My cousin lived in another town not to far away, yet far enough away so that no one where I lived would find out. I could take a intercity bus and get...there in about ninety minutes, or get a ride and be there in thirty minutes. My cousin and I was very close, we spent some summers together as k**s and continue to keep in touch through our high school years. Even now we get together and have some fun. I didn't know how he would take my concept of fun but I was interested in finding out. I went. It felt incredibly good, but as soon as his hands started to wander on my body I kind of became "awake and alert". I drew back, excused myself and left. As fast as I could I left the theater. The cashier of the shop mustered me and smiled a bit, as he looked me in the eye. I think he must have seen panic and confusion. I got to my bike and drove home. At home I hid the clamps on top of my armoire. In the evening I fantasized about the day and thought about what had happened.My thoughts cirkled. At first it was the freedom to go further than I could walk without having to deal with Seattle’s bus system. Summers would see Dave and me, usually accompanied by the son of one of our parents’ friends, heading out from West Seattle, either down to Alki or across the drawbridge and into downtown. Sometimes we’d catch a ferry across Puget Sound to Bremerton or Bainbridge, watching for Killer Whales — no one we knew called them Orcas in the 60’s — and just generally enjoying being able to go. I nearly stopped my motion but decided it was now or never. I continued sliding up her thigh as I moved my hand lower to her inner thigh.Then I touched her pussy, the tip of my thumb contacted the hairy patch and then just the tip of it crazed across her pussy lips. It sent a shiver up my spine and my cock throbbed needing some attention. Charlotte moaned again and wiggled a bit as if she was trying to slide onto my thumb. I left my hand there for a second and then bent my thumb and pushed.