Cousin Lovers and Hidden Passion: A Secret Romance Unfolds in Small Town America

Joe finished the latest chapter and passed it on to me. As some of the earlier ones no longer appear at this site, let me recap what’s happened so far.


It was a story of love and baseball (and the Steelers). It was July of 1979 when Joe’s aunt and her three kids returned from living out of state. Once back home she married a local doctor and moved into a nice home across town from Joe. He hadn’t seen his cousin Hannah for five years, but was quite smitten with her when they met again. After a few weeks it led to their first kiss, and another couple weeks after that they were in each other’s pants and Joe soon lost his virginity to his younger cousin. We pick the story up in mid-September as they try to keep their relationship hot while trying to find time to be together under the noses of their parents.

So look forward to Homecoming games, skinny dipping, the drive-in movie theater, fraternity parties, and oh, that girl Katie at the bowling alley.

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Hannah was everything I had ever hoped for. We were friends, we were lovers – but it was a secret. Not only that we were cousins, but there were still some people who believed that you shouldn’t even be able to read about teenagers in love and having sex, let alone deal with it among their own children.

Hannah reached across the lunch table to put her hand on mine. She looked into my eyes and said, “If this is going to last, sooner or later we’re going to have to tell them. We need to get out front on it, so that we’re in control of the situation.” If there was anything the girl was terrified of, it was not being in control.

I nodded as I replied, “You’re right. Maybe in steps, like getting them used to us hanging out all the time, even if we’re not showing any affection.”

She seemed a little down as she said, “Well, that sounds good, I guess.” Then she composed herself, and sounding more upbeat asked, “So, are you coming to our Homecoming game Friday night?”

Excitedly I replied, “Only if I get to wear my Walnut Heights letter jacket!”

“It’s not like you played football!”

“The jackets all look the same! I promise I won’t root against you guys too hard. I don’t really know very many on our team – the guys who are seniors now were only in 9th grade when I was a senior.”

“The game’s at eight – what time are you going to pick me up?”

I paused to think, and then asked her, “Maybe you can get a ride with Dave and Susie and I can meet yunz there?”

She shrugged and look right at me. “I thought we were going to try being more open.”

I knew it sounded much too whiny when I said, “I KNOW…I know, I just need a little more time.”

I had to laugh as she leered at me through squinted eyes.

I reached for her hand as I said, “C’mon, we need to get you back to school on time.” In a few minutes we were back at her parking lot where we gave each other a short goodbye kiss.

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Friday came quickly. It was a nice day for the middle of September, sunny with a high of seventy five, although I knew the next day would be rainy at best. Of course, with the winds up on the hill, I was probably going to have to zip my letter jacket to stay warm.

Although I was dressed in the road team’s red and gray, I made my way along the walkway at the base of the metal bleachers on the home side of the field, scanning the crowd for some familiar faces. I was less than halfway down when I saw Hannah stand and wave, maybe ten or twelve rows up. Once I was up the steps, I made my way past Dave and Susie to take a seat between the girls. I kissed Hannah then turned to greet the others.

Before I could get a word out Susie punched me in the arm and said “Hey tiger!”

Just a little confused, I gave her a dumbstruck look in return. “Sunday!” she exclaimed, “you really had that one squealing!”

I looked back at Hannah in time to see her burying her face in her hands as she muttered “Oh my God!”

After a second, I weakly answered, “Yeah…I guess so!” Obviously she hadn’t known me for very long.

“Dude” Dave laughed, “You should see how red your face is!”

Hannah yelled back, “I love you too Dave!”

Thankfully Pineland broke off a long run which drew Dave and Susie’s attention back to the game, leaving Hannah and me to hold hands in relative peace, only interrupted when she joined them in cheering some event on the field.

Walnut Heights held a 12-8 halftime lead when Dave and I went to stand in line for hot dogs from the concession stand. As the Homecoming events took place out on the field, he asked me, “Some guys and their girlfriends are going out after the game – I think you know all of them from baseball – you two want to come along?”

“Where yunz goin?”

“Oh, probably just down to the strip mine for some beers, but it’s a chance to hang out.”

“Yeah, sure, I’m up for it, I’ll ask Hannah when we get back.”

An hour and a half later the four of us met up in the parking lot with three other couples, all Pineland graduates who had returned for homecoming. I did indeed know all the guys, although I had only met one of the girls.

Soon we had a caravan which headed a few miles out the state route, then turned into a dirt road which took us another half mile into the woods. I was just following along to the point where we all parked in a small clearing a few yards from a water filled pit. Hannah and I walked over to where the others were unloading a couple cases of beer from Bill’s trunk. I grabbed the bag of hot dogs and buns and we all settled around and old camp fire, which the collection of rusty cans in the surrounding grass made me think this site had seen regular use over a long period of time.

Apparently Vicky and Bill were back together, and J.P. and Shawn brought girls who were new to me. I thought both were O.K. looking but nothing great, however Vicky was just delicious and had been getting my dick twitching since the summer before.

I decided to keep my eyes and hands on Hannah instead of Vicky, as the ten of us spent an hour so swigging down some pretty horrendous Milwaukee’s Best while we roasted dogs and marshmallows on

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