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Rafting. Self-importance. And most forbidden and powerful lust
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Rafting. Self-importance. And most forbidden and powerful lust I'm talking of course about my cousin, my first cousin. I didn't know I had a thing for her until this past summer. I've been away working in the UK for about three years. Prior to me leaving, my cousin at the time was still barely a tween. There was a big family gathering in the mountains over the summer. My family knows that I'm a recluse, and that big gatherings like that not only steer me away, but make me resentful of everyone there when I'm forced to come. Finally 2 weeks before labor day there was a campaign from 5 relatives to annoy the living shit out of me. I gave in to the peer pressure and consented to be there for the last two days of the event. I hate to say this, but compared to 80% of my family I am in essence, too cool for school. I don't intentionally hold this over their heads, but it's the only thing that brings me solace when I'm forced to come to these insipid family events. the day I got there there was a planned outing to go tubing or rafting or something to that effect. My mom among others labored me into going to the fucking water. So here I am, a 26 year old guy literally arms crossed pouting like a preadolescent little girl. With a clear look of unabashedly disdain on my face I put myself into the third-to-last inflatable thingy. I was joined by two cousins I hardly do one uncle and one other cousin that I recognized, however she looked much different then how I remembered. Her outfit was something that if any other girl were wearing, I would only think, bitches trying too hard. But my cousin pulled it off. Like something out of 1991 she hops into the raft wearing a swimsuit top, a one piece. And a pair of self cut jean shorts that revealed the most hypnotizing thighs I had ever laid eyes on. I did the raft. My only reasoning behind even completing that event what's the have something, some reason to strike up a conversation with my cousin. A conversation that began bland and awkward. Tongue tied as to what to say to my own cousin that day. Now, extends into the upper harmonics of danger, lust and corruption. When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, WHICH touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, -- and with a wolflike sharpness, -- His teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him. Soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body. |
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Now, extends into the upper harmonics of danger, lust and corruption Great line . . .
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