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My cousin Rose is not biologically related. Rose’s mom was single and pregnant when my Uncle Dan met and later married her. He adopted Rose as his own child.
I am 6 months older than Rose. While we were growing up, we lived in the same town. We often played together. My mom has a picture of us at age 2 taking a bath together in the kitchen sink.
When we were in elementary school, I would trick Rose into letting me see her panties. At the time, I did not know why, but I knew it was exciting.
In junior high school we played doctor and spin the bottle. We taught each other how to kiss.
In high school we came close to going all the way several times, but we always stopped shy of penetration.
After high school, I joined the military and moved away for 28 years. We both got married and had children by the time I moved back home. Both families’ kids are now in college and live away from home.
My wife, Anne, and I had dinner with Rose and her husband, Chris, on several occasions.
This is where the story really begins. Rose would wear revealing dresses tempting me to ogle her cleavage or steal peaks at her panties. Once Anne caught me stealing a peek, Rose said it was alright. She even said she was flattered. She then told Chris and Anne about our elementary and junior high years. Anne and Chris thought this was amusing and cute and it seemed to pass.
One night Rose called stating her garage door opener would not work. Chris was out of town at a training session and Rose could not get her car out of the garage in the morning to go to work. She asked if I could come over and have a look.
When I arrived, Rose met me at the door wearing a bath robe. Her hair was wet. She explained that she had just gotten out of the shower. As she excused herself to get dressed, I headed to the garage. The garage door was easy to fix. It had jammed and the electric motor had tripped the breaker. It took about 2 minutes to fix.
I walked back into the house and down the hall to tell Rose I was through. When I got to the Master Bed Room, the door was ajar. I peered in. Rose was sitting at a vanity putting on make-up. She was only wearing a black bra with red lace, matching French cut panties, a black garter belt and stockings. I froze and stared. She was as beautiful as when we teased each other 30 years ago.
Finally she said “I can see you in the mirror. Do you like what you see?” I muttered “yes”.
Rose asked if I still had a panty fetish. Again, I stuttered “yes” again.
“I think you are about a size seven”, said rose. She then opened a drawer and pulled a black silk brief that matched what she was wearing. “Go put these on and come back in here.”...