endeavored to lose my virginity before the year’s end. And I would lose it to Ronda or die trying. But that’s a story for another time.

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