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Cousin Takes the Lead (just over the age of consen

Quick background before we get to the story about my large breasted cousin who seems to have thought about sex all day. I lived in a large city but most of my relatives had left for suburbs, as this was the 1950s and cities were tough. I lived in a peaceful neighborhood of small homes, but it wasn't a place my relative liked to visit. It was declasse. My father's b*****r in law was a pretentious lawyer. He bought a small farm in a suburb near the Hudson River. Everyone thought he was nuts. He had two daughters. One was younger than I and a frail, unattractive girl with a flat chest. The other was about a year older than I. She had developed early. Even in 1950s teenage clothing, she stood out. Above the poodle skirt, she would wear tight, pink, angora sweaters. Who knows what her bra size was, but that bra had work to do. I was a skinny, inexperienced high school k**. I had done little with girls, except for the Saturday night parties that were held in what were called 'finished basements.' Think about a room down steep stairs. There would be colored lights, a soda bar without liquor but lots of chips and pretzels, a small machine playing 45 RPM recordings of what was known as make out music. You middle aged or older people out there can remember Mr. Cl**k and his show, featuring young men and women who probably went to high school for an hour or two, from S Philadelphia dancing to top 40 tunes. Well, not really dancing, but just rubbing themselves against one another where ...

... these rather mature teen women would have the beautiful breasts just up against their greasy-haired partners. I now wonder whether those young men wore condoms on their cocks to catch the semen, because these beautiful women just seemed to be humping them as the ABC cameras rolled. These parties I attended were like that. The women at the parties I attended weren't as aggressive as the South Phillie girls on TV, but in any event, I didn't get happy endings dancing with them. Obviously, I did have nocturnal events. You know. I seemed to recall that my suburban cousin's image was associated with these dreams. One day in a spring, my cousin called me up. She had a problem. She was interested in an older man, way out of high school. She couldn't invite him to her spring dance, so would I come up and pretend to be an out of town guy who she had met in the city visiting...me. Fortunately, it wasn't a formal prom, because at that point I had no formal wear and just a couple of suits. I took the train up. We went to the dance and may have fooled the other people that we were a couple. But, I doubt it, as my cousin Janice was a grade ahead of me and I was a bit nerdy. Nothing happened. So what is the point here. Sports fans, we did not dance the humping dance and I did not shoot a load of hot starch into my tidy whities. On the other hand, Janice seemed to press herself into me as the evening progressed. Her nipples hardened as we moved around to really silly 50s pop tunes. "As the ...