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- Jun 15, 2012
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- Midwest
Amy was the fourth of July.
First, that was the holiday that his cousins came in.
It was confusing. Her mom and his Dad were cousins... once removed. His Dad had been the son of the first-born in a big family. Her mom was the last born, so their parents were only a year apart. Point being, they were related, but they weren't first cousins... but they'd always just been 'the cousins'.
Brad and Amy were born in just four days apart, and their mom's were best friends. They'd seen each other off and on over the years, but fourth of July had been the tradition. Amy's family always drove in. She'd been annoying, and he had too, when they were younger, but they were the closest in age so they learned to get along. The families rented cabins by Johnson's Lake and it was always amazing.
On the summer that they were fifteen, she had surprised him by asking for a kiss. She explained she'd never kissed a boy and she wanted to try. It had been... nice.
The next fourh of July, they had done more than kiss. They'd snuck off into the treehouse and had a serious makeout session. Ben had actually felt her breasts (over the shirt) and had gotten a serious case of blue balls.
She seemed to tease him that summer. She wore her two-piece bathing suit and filled it out amazingly with her petite, curvaceous figure. Her measurements might not have been 36, 24, 36... but if she was 5' 10", they would have been. Proportionally, she was amazing curvy and everyone noticed... especially Ben. With her red hair and amazing green eyes, combined with her body, she was amazing."
After that, she had become the subject of his fantasies. He had your typical raging hormones of a teenaged boy, perhaps in overdrive. He woke up each day jerking off, then in the shower, then at least once each night. Visions of Amy in the tree house and on the beach in her bikini fueled ever stroke session.
It was at just such a time that Amy's family arrived. He was lying in his bed and stroking himself slowly... moaning Amy's name every once in awhile. He heard his mother scream, 'Oh my god!' and then laughter outside.
Frustrated, he slipped on his shorts and looked out the window... he gasped. It was like his fantasy had just come to life. There was Amy, walking up the driveway, looking more beautiful than ever - if not a little sad. This made no sense. It was August Amy would be starting school any day.
He knew that her Dad had lost his job but he'd gotten a huge severance check. He could only figure that they were taking the time for a vacation while Uncle Harry had it off. Again, Amy's Dad wasn't really his uncle, but the title made the most sense.
He checked his hair in the mirror and dashed down the stairs, trying not to seem too excited to see her.
"Hi," he said, softly.
First, that was the holiday that his cousins came in.
It was confusing. Her mom and his Dad were cousins... once removed. His Dad had been the son of the first-born in a big family. Her mom was the last born, so their parents were only a year apart. Point being, they were related, but they weren't first cousins... but they'd always just been 'the cousins'.
Brad and Amy were born in just four days apart, and their mom's were best friends. They'd seen each other off and on over the years, but fourth of July had been the tradition. Amy's family always drove in. She'd been annoying, and he had too, when they were younger, but they were the closest in age so they learned to get along. The families rented cabins by Johnson's Lake and it was always amazing.
On the summer that they were fifteen, she had surprised him by asking for a kiss. She explained she'd never kissed a boy and she wanted to try. It had been... nice.
The next fourh of July, they had done more than kiss. They'd snuck off into the treehouse and had a serious makeout session. Ben had actually felt her breasts (over the shirt) and had gotten a serious case of blue balls.
She seemed to tease him that summer. She wore her two-piece bathing suit and filled it out amazingly with her petite, curvaceous figure. Her measurements might not have been 36, 24, 36... but if she was 5' 10", they would have been. Proportionally, she was amazing curvy and everyone noticed... especially Ben. With her red hair and amazing green eyes, combined with her body, she was amazing."
After that, she had become the subject of his fantasies. He had your typical raging hormones of a teenaged boy, perhaps in overdrive. He woke up each day jerking off, then in the shower, then at least once each night. Visions of Amy in the tree house and on the beach in her bikini fueled ever stroke session.
It was at just such a time that Amy's family arrived. He was lying in his bed and stroking himself slowly... moaning Amy's name every once in awhile. He heard his mother scream, 'Oh my god!' and then laughter outside.
Frustrated, he slipped on his shorts and looked out the window... he gasped. It was like his fantasy had just come to life. There was Amy, walking up the driveway, looking more beautiful than ever - if not a little sad. This made no sense. It was August Amy would be starting school any day.
He knew that her Dad had lost his job but he'd gotten a huge severance check. He could only figure that they were taking the time for a vacation while Uncle Harry had it off. Again, Amy's Dad wasn't really his uncle, but the title made the most sense.
He checked his hair in the mirror and dashed down the stairs, trying not to seem too excited to see her.
"Hi," he said, softly.