Okay, first: I'm not a "/b/tard". This is something of a humorous (some may say sick) story of what happened to me some years ago. And yes, it's all true.
It was the summer of...ahh...forget that. I'd just be dating myself. But yeah, it was summer. My aunt and uncle were visiting my grandparents for a few weeks. We lived only about twenty miles away from my grandparents, so my parents and I just drove over. Naturally my aunt and uncle brought their kids. The boy was seven (I think) and the girl two years my junior (I never was close to these people mind you--I'd only met them twice before and once since, so their ages are pretty hazy).
Anyways, she was cute, curvy, and at that special age: Boy Crazy age. Her parents were all anal about the two of us not being left alone, while my parents and grandparents thought they were being over-protective. I thought they were nuts myself. I mean, what did they think I was going to do, screw her? Ir were they mroe worried about her jumping me? To this day their behavior has puzzled me...though in 20/20 hindsight they were absolutely right.
On the first day we felt each other up with our clothes still on. Surprised the hell out of me when we were just standing next to each other and she grabbed my hand and put it on her ass and squeezed, which led to other things being squeezed. On the second day we went as far as making out and dry-humping on the couch when we had a few minutes alone together. As good as her breasts felt with her clothes on, it was nothing compared to how they felt with her shirt and bra off. We kept it at that level for a few days while we hung out with each other and generally had fun. You know, kinda like dating even though we were out with our parents and grandparents doing the whole tourist thing (which they were), but everyone we met simply thought we were bother/sister because we looked so much alike.
About a week into their visit her parents finally caved under pressure and let us go the theater by ourselves. It was midday during the week (ie: almost empty in a small town), and in the back of the theater no-one noticed us frig each other in the dark. It was the first time I'd touched someone "down there" or had a hand between my legs other than my own (trying to keep this a G-Rated as possible), and even after all these years I still remember it perfectly. Needless to say it took me a little while longer to satisfy her than it did for her to satisfy me. Because of her I developed a thing for trimmed hair.
When we got back to the house we found out that our grandma was taken to the hospital for chest pains (which made both of us feel like asses for being away and fondling each other while our parets had no-way to contact us--neither of us had a cell phone). Our parents didn't want us to hang around the hospital all night, and especially not her little brother (he got REAL cranky when he got sleepy...called a nurse a bitch for asking him if he wanted some milk), so they made us take him back home while they waited for the doctor. It was no big deal, the hospital was only a few miles away (one of those little county hospitals), and her parents probably thought they wouldn't need to worry about their daughter if her little brother was around her, or that she wouldn't be in the mood with grandma in the hospital (she was home two days later - it turned out to be heat-stroke, but because of her medical history with heart attacks they kept her for observation for two nights).
(to be continued)...