Second Cousin: The Size Princess
Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 6: Emancipation Proclamation
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: Emancipation Proclamation - About to graduate high school, Connie is overlooked because of her unfashionable dress and ugly coke-bottle glasses. Then she's introduced to her second cousin, who sees "her" and they bond courtesy of the two aunts who put them together, and provide them with a safe space to canoodle. And then Connie is overwhelmed when she discovers Jim's attribute. You're a princess first, and then you become a queen. A compact little tale of young love.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches DomSub First Masturbation Safe Sex Size
“I’m leaving, Mother.”
Lucille screeched, “No! You can’t go out like that. You look like a tramp!”
It was a warm day in the second week of summer. Connie was braless underneath a translucent satin camisole. Her nipples and aureoles were unmistakable as she turned to face her parent.
“Your top is terrible, it’s slutty. And that skirt is too short!”
She had borrowed, with permission, a skirt from Paula’s closet. The hem was midway between her knees and hips; it was completely commonplace except in Lucille’s mind and in certain repressive countries around the world.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Mother. Just give me a moment.”
Connie retreated to her bedroom, while Lucille smirked, believing she was going to have her way as always. But then she returned in the same clothing, carrying a small suitcase.
“This is it, I’ll be leaving now.”
“What? You can’t! But where will you go?”
“I’m staying with Paula until I have my own place. Good bye.”
For once, Lucille didn’t know what to say. She sagged into a nearby chair as she watched the front door close.
On the sidewalk, Connie shook her head, mounted her bicycle, and headed for Paula’s house. The little case was in her basket strapped down with bungee cords. Riding was a lot easier with a short skirt, she noticed.
She arrived at Paula’s and parked her bike in the side yard. Letting herself in through the kitchen door, she dropped her suitcase in shock. There were several floating pink balloons and a crepe streamer that read, “It’s a Girl!” On the table was a sheet cake decorated with pink flowers and “Welcome Connie” written on the vanilla buttercream frosting.
One corner of the cake was missing.
“Aaron insisted on a piece before he left for work. He’s crazy for buttercream frosting. Oh, and I honored your mother with the devil’s food cake underneath.”
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