I grew up in a small western town right at the base of the Rocky Mountains. It was a neat place to grow up. The major problem for me as a teenager was that most of the eligible girls were related to me. Six of them were my Sisters, three older than me and three younger, including two sets of twins plus my two brothers. My parent’s brothers and sisters also believe in large families as I had 39 cousins who were teenagers and 28 of them were girls. This didn’t even count the younger kids that brought the total to51.
It seemed everywhere I looked there was a cousin. And, of course, I was competing with both of my brothers and my11 male cousins for the girls who weren’t related to us. The pool of eligible girls was limited so none of us worried about what a girl looked liker what side of the tracks she came from. As I was in the younger half of the guys I had a particularly hard time scoring with the girls.
But, as hard as it was for me and the guys it was even worse for the girls as they were literally about half of each class in our small school. Many of them waited until they went off to college to date. I always flirted with the girl cousins but it wasn’t until I was 19 working in my father’s store that I found out what can happen when flirting goes too far.
The store itself was a old fashioned corner drug store called Foss’s. There was the pharmacy counter, magazine rack, gift and candy aisles, and a soda fountain. I was the soda jerk and was pretty good at it flipping burgers and making malts. Some of the teenagers would come there to meet up and especially to flirt. On a slow day I could do my job and find the time to participate in the flirting.
Everyone in town knew that the cousins flirted with each other but felt there was no harm in it as no one had crossed the taboo line. Each cousin had managed to find someone either in town or elsewhere to settle down with avoiding the family connection, assuring that the next generation would not have quite the same problem as we were having. It was on one of those slow days that Ellie came in and she gave me a wink and a sexy smile, the game was on.
Now, Ellie was one of the sexiest cousins and was my age. She had been spending the summer working at her family’s filling station. I don’t know if it was her idea but her uniform seemed to be a halter top and hot pants. As this was the early 70’s that outfit wasn’t very unusual. She stood at least 5’6” and weighed maybe 160 and boy did she carry it well. Her ass was very large and boobs were at least DD cups. She had auburn red hair and bright green eyes, but her best feature was her tanned thighs; they were meaty without being fat or flabby.
I fantasize about having my face between them while eating her pussy and as she got more excited she would clamp them around my head. So winking back at her I asked her what she wanted. In her sexiest whisper she answered, “A coke and a long firm HOT dog.”
A tent instantly formed in my pants. I innocently asked her, “What size of Hot Dog do you want, Ellie.”
Running her finger across the bulge in my pants she cooed, “Oh, one about this big.”
She smiled real big as I turned to get her order. This was new ground as all of our flirting had been body language and verbal before this. My cock was now so hard it was uncomfortable so while I was behind the counter I quickly adjusted it. As I walked back to her table I noticed she was sitting beside the table caressing her sexy thighs. Noticing my wide open mouth and the fact that I was nearly panting she licked her lips. I don’t know how I ever made it back to her table with her food but I did. Since there was no one else in the place she asked if I wanted to sit with her.
She made the eating of her Hot Dog and French Fries an erotic experience. I had to test how far the flirting could go before we backed off. I let my sandals fall to the floor. At first, I just let my foot graze her ankle. She made no move to pull away. She was still smiling and looking into my eyes.
Before I knew it we were playing full fledged footsie. Our feet were entangled with one another as we continued our dangerous game. Gradually our feet found their way up each other’s calves. Her skin felt so smooth and soft to my touch. Suddenly, I looked down and her foot was resting on my lower thigh. I couldn’t believe it and I couldn’t believe how gorgeous a foot could be. Before the moment was gone forever I had to, at least, reach out and grab her thigh. I did just that gently laying my palm in the middle of her thigh and began rubbing it. She said nothing but just licked her lips again and continued to smile sweetly at me. Just then, we both heard the worst noise in the world.
