..It was sunday afternoon my nan had picked us up from the airport and we were just arriving at her house. The whole way there i was wondering if my c...usin would be there to greet us. As we pulled up i saw a couple of faces in my nans living room, i thought to myself (it must be her). As we pulled into the driveway my little cousin came running out, and then slowly walking behind was my beautiful delicous ssmantha :brown eyes with dark tanned skin she was wearing tight jeans with a nike. It may get a bit more of a problem if the MCP stuff comes in.”“MCP?“Shhhh – I’m not supposed to say anything about it. Just a New Order thing. Don’t worry about it. Come over here and give me a frigging, I’m still feeling the need.” I did what I could and she seemed to get off again. The trouble was my cock was still as stiff as anything and aching too. She didn’t seem very interested.Afterwards I was thinking about “MCP”. The only MCP I knew of was the old 1970’s term : Male Chauvinist Pig”,. Thats when I figured out that the right clothes really do make a difference.Now that I was dressed for the world, I started to think about all the places I would love to travel to. Up till that point my furthest trip from New York had been a visit of Washington D.C.I thought to myself. "My God, I'm getting old. I'm now a High School graduate and I haven't even left the Country yet."Anyway, I started doing the math. I figured on the salary I was making I could afford to go to places like the. Now, I know many people will think, well, big deal, a little french kiss. Well, I was laying over the top of a naked girl. Don't forget that.So, a few more kisses and I sat back up some, Paula looked down and said, "Oh, Marty, look at you."Hard-on. Yes, that's what it was. A regular erection that any fourteen-year old boy gets every minute or so."Oh, sorry, Paula." Mmm, well, that's okay. It's cute." Well, I didn't mean to." Is it hard? Can I feel it?"Okay, I'm a teenage boy. What do you think.