This continues the true story of my encounters with Gina, and tells (partially) of my first encounter with my cousin Helen. Any and all sexual activity is between consenting adults.
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"Well, her name is Helen," I began, closing my eyes briefly as I remembered my cousin. "She is my cousin on my mother's side. She is just eight months older than me, and when we were little, we were really close. But, when we were seven, her family moved to Canada, and we went a several years without seeing each other. My mother and my uncle had had a fight, about what I don't know. Anyway, they went a long time without talking. Then, one day, my mom decided that we were all going to go visit her brother and his family in Calgary, Alberta. We were going to go on a ski trip, to try and reconnect the families over an activity we all enjoyed."
"I was really excited at the thought of seeing Helen and my uncle again. And about going to Canada. I had gone to Mexico many times to visit my dad's family, but this would be my first trip to Canada. I had read lots about the great skiing in Alberta, particularly in Banff. It was going to be a great trip."
I paused in my story, realizing I had stopped moving my fingers in Gina's pussy, and she smiled,
"It´s ok, Israel, I want to hear the story. Please, continue." She took my hand from her pussy, and held it, interlacing her fingers with mine.
"I was fourteen when the date for our trip finally came. I was tall, an even six feet, and skinny, really skinny. Puberty had been kind, though, and I did not have much acne. In junior high, most of the girls thought I was cute, and I didn't have trouble finding girlfriends. I played basketball, volleyball, and soccer. So I was always around the cheerleaders, and most of my girlfriends came from our school's cheerleading squad."
"But, in spite of being already successful with the girls at school, I was nervous about seeing Helen again. But that all disappeared when our plane landed in Calgary. We cleared customs, and had collected our bags. As we wandered out to the meeting area, I heard someone yell my name, and turning, I saw Helen, running toward me. She was a vision. So beautiful. Blonde permed hair, blue eyes, and a bright smile. She looked like a Barbie Doll. She ran to me, my uncle and aunt not far behind, and she threw herself at me, giving me a tight hug and a big kiss on the cheek. And then she went to my mom, dad, and sister, giving each of them an affectionate hug. Then she returned to me, and held my hand. Clearly, those seven years apart had not lessened the affection between us."
"The week of the ski trip flew by. Everybody got along so well. Near the end of the trip, we celebrated Helen's fifteenth birthday. And then, two days later, we were on our way back to the airport, to return to Arizona. At the airport, Helen cried as she said goodbye, and, in spite of our families being there, whispered in my ear that she loved me, and that she would miss me. Then she quickly kissed me on the lips, turned, and joined her family."
