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My second cousin!
We had a tradition of getting together with my Dad's family the weekend before Christmas as they all lived in another city.
My cousin had a daughter Vanessa who was about 10 years younger than me. One Christmas when I was 23 and she was 13 we were play wrestling, which we had done before when I visited.
I would often tickle her and make her "hit herself". This time the play got a little more rambunctious. She was dressed in sweat pants and began to grind herself on one of the legs of my bluejeans.
She looked me in the eyes with a "fuck me" look, but I did not want to try to stop her, and run the risk of drawing attention to what she was doing.
I held her wrists as she kept grinding her crotch on the leg of my jeans. She began to breath heavily and one thing led to another.
She eventually soaked herself and I could see the wet spot in her sweat pants as she ran off to change.
She came back wearing a dress "for dinner". I avoided her the for rest of the night.
I stopped going to our family Christmases for quite a few years after that, since I didn't think I could risk temptation and avoid a repeat of what happened with Vanessa that one time.
As it turns out Vanessa was very promiscuous, got pregnant at a young age, and ended up being married by 16 (with her parents' permission).
I still fantasize about that one time she grinded on me, and still get turned on by seeing girls dressed in yoga and sweat pants.
We had a tradition of getting together with my Dad's family the weekend before Christmas as they all lived in another city.
My cousin had a daughter Vanessa who was about 10 years younger than me. One Christmas when I was 23 and she was 13 we were play wrestling, which we had done before when I visited.
I would often tickle her and make her "hit herself". This time the play got a little more rambunctious. She was dressed in sweat pants and began to grind herself on one of the legs of my bluejeans.
She looked me in the eyes with a "fuck me" look, but I did not want to try to stop her, and run the risk of drawing attention to what she was doing.
I held her wrists as she kept grinding her crotch on the leg of my jeans. She began to breath heavily and one thing led to another.
She eventually soaked herself and I could see the wet spot in her sweat pants as she ran off to change.
She came back wearing a dress "for dinner". I avoided her the for rest of the night.
I stopped going to our family Christmases for quite a few years after that, since I didn't think I could risk temptation and avoid a repeat of what happened with Vanessa that one time.
As it turns out Vanessa was very promiscuous, got pregnant at a young age, and ended up being married by 16 (with her parents' permission).
I still fantasize about that one time she grinded on me, and still get turned on by seeing girls dressed in yoga and sweat pants.
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