1. PAUL LOVES ROSE--PART 1


    Date: 9/7/2016, Categories: Fiction, Masturbation, Romance, Teen, Author: senorlongo, Source: sexstories.com

    This story takes place in the 1960’s in rural Long Island, NY. It’s the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose. CHAPTER 1 It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I’d be late to the dance. There weren’t many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one—across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building. It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age—eighteen—but she’s really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she’s only a freshman. She’s not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more ...
    than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She’s better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her. I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun…sorry I’m late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C’mon, let’s dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I’d bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she’d say anything about the proximity of our bodies—she did. “Kind of close for cousins, Paul—wouldn’t you say?” “Yeah, but…we’re actually not quite cousins.” “What does that mean—not quite cousins?” “Essentially, we’re not cousins. We’re not related. Care to have me explain?” “Yes, I’m confused.” Confused was good. She hadn’t moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg. “Okay…let’s go back a few years. I’ve always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia’ and you’ve always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,’ okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl’ and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we’re related how come we’ve never seen each other at family gatherings? To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings--you know, like brothers or sisters-- but you’re never at any of our family functions and I’ve never been to any of yours. I asked my ...
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