She was my cousin.  We were both fifteen.  I had never touched a girl’s breasts until that summer.  I had never met my cousin Ida.  To tell you the truth, I was afraid of girls.

But she and I somehow ended up in my granddaddy’s empty barn sitting in the hay on the floor on a muggy bright day in West Virgina.

“You want to play with them?” she said.

It took me an awkward moment to realize what she was talking about.  She wore a skirt and blouse and sat in the hay with an eager look on her face.

“Sure,” I finally said.

She unbuttoned her blouse and lifted the cups of her bra and her breasts bounced out.  For a boy of fifteen, it was two or three minutes of heaven.

“Okay,” she said.

And that was it.

Now I’m sixty four.  I wonder whatever became of cousin Ida.

The End

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