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In Love With My Neighbor's Cousin
One of my neighbor's aunts had six kids. The oldest, Nancy, and I have been very close since we were very small. She's almost two years older than me. We have always lived several hundred miles apart, so we never got to see each other except maybe once or twice a year. When we did have visits, Nancy and I would be together the entire time. We'd sit together on the sofa watching TV, and she would snuggle into my shoulder. Occasionally, we would give each other little "peck" kisses on the lips, even when other people were around. No one ever knew, but since I was a teen, I have been truly and madly in love with Nancy. I had to keep those feelings to myself, and even Nancy did not know. While on a recent business trip to her area, Nancy asked if I could take a couple of extra days and stay with her and her husband, Gary. They now had extra bedrooms since their kids were grown and moved out. Besides, I figured I could see some of my other friends who still live in the surrounding towns. I made the arrangements and got a chance to stay the entire week. Nancy was able to take a couple of days off work, but her husband could not. One morning over breakfast and coffee, we were talking and laughing about old times. I just could not contain my feelings any longer, so I told her how much I have loved her all these years. I told her I should have never let her go. I kept my eyes down when I told her because I was embarrassed and was also afraid of her reaction to this bombshell. To my surprise, when I looked up she was crying. So, I moved over next to her and let her cry on my shoulder. It was then that Nancy told me that she has felt the same about me all these years! So, we had a good mutual cry and comfort session. I kissed her forehead and then our lips met. We both expected our usual peck, but once the contact was made, we both gently and softly held the kiss as it got deeper and deeper. All of those years of pent up emotions came out, and we made pure, passionate love the rest of the morning and all afternoon. We used all four of the bedrooms in her house. I will not call it "having sex" because there is truly a difference between having sex and making love. The two feel completely different. We both are happy that we have finally exposed our individual secrets to each other, but are sad that we can't be together all the time.
-Jonathan, 57
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