Corina's Visiting Cousin

A handsome 16-year-old is nicknamed Unattainable Anthony because he's the shy type. A neighbor's 15-year-old female cousin wants to prove he can be attained.

My name is Anthony Carvelle. I was born in 1965 in suburban Canada. Growing up in that place and era was a wonderful experience. It was a real-life depiction of a 1950s sitcom. One income was ample for a family to enjoy a middle-class life, and Dad was always employed at a good-paying job. Mom stayed at home and looked after the house and my sister and me. There were plenty of kids for playmates. Everyone in the neighborhood seemed to have two-parent families. We all had the same complexion and everyone spoke English. There was no crime to speak of. You could leave your house unlocked if you were gone for a few hours or a few days and never worry about anyone entering it who wasn’t supposed to be there. Schools actually educated the country’s youngsters. Optimism about the future was high. Life was good. I miss those days.

The sister I previously mentioned was Brenda. She was three years my junior. We got along splendidly as children—and we still do as adults. Her friends were my friends and my friends were her friends. There always seemed to be someone visiting at our house. A frequent visitor was Corina McKrell, who was a year older than Brenda (and thus two years younger than I was.) Her father was a fairly prominent corporate lawyer, so her family was likely the wealthiest in our neighborhood. Even when I was only seven or eight, Dad often kidded me that I should marry Corina someday “to become an instant millionaire.” I told him I’d consider it, because I liked her and she was cute.

Corina was an only child, so her parents doted on her considerably. Among her luxuries, Corina had her own miniature “playhouse” in the back yard. It was quite lavish as it was equipped with furniture and a small bed. It always fascinated the other neighborhood kids. Corina wasn’t the slightest bit selfish, so she often invited them inside to play with her. It was mostly other girls who went inside the playhouse to have fun, but I was invited there with Brenda on numerous occasions to play games and just hang around.

By the time I was 16, Corina was 14 and was developing into quite a fetching young lass. I was terribly timid around girls, though—even those I had known for years as classmates or neighbors. I was allegedly a handsome adolescent, at least according to my sister who’d often report that some of her 13-year-old female classmates would ask to visit her because they wanted to gawk at me. I admit that was quite flattering, but I was, by nature, a loner. If middle-school girls were smitten with me, they were free to look at me as long as they liked. However, I wasn’t going to initiate any sort of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with any of them, lest I be called a cradle-robber. My reluctance to engage in romantic pursuits had its drawbacks, though. Brenda told me I had acquired the nickname “Unattainable Anthony” among the frustrated girls in both our neighborhood and at her school. It was probably meant to be a disparaging monicker, but I laughed when I first heard it.

During the summer of 1981, a visitor arrived at the McKrell household for a lengthy stay. She was Corina’s 15-year-old cousin. Her name was Amanda Vincent. I hadn’t yet met her, but Brenda had. She told me she had learned that Amanda would be a long-term houseguest at the McKrell home for all of July and well into August. Brenda coyly added, “I know you’re not much of a skirt-chaser, Anthony, but if you think Corina is cute, you’ll think Amanda is even cuter. Trust me on this.”

“Duly noted,” I said without a whole lot of enthusiasm. Brenda liked being a matchmaker—and she had been trying to pair me off with various friends and neighbors since she was six years old. Therefore, I thought this was normal and typical behavior from her.

Amanda had been at the McKrells’ home for about 36 hours before I first met her. I had left the house to mail a stack of letters for my mother—mostly bill payments. This required me to walk about two blocks to the nearest mailbox. I passed by the McKrells’ house to do so. Apparently, I had attracted their guest’s attention because I was intercepted by Corina as I was walking by on the return trip.

“Hey, Anthony!” Corina shouted at me from her front door, “Come here and meet my cousin, Amanda. She’s 15 and she’ll be here for six weeks.”

I wanted to be polite, so I shrugged my shoulders and tacitly agreed by stepping onto the McKrells’ front lawn. I never got into the McKrells’ home, however. Amanda came out to meet me well before I got to the door. Brenda was absolutely right: This girl who I was meeting for the first time was extremely attractive! She was about 5’3” tall, had shoulder-length black hair, a pretty face, and a well-developed body for a girl her age. I instantly made a life-changing decision: I was no longer going to be Unattainable Anthony. If this girl wanted a romantic relationship, I would happily agree to it.

I quickly learned that there wasn’t a shy bone in Amanda’s lovely body. She greeted me by asking her cousin, “Who is this hunk, Corina, and why aren’t you screwing him?”

Corina had been temporarily stunned into silence by Amanda’s unabashed behavior towards me. Then she asked her cousin, “Jeez, is that the way you always talk to boys when you first meet them?
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“Yes, if I want to take them to bed,” Amanda replied just as brazenly. “It saves a lot of useless chitchat when I get to the point quickly.”

I had seldom heard a girl speak in such a manner—and certainly never that way about me. All I could do was smile at her, offer my hand for her to shake, and say, “I’m Anthony Carvelle. I live across the street from here and down a few houses. Glad to know you.”

Amanda passed on the handshake and hugged me instead. It wasn’t an ordinary hug, either. The was a level of familiarity and affection to it that I was not expecting—but I thoroughly enjoyed it
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“Let’s get acquainted!” Amanda suggested. “Let’s all go into that playhouse in the backyard so I can get to know this handsome neighbor of yours, Corina.” Corina did not use the structure as much as she had a few years earlier, but she still entertained friends there on occasion when she wanted some privacy from her parents.

Once we were seated on the chairs inside Corina’s playhouse, Amanda got right down to business. “Anthony,” she said, “when you walked by the house, I asked Corina who you were. She told me your name and that you had been her friend and neighbor for many years. She tells me that your nickname among the girls is Unattainable Anthony. I want to prove that wrong!”

I took the bait and responded, “That nickname of mine is something I just recently learned. It’s funny, but I don’t think it’s necessarily accurate.”

“So you’re saying I could attain you, Anthony? Is that right?” Amanda asked me while leaning towards me in a very sexy manner.

“Certainly!” I replied. “Amanda, you have me interested already.”

Amanda flashed me a naughty grin and said, “Well, as the old saying goes, I guess I should strike while the iron is hot!” She got out of her chair, quickly walked toward mine, and promptly sat on my lap. Then she wrapped her arms around me and planted a sensuous kiss on my lips.

Wow! Although I had experienced subtle come-ons by my sister’s friends during the previous couple of years, I’d never seen such a shameless act of open flirtation by any girl—although I had certainly fantasized about it! Amanda maintained the passionate kiss while undoing the three buttons on the golf shirt I was wearing. When that was done, she pulled it over my head to expose my bare chest. It had a bit of hair on it; that was a trait the males in my family all seemed to have.

“Ooh, a manly chest!” Amanda exclaimed. “I just have to run my fingers through its hair. It’s very sexy, Anthony!”

“If you say so, Amanda…” was all I could think of saying as my mind was racing. I knew Amanda’s advances were accelerating out of control, but I was curious to see how far she would take them.
I found out quickly. Amanda spent perhaps 45 seconds running her fingers through my hirsute torso, then she began to undo the buttons on her mauve top. There were six. She dropped it to the floor and, without a moment’s hesitation, removed her brassiere and set it down beside the blouse. She shook her jiggly breasts for effect and then pressed them against my naked chest as she kissed me again. Of course, I wrapped my arms around her to extend the kiss as long as possible.

“You’ve attained me, Amanda!” I told her when our kiss finally ended.

Corina was slightly aghast at the scene unfolding before her. “Are you two seriously going to have sex now? That’s unbelievable! You’ve only known each other for about five minutes!” she shouted at the two of us.

“When it comes to sex, Corina, guys are easily persuaded,” was the best explanation I could muster. Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood to engage in idle chatter with Corina when I had a desirable, topless, 15-year-old girl sitting on my lap. There was work to be done!

Amanda and I both knew what to do next. She rose from my lap so she could easily remove her slacks and panties. The latter were white with a red border on them. Within seconds they were tossed alongside her bra and blouse. At the same time, I was removing my jeans and my briefs to expose a rising penis. Neither one of us seemed to care one iota about Corina’s presence.

This was absolutely a new experience for me. The last naked girl I’d had anywhere near me was Maggie Dumont. One day after our third-grade class was dismissed, she took me to a wooded area near the school for a secret round of “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” That was nothing unusual, though, as Maggie reputedly played that special version of show-and-tell with at least a dozen boys in our class. Amanda, who was nearly twice Maggie’s age, was much more appealing to the eyes and was apparently interested in getting very intimate with me.

Amanda knelt in front of me to stimulate my penis, first with her active hands and then with her warm mouth. She declared my phallus to be “absolutely scrumptious” after a few licks. I found that to be a particularly amusing comment. I reciprocated by fondling her bouncy boobs, paying close attention to her hardening nipples. I told Amanda she had “a terrific set of tits for a 15-year-old,” although I had no previous examples to which to compare them.

Amanda took the initiative to return to my lap. This time she adroitly positioned herself so that my stiff rod penetrated her vagina. The feeling that ran through my excited body was warm and intense. Fucking in this manner was obviously nothing new for Amanda; she rode me like a pro. She took my hands and placed them on her waist so I could assist her bouncing up and down on my erection.

“That’s better, Anthony! Doing that will help me attain an orgasm. As far as I’m concerned, a fuck isn’t a fuck unless I have an orgasm.”

That was an interesting bit of philosophy, but I was too busy focusing on my own impending orgasm to give it much thought. More specifically, I was interested in trying not to have one too quickly. Having intercourse with Amanda Vincent felt so good that I wanted our screwing to last indefinitely. Alas, as a 16-year-old sexual novice, I could sense the end was fast approaching. To avoid a major accident, I lifted Amanda off my dick about ten seconds before it fired a large string of goo. It mostly struck the area of her body near her navel. Amanda sexily scooped up a few drops of my thick, white jism and dropped them dramatically into her gaping mouth. That was a sexual fantasy of mine that I never thought would come true! She then embraced me and kissed me romantically again. Half the load that I had launched onto Amanda’s body ended up being transferred to mine that way. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Stick your finger in my pussy, Anthony,” Amanda instructed me. “I’ll come for sure if you do that for me!”
I happily obliged with the middle digit on my right hand. About nine or ten strong thrusts did the trick. I felt the increased wetness of her vagina. That, and her contented cooing and devilish grin, told me I had succeeded in pleasing this wild cousin of Corina’s.

Corina had been a quiet spectator throughout the romp I had with Amanda. “Corina, you’re a damn fool if you haven’t ridden Anthony’s dick,” Amanda eventually said to her cousin. “You really ought to give it a try sometime. You’ll like it. I’m sure of that.”

Corina surprised me by saying, “I had intended to screw Anthony someday, but you beat me to him. Amanda, you’re a full year older than I am—and way, way more sexually aggressive. I can’t hope to compete with you.”

My head was spinning from all the positive feedback and unexpected information from both Corina and Amanda. Still, I kept my wits about me, and remained calm before I freely gave my thoughts to the matter. “Give me a call sometime, Corina. My folks—especially my father—thinks we should get married one day in the future. We might as well get some of the fringe benefits of marriage while we are in our teenage years, don’t you think?”

Corina did not have time to reply. Amanda gave her opinion first. “Yeah, you two should get married,” Amanda agreed. "In the meantime, I’ll be here until the middle of August, Corina. If you’re not using Anthony’s penis during that time—I will! How about the same time tomorrow for another great fuck, Anthony? I’d definitely like that.”