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The year I spent with my cousins
This is a story of my mid teens when I lived for a year with my cousins. My parents had accepted a posting in Africa for that year, and I was sent to my aunt's house and her four boys for that year. I did get the lecture of taking care of myself and being a help to my aunt, she had four boys and girl helping would be appreciated. Don't be a burden were the last words when my mother walked to the airplane.
We went to church on Sundays. For church the boys wore nice clothes and I wore a dress. In those days skirts were half way up the thigh and I wasn't any different than the girls at church, showing a lot of leg, especially when crossing my legs. Lot's of boys got their first panty flash there. I wore strictly white ** for that.
We got home and my uncle and aunt had a lunch back at church so they left us to fend for ourselves, meaning I had to fix lunch for everyone. My cousin, he was one year younger, was on the floor reading when I walked over with his sandwich on a plate. It was so obvious, the minute he put his book down his eyes went right up my skirt, straight to my **. I stood there, not moving, and then as if guided by a silent hand I stepped over his face and squatted and put the plate on his chest. That moment was the most exotic moment of my life, intentionally showing him my **, my inner thighs, and I suppose he could make out my **. I wanted to fall on my knees and smother him, but I didn't.
I don't know where that feeling came from. Later in the bathroom I sat on the toilet and he showed me his ** and I kissed it and held it and played with it till it got hard and sucked his ** for him. I didn't know how to make him **, but he did and we laughed. Then we traded places and I let him look and touch me, and stick his ** in my **. I tried standing so he could stick it in, we hadn't yet learned to bend over and he could stick in in from behind. But he rubbed my ** with his **, up and down and rubbed against my ** and that felt good. But we did not manage full penetration.
He wanted more, a lot more, and he would jump on my back and hold me down on my bed and hump me till his pants were wet with his **. He wanted ** so I played with his ** and sucked him, but avoided penetration. I was keenly aware of getting pregnant and I was fifteen. The most I let him was rub my ** and my **, but not stick it in. But I wanted him to, believe me, I was so ready for him but I was more scared of getting pregnant.
My cousin and I are more than good friends. We have family reunions together, sometimes if we are alone we talk about those days when we were kids. But we are both married and my husband has all the rights to my ** and I'm sure his wife insists that his ** is only for her.
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