[George VI]

A mild story with a mildly happy ending.

I have a cousin who is a year older than me. In our late teens we spent time together at family events and vacations, and there was some mildly physical flirting between us. She was an attractive tall slender blonde. Even though she was a nice, and smart, person, and undeniably attractive, for some reason supposedly nobody asked her out during her teen years, so I don’t think she had much male intimacy.

I managed to see her little titties on a few occasions; at least once in a bikini downblouse, once in a bra downblouse, and once when she undressed in a room that only had a sheer curtain over the window (I have previously posted this story-I'm confident she knew I was watching her). One of us would initiate some “incidental” or “accidental” touching or rubbing or pressing, but if I ever tried to take it further, she would back away. Due to her being “older”, and my cousin, and the fact that I was a lousy flirt, it never escalated into anything at all. I felt that she must’ve been aware of my attraction to her, I guessed that to at least some extent she enjoyed pressing her body against mine and showing off her body to me, but it was never spoken openly for the four or five or so years that this went on.

She married young, and out of our teen years we rarely saw each other; perhaps every few years at some family event. And we were never alone. Then once when we were in our forties I was at my aunt’s house for a family Christmas party. When it was time for my family to leave, and my wife and kids were already out in the car, my cousin met me alone in the foyer. She hugged me goodbye as is our custom. I quickly kissed her on the cheek. And then she turned her head and kissed me full on the lips, as is NOT our family custom. Not a real long make-out, but not a little peck either. Enough for me to have finally kissed the woman I fantasized about so much in my youth.

That was perhaps fifteen years ago, and in our rare encounters nothing has happened since.