Post by goldenmyst on Jul 4, 2018 21:50:56 GMT -6
My Cousin Rosie Proposes to Me
“Oops, I dropped my wallet between the couch pillows. Oh man, it’s stuck deep down in the frame. Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID for the blues concert at the bar tonight. I don’t want to let you down Rosie” I say.
“Cousin let me help you. You look like you could use a hand.”
“I’ll leave it to you the expert. My hands are so burly I can’t reach down there.”
“No problem Paulie. Ah, I think I’ve snagged it. There you go.”
“Rosie, I notice you’re still kneeling on the floor. Your skirt is riding up. But I’m not complaining.”
“I always knew you liked my figure. You’ve been ogling me since you were sixteen. Now you’re eighteen. But alas we’re still second cousins. What can we do about that?”
I answer, “I know. We come from the same family. But maybe an innocent kiss wouldn’t hurt? What do you think?”
She says, “Dear one I was hoping you’d say that.
Now I’ll stand up. You can watch me if you like. I don’t mind. Never have.”
“I’ll help you up. Hold my hands. There you go.”
She says, “Let me catch my breath. Now, do you really think a kiss is ok? I mean a kiss on the lips. A big wet one. I can’t wait for your answer.”
I peer into her eyes which are warm and inviting. She welcomes me into her womanly aura. She reaches out to me with open hands and heart. The touch of our lips, soft as rose petals, sparks us at contact. Rosie grabs me by the hair and makes love to my mouth with her tongue. I push my tongue past her lips in a dance of French kissing love. After several minutes we reluctantly separate with heated gasps.
“Did you feel that? Boy, we made electricity.”
I endear her. “Well, I’m your huckleberry. You were my first.”
She whispers, “I’m glad my first was with you. I always wanted my first to be with a boy like you.”
I say, “I confess I always wanted to kiss you.”
She gasps, “Man Paulie you were good. How did it feel to kiss your cousin?”
I say, “You felt creamy and citrusy like my first taste of lemon meringue pie.”
“With homemade lemon custard made from scratch by Mom,” she asserts.
“You are a dish, your Mum’s masterpiece,” I say. She bobs a curtsey to me.
She entices me. “Should we do it again?”
I reply, “I think so. The first time was just a trial run. I think we should do it again to get a good taste for how it feels.”
She challenges, “First, let’s eat tangerines. Our kiss will be savory. Pucker up cuz. I’m ready for you.”
She casts her velvet fury upon me with her glossy lips. Like a slice of orange, she penetrates my mouth with her tangy tongue. Her taste splashes into me like freshly squeezed satsumas.
“How did my kiss feel?”
I say, “When you made love to me with your tongue, your licks were spiced with a mélange of female flavors. The lurid sensations set me free to relish your opulence.”
“Your kiss tasted like rainbow sherbet melting in my mouth” she attests.
Her idea is born. “Now, let’s take a nap together. We won’t get undressed or anything. We don’t even have to touch.”
I say, “Your bed is comfortable.”
She instigates, “We’ll sleep in the spoon position, just without touching. You face my back. Ah, I can feel your body heat so close. How I’d like to feel you against me but we have to remember we’re related by blood.”
Rosie’s golden curls are illuminated by late afternoon sunshine and splash in splendor across her silk pillow like an angel’s halo.
I succumb, “I can smell the scent of your perfume. Lavender if I’m not mistaken.”
She teases, “I wore it for you. And don’t tell anyone we did this. Papa would send me back to finishing school if he found out. Then I’d never see you again. But we’re both eighteen and adults. What the family doesn’t know won’t hurt them. Now be quiet and sleep.”
While she sleeps her body wrestles with an imaginary anaconda. Upon awakening, she sinks her sweaty bottom into the mattress with euphoria written in her glazed eyes. A smile glows on her
face.
I gulp for breath. I am in rapture. “Oh my God, have mercy on my soul for I have sinned!”
Shocked, Rosie says, “My God, what did we do?”
I have a guilty look in my eyes. “I can’t believe we did this together. You’re my cousin.”
She replies, “Remember marriage between second cousins is legal in all fifty states.”
My gasps peter out. “That is reassuring,” I say.
“If I ever get married I want him to be a man like you.”
I propose, “Let’s get married.”
“You little devil, Ma and Pa would disown me.”
“Besides that, we are birds of a family feather.
The potential for birth defects is there.”
“Oh Paulie, even nestlings hatched from the same nest make beautiful babies together. There is only a two percent greater risk with people as far apart as us on the kinship tree. But Mom will be home in an hour. What do we do now?”
I instruct, “Well, let me keep your dress as a memento. No matter what woman wears it, she will bear your fragrance.”
“Oh no, you’ll dress your girlfriend in them?! This Chiffon is sacred. How could you? Paulie, profess your love for me right here in secret. Do you love me more than any Hollywood vamp? Will you abstain from putting up posters of sex symbols?”
“I do love you more than any graven image. Though I have posters of flapper girls in my bedroom they shall come down out of respect for you.”
“Oh, Paulie you’ll even forsake those hotties for me? That is the ultimate sacrifice. I’m off to strip out of these sweaty clothes. But I have a couple of questions for you before we go steady. If a Pompeiian woman came alive, stepped off an erotic fresco, and offered to fulfill your most decadent fantasies would you stay with me?”
I answer, “Of course I would. How could a Roman floozy even begin to compare to you my Venus Botticelli?”
She says, “Oh Paulie I am swooning. Now, if a kidnapper said, ‘It’s either you or the girl’ what would you do?”
I reply, “I’d do what any true gentleman would do. Does that answer your question?”
Rosie exclaims, “Yes! Yes, it does.” She is breathless. “Paulie, I feel my youth slipping away. Hold onto me and never let go.”
“Oops, I dropped my wallet between the couch pillows. Oh man, it’s stuck deep down in the frame. Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID for the blues concert at the bar tonight. I don’t want to let you down Rosie” I say.
“Cousin let me help you. You look like you could use a hand.”
“I’ll leave it to you the expert. My hands are so burly I can’t reach down there.”
“No problem Paulie. Ah, I think I’ve snagged it. There you go.”
“Rosie, I notice you’re still kneeling on the floor. Your skirt is riding up. But I’m not complaining.”
“I always knew you liked my figure. You’ve been ogling me since you were sixteen. Now you’re eighteen. But alas we’re still second cousins. What can we do about that?”
I answer, “I know. We come from the same family. But maybe an innocent kiss wouldn’t hurt? What do you think?”
She says, “Dear one I was hoping you’d say that.
Now I’ll stand up. You can watch me if you like. I don’t mind. Never have.”
“I’ll help you up. Hold my hands. There you go.”
She says, “Let me catch my breath. Now, do you really think a kiss is ok? I mean a kiss on the lips. A big wet one. I can’t wait for your answer.”
I peer into her eyes which are warm and inviting. She welcomes me into her womanly aura. She reaches out to me with open hands and heart. The touch of our lips, soft as rose petals, sparks us at contact. Rosie grabs me by the hair and makes love to my mouth with her tongue. I push my tongue past her lips in a dance of French kissing love. After several minutes we reluctantly separate with heated gasps.
“Did you feel that? Boy, we made electricity.”
I endear her. “Well, I’m your huckleberry. You were my first.”
She whispers, “I’m glad my first was with you. I always wanted my first to be with a boy like you.”
I say, “I confess I always wanted to kiss you.”
She gasps, “Man Paulie you were good. How did it feel to kiss your cousin?”
I say, “You felt creamy and citrusy like my first taste of lemon meringue pie.”
“With homemade lemon custard made from scratch by Mom,” she asserts.
“You are a dish, your Mum’s masterpiece,” I say. She bobs a curtsey to me.
She entices me. “Should we do it again?”
I reply, “I think so. The first time was just a trial run. I think we should do it again to get a good taste for how it feels.”
She challenges, “First, let’s eat tangerines. Our kiss will be savory. Pucker up cuz. I’m ready for you.”
She casts her velvet fury upon me with her glossy lips. Like a slice of orange, she penetrates my mouth with her tangy tongue. Her taste splashes into me like freshly squeezed satsumas.
“How did my kiss feel?”
I say, “When you made love to me with your tongue, your licks were spiced with a mélange of female flavors. The lurid sensations set me free to relish your opulence.”
“Your kiss tasted like rainbow sherbet melting in my mouth” she attests.
Her idea is born. “Now, let’s take a nap together. We won’t get undressed or anything. We don’t even have to touch.”
I say, “Your bed is comfortable.”
She instigates, “We’ll sleep in the spoon position, just without touching. You face my back. Ah, I can feel your body heat so close. How I’d like to feel you against me but we have to remember we’re related by blood.”
Rosie’s golden curls are illuminated by late afternoon sunshine and splash in splendor across her silk pillow like an angel’s halo.
I succumb, “I can smell the scent of your perfume. Lavender if I’m not mistaken.”
She teases, “I wore it for you. And don’t tell anyone we did this. Papa would send me back to finishing school if he found out. Then I’d never see you again. But we’re both eighteen and adults. What the family doesn’t know won’t hurt them. Now be quiet and sleep.”
While she sleeps her body wrestles with an imaginary anaconda. Upon awakening, she sinks her sweaty bottom into the mattress with euphoria written in her glazed eyes. A smile glows on her
face.
I gulp for breath. I am in rapture. “Oh my God, have mercy on my soul for I have sinned!”
Shocked, Rosie says, “My God, what did we do?”
I have a guilty look in my eyes. “I can’t believe we did this together. You’re my cousin.”
She replies, “Remember marriage between second cousins is legal in all fifty states.”
My gasps peter out. “That is reassuring,” I say.
“If I ever get married I want him to be a man like you.”
I propose, “Let’s get married.”
“You little devil, Ma and Pa would disown me.”
“Besides that, we are birds of a family feather.
The potential for birth defects is there.”
“Oh Paulie, even nestlings hatched from the same nest make beautiful babies together. There is only a two percent greater risk with people as far apart as us on the kinship tree. But Mom will be home in an hour. What do we do now?”
I instruct, “Well, let me keep your dress as a memento. No matter what woman wears it, she will bear your fragrance.”
“Oh no, you’ll dress your girlfriend in them?! This Chiffon is sacred. How could you? Paulie, profess your love for me right here in secret. Do you love me more than any Hollywood vamp? Will you abstain from putting up posters of sex symbols?”
“I do love you more than any graven image. Though I have posters of flapper girls in my bedroom they shall come down out of respect for you.”
“Oh, Paulie you’ll even forsake those hotties for me? That is the ultimate sacrifice. I’m off to strip out of these sweaty clothes. But I have a couple of questions for you before we go steady. If a Pompeiian woman came alive, stepped off an erotic fresco, and offered to fulfill your most decadent fantasies would you stay with me?”
I answer, “Of course I would. How could a Roman floozy even begin to compare to you my Venus Botticelli?”
She says, “Oh Paulie I am swooning. Now, if a kidnapper said, ‘It’s either you or the girl’ what would you do?”
I reply, “I’d do what any true gentleman would do. Does that answer your question?”
Rosie exclaims, “Yes! Yes, it does.” She is breathless. “Paulie, I feel my youth slipping away. Hold onto me and never let go.”