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From: brnnarg@aol.com (Brn n Arg)
Subject: Babysitting My Cousin
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I wanted to be anywhere but there.  I was twenty-eight years old -- too old to
baby-sit.  But my aunt and uncle were in Greece and there was no one else they
could really trust to watch over their house or their fifteen year old
daughter.
What can I say about my cousin Janice.  She was a sweet little girl.  Very
pretty and very athletic, very into music.  I liked being with her, but she was
just a kid.  I had better things to do, but I had promised my parents I’d help
out.  So I had to spend a month in New Jersey -- an overgrown baby sitter.
The first night there I sat in the living room listening to some Pink Floyd on
the stereo, moping, feeling sorry for myself.  Janice came in and sat by me. 
She noticed my foul mood and asked me what was wrong.  I was honest with her, I
told her I wanted to go out and have some fun.  I wanted to enjoy my youth
while I still had it.  Janice was a good listener.  
She looked at me with her innocent brown eyes.  She started telling me jokes to
make me smile.  It sort of worked.  I always liked her.  She was a very
intelligent little girl and I did like her company.  I smiled, in spite of
myself.  
She started tickling me, trying to make me laugh.  I fell on the couch I was
sitting on, trying not to giggle.  I was always helpless when it came to
tickling.  Janice kept at it, tickling me mercilessly.  She was on top of me,
tickling me everywhere, so I finally just grabbed her her arms and stared into
her face.  Having a pretty teenager on top of me was sort of a turn-on, even if
she was my cousin.  I had a slight hard-on, and I just looked into her big
eyes.  She tried to wiggle away but I wouldn’t let go.  She wanted to play, I
thought, then I’ll play. I started tickling her back.  
Janice started laughing out of control.  I kept tickling.  Seeing her thrash
about on top of my was sort of making me horny.  I tried to deny it, but it was
no use.  Feeling Janice’s hot young body against mine made me realize how long
it had been since I’d been with a woman.  I stopped tickling and started
carressing.  
Janice was still laughing.  I rubbed her back and shoulders, holding her tight.
 I kept loking into her gorgeous eyes.  Her long light brown hair fell on me,
and I gently touched her soft cheek.  She was breathing heavy from the
tickling, and her face was a little flushed.  I pulled her to me and kissed her
moist lips.  
She looked at me, a little stunned, but she didn’t seem to mind.  I waited for
her to react, but she kept smiling and then cuddled up to me a little tighter.
I wasn’t sure what would happen next.  All I knew was that I didn’t want to 
keep holding her.


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