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I’d heard the phrase “kissing cousins,” all my life. My family is super close, and I have a ton of relatives that I greet with a kiss; however, this Thanksgiving, my cousin Caleb gave it a whole new meaning.
Caleb is my Mom’s step-cousin’s son, so like my second cousin or something? Hopefully, he’s like basically not related at all because I’m pretty sure what we did in the barn on Thursday was a moral sin!
Kissing Cousins
He lives with his mom in Florida, and I only see him once a year. This year did that boy good cus he was looking fine as hell and all grown up when they showed up for the family gathering. When he greeted me, he hugged me tight, and I felt his breath on my neck. I’ll be honest, it made my panties damp, and I tried not to let on, but for the rest of the day, he was giving me those eyes!
You know the ones. The look that says someone wants to just crawl up inside of you! Well, dinner was gonna take another hour or so before it was ready to serve, so Caleb asked if I’d show him around the farm. I didn’t think nothing of it; I mean, he’s my cousin!
When we got to the barn, he pushed me up against a stall and kissed me! Not just a hello peck, either! His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I let him. He tasted like sweets and cookies! I closed my eyes and just followed his lead. His hands moved all over my body, and I liked it! I wanted so much more, so I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back just as hard. I felt him getting stiff as we sulked down into the hay, and he shifted on top of me. Things we’re getting REAL hot and heavy! Then we heard the dinner bell, and Caleb jumped up. He cussed and kicked the ground. “Go on; I need to calm down before going in. Don’t let on!” I waited, looking at how handsome he was for a moment till he shooed me again. “Get before they come looking for us!”
Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443