Second Cousin: The Size Princess
Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7: Finally!
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Finally! - 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
Paula’s kitchen door flew open and Connie ran inside ahead of Jim. But instead of the usual (flinging away her clothing while running to the bedroom), she whirled around and put her palm in his chest.
“Wait, babe, sit down for a minute.”
Surprised, but willing to go along, he took a seat at the kitchen table. Connie brought out the cake and served him a generous corner piece. “Welcome Connie” was still showing in the intact middle section.
“Eat up, you’re going to need your strength.”
“Does this cake mean what I think it means?”
“Exactly.”
Connie fluffed herself up adopting the persona of a rapper.
“Connie Lanier is IN THE HOUSE.”
“You live here? Full-time?”
“Yeah! Back there is my nest of depravity, boy, and 24/7 I’m going to be in that bed or thinking of that bed and imagining the next time you’re laying there naked—with your giant pole sticking straight up for me.”
“Fuck! Paula said yes?”
“She did, more importantly, she talked Aaron into it. I guess she conned him into taking in Connie.”
“You suck! I ought to smash this cake in your face for those things you say.”
“Absolutely not! It’s my party and I’ll pun if I want to. And you, my sweet, have to wait until our wedding day for any cake smashing.”
“Wedding? I’m 15 years old!”
“I don’t care. There’s no place in the world where second cousins (or whatever we are) can’t get married. Besides, if you didn’t want to marry me you shouldn’t have put your mighty tool into my pussy.
“I’m never gonna give you up! Any objections? Nah, I don’t care. You’re mine. All mine. You’re in Connie confinement, and now I have a cell to keep you in. Do you have anything to say before I pronounce your life sentence?”
“Um, ‘guilty,’ I guess?”
“Excellent. Want a Coke?”
“Yeah.”
She had a can as well.
A few minutes later, the cake was back in the fridge, the plate was in the sink, and they were back in the spare bedroom undressing. Then there was a little gaseous noise.
“You’re even cute when you belch, Connie.”
“Belch? OK, we’ll go with that. Good, you’re hard already. Let’s go!”
His eyes were locked on her while she struggled, bent over, tugging at her shoe. Her tits were wobbling as she balanced on one foot and finally freed her foot. Then she went to the nightstand drawer, tore loose a condom from the strip and tossed it toward him.
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