She took the hairbrush and without a warning she began to spank me with it. After a few strokes I began to cry and be for mercy. This really had the t...tal opposite effect of what I’d hoped for, as it just encouraged her to hit even harder and faster. When she at long last stopped hitting me I was dissolved in tears. She didn’t even give me the time to recuperate, but continued right away with the ping-pong bat. Just as before she began to hit harder as soon as I began to cry. I don’t know how. The figure took a seat in his arm chair that was a few feet away. "That's a nice view you got there." She said in and easy, soft knowing tone. He stared long and hard at her, without speaking he put his hammer and screw driver down. She started to speak. "You know; you do not have to open every package that is dropped off on your door step." Her voice had a matriarchal tone that he remembered from his childhood. She was the kind of lady that would allow you to make your mistakes but she would. My prayer, if that’s what it was, was a leftover from many years ago. trying to please my thankfully now ex in-laws. My, these boobs sure did feel good.Brain mostly functioning, I asked Chrissy to use the water pitcher in the kitchen to make lemonade. “No ice. Just stir two scoops of powder and when stirred, fill with cold water from the refrigerator cold water tap.” While she was busy I asked Beth to dangle these lovelies over my face. I was in heaven.Chrissy returned with the pitcher and. Now this particular cousin I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember but being four years younger he never looked at me that way which is understandable. But now in my young twenties and he in his mid I figured if nothing else now he’d stop calling me little Cuz. It’s been about five years since we were in the same room as each other but photos back and forth between our moms proved to me my attachment is still there. As for him I’m sure he still thinks of me as that bratty teenager..