There I found an overgrown piece of council ground with some sort of spooky single storey building in the middle. At first, I would only go in there f...r a moment then run back to our garden. Gradually I got bolder and would sometimes wander around in the bushes for longer.One day while I was in there, I was kicking around in the rubbish behind a bus shelter that backed onto the piece of land when I saw it. A magazine laying in the damp grass with pictures of people on it. As I looked closer at. Writing this now, I didn’t have to tell her that then, she knew all of that already. I was the one always playing catch up to what she already knew. Compared to her, I was the one who didn’t know anything. She was the oracle and I was the fool. Even though she had beautiful breasts, the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, felt, and sucked, I grew to look more forward to holding her hand and playing with her fingers, while walking and talking, than holding her breast and fingering her nipple,. She started to rub her hand on the underside of my cock almost petting it. She was panting heavily with her mouth watering. “I just..I just need to taste it for a bit Mikey, you can’t blame me. Please don’t be mad at me. I know I’m your cousin, but..but..” she positioned her grip the base of my cock and directed it down to the entrance of her mouth as she talked. A tip a pre-cum or a remnant of cum from her mom glistened my tip. Still talking and unnecessarily pleading with me, she cut herself. Paul loved to play games and after their game, he would be allowed to eat her pussy. He loved making his sugar baby cum. Only after she said it was okay.Paul had another fetish about his cum. He loved to lick it out of Sydney’s ass and pussy but also liked her to cook with it. For about three months, when it was time to cum, he would blow his load into bowls where Sydney would put into ice cube trays or popsicle molds. He enjoyed drinking his cum in ice cubes when he drank his favorite.