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I don’t ever remember a time in which my cousin Megan wasn’t a very special part of my life. Though she was seven years older than me and we lived about 300 miles apart, we were always very close.

Each of us was an only child and our families visited each other a few times a year. Often when her parents and mine were hanging out together, Megan and I hung out together by ourselves. And from the time Megan was 10 and I was three, she would be my sitter wherever her parents and mine went out together. I thought of her as a combination of my second mom, the sister I never had, and my best friend. As long as I can remember, each of us has always addressed the other by the same name – Buddy.

We were both shy and had only a few friends at school, but always felt completely comfortable opening up and talking to each other about everything. And because of our age difference, she taught me a lot.

When her family visited mine during Summer vacation when I was between first and second grade, my parents got a sitter for both Megan and me, never leaving the two of us alone together. I greatly missed the one on one interaction with her.

Right after Megan and her parents left, I asked my parents why they wouldn’t let Megan be my sitter this time. They said they didn’t want to tell me, but since I asked, they would. They explained that three months earlier, Megan and been caught with marijuana in her locker. As a result, she was arrested and expelled from school. Shortly afterward, her parents enrolled her at a Catholic school in the hope that she wouldn’t have anymore bad influences.

My parents said that since Megan has done drugs, they don’t trust her to be alone with me. I had been so successfully conditioned to believe that all drugs were terrible, I was disappointed in Megan. But I still loved her and desired closeness with her as much as ever. Similarly, she had been obese as long as I’d known her, yet that didn’t change my feelings about her either.

The next few years, she and I still weren’t allowed to be alone together, but my relationship with her deepened, especially when I got an e-mail address and my own phone and we started corresponding almost every day.

An exciting new dimension of our relationship formed when my family visited hers during my Summer vacation between sixth and seventh grade. I was 12 and Megan was 19. When my parents and I got there at about 10:00 PM, Megan’s parents told me that she was at her job. She had just finished her first year of college and was working as a waitress. Shortly after arriving, I put on my pajamas, lay down on a couch in the living room, and fell asleep almost immediately. I looked forward to seeing my cousin the next day.

About 2 AM, I woke up thirsty and walked out toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. The house was completely quiet, but when I waked past the back door, I heard a slight gust of wind. I walked over to the door and was concerned to find it slightly open. I hoped that no one had broken into the house.

I peaked through the curtain and much to my pleasant surprise, I saw Megan standing on the back porch. She was wearing only a long T shirt and her back was to the door. By that time, she had reached her full adult height of 5’3″ and was 230 lbs. with curly shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a pale complexion, and 40 DDs. Her fat was very evenly proportioned throughout her body.

Upon my opening the door in excitement, Megan instantly jumped in fear and did a 180 in the air. When her bare soles returned to the concrete, she was facing me and her right arm was behind her back, giving me the impression that she was hiding something.

Upon seeing that it was me, her face lit up. “Hey!” she said ecstatically. With wide grins, we walked quickly toward each other and had a long, tight hug.

“Hi, Buddy!” she said.

“Good to see you!” I responded.

“Good to see you, too!” Megan then gave me a very tight squeeze, let go, and continued talking. “But hey, it’s late! You better go back to bed! We’ll have lots of time to hang out tomorrow!”

I almost immediately figured out why she was trying to get me to go back in the house. She looked extremely euphoric, like I’d never seen her before, and I saw smoke rising from behind her back. And within a few seconds, i smelled something very different than cigarette smoke. I figured that it was probably marijuana, especially knowing that she’d smoked it before.

Wanting to know for sure, but not wanting her to be afraid that I’d be upset with her or tell her parents, I spoke to her in a lighthearted, non-threatening manner. “What are you holding behind your back?!” I asked. She grinned, blushed, and stared down at the porch. After a few seconds, I spoke assuringly. “It’s okay, Buddy; I won’t tell on you! I know you smoke marijuana!”

“How do you know that?!”

“My parents told me about the time you got arrested and expelled for it!”

“Oh yeah?!”

“Yeah!”

“What do you fake angels porno think of that?! Do you think I’m a bad girl because I like to get massively fucked up on weed?!”

“No, you’re a good girl and you’re my best friend!”

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” she said as we hugged again with her initiating it.

“So are you!” I responded.

Megan then let go of me and showed me that she was indeed holding a joint. “Have you ever done weed before?!” she asked.

“No!”

“How come?!”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?!”

“I guess getting caught and harming myself.”

“Hey, you’re not going to harm yourself! Don’t believe what your parents and teachers say about weed! That’s all a bunch of fucking bull shit to scare you! I’ve been doing weed for seven years, since I was your age, and I’m doing better than ever!”

“Well what about getting caught?!”

“I’ve only been caught once in seven years and that’s because I was really fucking stupid, bringing it to school! I know how to avoid getting caught now! My parents think I’ve only done it once!”

“How many times have you done it?!”

“Almost every day for the last seven years. I guess that’s about 2,000 times!” She then held the joint a few inches in front of my face and gave me an enthusiastic offer. “Come on, try it!” she said.

“I don’t know!” I said shyly, while staring down at the porch and being afraid to do it.

“Come on, it’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before!” After pausing for a few seconds, she added “Come on, you know I wouldn’t let you do anything that would hurt you.” She then paused for a few more seconds and said “Look at me! Do I look like I feel good?!”

“Yes!”

“We’ll wouldn’t you like to feel that good, too?!”

That line got me interested in trying. “Maybe!” I told her.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do!” she said. “I’m going to teach you how to do this, you’re going to smoke this joint to my instructions, and if you don’t like it, no problem, you don’t have to do it again!”

I was still very nervous about it, but I wanted to experience the euphoria that she felt, and furthermore I wanted to impress her, as she was the person who I looked up to the most. So after a few more seconds, I said “Okay!” softly and reluctantly.

Grinning even more now, Megan lightly placed the joint between my lips and then gave me step by step instructions. “Okay, now very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop.”

I did and instantly started coughing hard. Megan immediately smiled and hugged me, which I reciprocated. She then spoke very assuringly. “It’s okay, honey. That happens to everybody their first time!” After a few more seconds, during which time I caught my breath, she let go of me, took a couple of steps back, and continued her instructions.

“Okay, we’re going to try again. Very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop.” I did so again and this time coughed only mildly. After about 10 seconds, she said “Okay, stop and hold it.” I did so and almost immediately felt what I later realized was the THC going to work on my brain. Euphoria filled my body and my senses became enhanced, bringing a huge grin to my face.

After holding it for about five seconds, Megan took the joint from my lips and instructed me “Okay, now very slowly exhale,” which I did. From there, she and I went back and forth with the joint until it was done.

From that night on, I was a huge weed fanatic and Megan and I were weed buddies. Almost every night when we were together, we sneaked outside in the middle of the night and got fucked up. And at the end of each of our visits to the other, she gave me a few joints so I wouldn’t have to wait until the next time I saw her to get fucked up again. And to top it off, she gave me a lot of great tips on hiding the weed and not getting caught.

Almost two years after I started doing weed, I went through puberty and discovered my other obsession. In March and April of my eighth grade year, as temperatures became warm, many girls started wearing flip flops again. I had noticed that pattern for several years, but this time it had a dramatic affect on me – especially when a girl slipped off her flip flops and I saw her soles. I became massively turned on at the sight of female soles and spent much of my class time staring at them, without ever getting tired of it.

I didn’t understand why I was attracted mostly to female soles rather than female private areas, and I was initially uncomfortable about it, but I didn’t let that stop me from staring at them every chance I got.

And a few weeks after my fetish began, I wondered if I’d get to see Megan’s soles when I visited her during Summer vacation. When I’d been around her before, she’d almost always been barefooted or wearing flip flops unless she was outside in very cold weather. And even then, she wore flip flops more often than not. I felt dirty and perverted for fake cop porno wanting to see my cousin’s soles, but nevertheless thought about it constantly for the next several weeks until I saw her again.

Finally, in late June, I visited Megan again. When my parents and I arrived, it was about 11:00 PM and she was in bed asleep. I lay down on the couch within a few minutes and pretended to quickly fall asleep. It had been three months since I smoked the last of the joints that Megan had given me the last time I saw her, which had been in February. I didn’t want to wait another day. I was determined to get fucked up on this night, and for my weed buddy to join me.

After about an hour, Megan’s parents seemed to be settled in their room and my parents in the guest room. So I made my move. I quietly entered Megan’s room, closed the door, and turned on the light. She was lying in bed on her left side, facing me, with a blanket almost up to her shoulders.

I stood right next to her bed and admired her natural beauty. Though I’d desired to see her soles for several weeks, I now had romantic thoughts about my cousin for the first time. I so much wanted to join her in bed and cuddle with her all night. And I wanted to have sex with her. But I felt almost certain that those things would never happen. I thought seriously about touching her in some way, or at least pulling up her blanket to see her soles, but I was afraid that she’d wake up and that it would very badly hurt our closeness if she knew about my romantic and sexual desires for her.

After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to wake her up. “Buddy?” I whispered. She immediately opened her eyes. Upon seeing me, she grinned and got out of bed, groggily but quickly.

“Hey there!” she whispered as we wrapped our arms around each other. She was wearing nothing but a long T shirt that went down almost to her knees. I caught only a quick glimpse of her feet as she got out of bed, but I was noticing many beautiful features about her that I never noticed before. After all, this was the first time I’d seen her since I began puberty. And for the first time, sharing a hug with her and feeling her huge rack pressed against me got me hard. It was also the first time that I noticed being taller than Megan.

As she let go of me, she grinned and whispered “Well, I guess you waking me up in the middle of the night means that you want us to go outside and get fucked up out of our fucking minds!”

“Oh, fuck yes, you know me so well!” I responded.

“Okay, I’ll get the weed!” she said as she playfully pinched my left cheek. At that, she walked over to her closet and I looked closely at her feet for the first time. They were short and wide with stubby toes, each of which had a ring of fat around it. They were great and got me hard, but I much prefer the bottom of the foot to the top. She was wearing bright red nail polish on both her fingers and toes.

And when she opened her closet door, I was in for a great surprise. On the floor inside were about 25 pairs of flip flops and only one pair each of running shoes, boots, and work shoes. Ever since my fetish began, flip flops had greatly turned me on, just as many guys get turned on by female underpants. I’d rarely ever seen Megan wear any shoes other than flip flops, and because of my new interest in female soles and flip flops, I decided to mention her shoe choices. I wanted to gain some insight about her flip flop fixation and ask in a way that wouldn’t imply my fetish.

“Do you have enough flip flops?!” I asked.

“Yeah!” she said as she turned to me. “That’s about all I ever wear on my feet, so I buy them in a bunch of different colors, so I’ll have a pair to go with whatever I’m wearing on the best of my body!”

“Why do you like flip flops so much?!”

“They’re comfortable as fuck! I hate the feeling of my feet being closed in! If it never got cold, I’d either go barefoot or wear flip flops all the time!”

“Sometimes you wear flip flops even when it’s cold!”

“Yeah, as long as there isn’t snow on the ground and I’m not in danger of frostbite! Sometimes during the Winter I’ll be walking outside with flip flops when it’s 25 fucking degrees and people stare at me like I’m crazy, but honestly, my feet don’t get cold very easily! I guess because I’m so fat!”

“I’m glad you like them so much!

Then I was in for one of the greatest rushes of excitement that I’ve ever experienced. She suddenly dropped to her knees, giving me a full view of her soles. And they were absolutely amazing; two of the best I’d ever seen, highlighted by what looked like a round puff inside the bottom of every toe. My hard on intensified and my cock started throbbing. I later looked inside her running shoes and found that she wears size 6.

Megan was opening a small safe on the floor in her closet. I quickly grabbed my phone out of the pocket of the sweatpants I was wearing and snapped pictures of her soles as quickly fake hospital porno as I could, continually standing and leaning slightly closer, in the hope of getting as close as possible without her noticing.

And thankfully, she fucked up the combination a couple of times, giving me even more time. And she didn’t seem suspicious of me at all, apparently thinking that I was watching her try to open the safe.

Finally, after about two minutes, she got the safe open. By that time, I was kneeling behind her and photographing her soles from just a few inches away. She then leaned forward slightly to reach into the safe, then returned to her upright position a few seconds later, scrunching her toes in the process. The scrunch drove me over the edge.

I suddenly felt an amazing euphoric sensation, completely unlike any I’d ever experienced. Powerful chills went racing through my whole body and I felt like something was building up in my cock and was about to explode. I wanted so much to cry out in pleasure, but I forced myself to remain silent. After a few seconds, I ejaculated for the first time, saturating much of my sweatpants with my first load of come.

It lasted about 45 seconds and ended at about the time that Megan closed the safe and stood up, holding a joint and a lighter.

We walked through the back door to the side of the house with no windows, which is where we usually got fucked up when we were together, whether at my house or hers. Unless we were the only two people home, we no longer got fucked up in the backyard. We were concerned about being easily seen there if one of our parents opened the back door.

I’d always loved the sensory enhancement that weed gave me, but when we smoked this time, the weed made me horny and obsess even more in thinking about Megan’s soles. I decided right there and then that when I had sex, I wanted to be fucked up on weed. And at the same time, I decided that I was deeply in love with Megan and that she was the woman of my dreams.

Over the next four years, I masturbated literally thousands of times while looking at pictures of Megan’s soles. And often my fantasies involved her dominating me, I guess because I’d always looked up to her so much. Furthermore, every time I visited her, I secretly took a pair of her flip flops home with me and often used them to masturbate. The next time I visited, I secretly put the pair I borrowed back in her closet and then took another pair home with me.

I also never had a girlfriend or even tried to get one, because I was so much crazier about Megan than anyone else. I knew that many people would disapprove of me having such feelings for my cousin, but I didn’t care. I knew that if I repressed those feelings, I’d be the one losing out.

And every time one of us visited the other, I managed to take more pictures of her soles. Sometimes dozens or hundreds at a time, when I was lucky enough to catch her asleep with her soles uncovered, or we got fucked up and she passed out before I did.

And late most nights if I didn’t have school the next day, I sneaked outside to the side of the house and jacked off to pictures of Megan’s soles. I held my fuckstick in my left hand, and my phone and a joint in my right hand, and shot hundreds of loads into the lawn.

Near the end of my ninth grade year, however, I was devastated to learn that Megan had been arrested for dealing marijuana and would probably be going to jail for a long time.

I had known since she was 18 that she was dating a guy, but I never met him and she told me little about him. I never asked, because I was so in love with her, I didn’t want to think about her being with another man. When she did talk about him, she never sounded happy with him or in love with him, and I was glad, even though I was almost 100% sure that I’d never have a romantic or sexual relationship with her.

She had moved in with him three months prior to her arrest, much to the disapproval of her parents, who disliked and were suspicious of the guy. It turned out that he had been a heavy dealer for a long time, and got Megan to work with him.

She pled guilty and received a five year sentence. With good behavior, she could be paroled in half that time. She and I wrote at least two letters to each other a week. I wanted to visit her, but the prison was 500 miles away and my parents weren’t willing to drive me. Through her letters, she often seemed very depressed and said that my correspondence was the only joy of her life.

Because I was unable to see her soles in person, I relied on her pictures even more. And since many of her items were still in her room at her parents’ house, when I was there, I often took home four or five different pairs of her flip flops. I even took a few pairs of her underpants each time and often wore them, which made me feel even closer to her. And when I visited her parents, I slept in Megan’s bed instead of the couch. That made me feel even closer to her, especially since the first few times I did, I smelled her perfume. I don’t know what kind it was, but she’d been wearing it for as long ad I could remember.

I also found a local source for weed, and was relieved that I didn’t have to wait until Megan was out of prison to get fucked up again.

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