A Forbidden Summer Romance This is an almost forgotten story from many years ago. Just recently I met someone who lived just a couple of miles from the place where a cousin of mine had lived and that brought back memories of how , many years ago, I was on holiday with her on the south coast of England. So here , with a few details and the names changed is the almost true story of the happenings during my 2 week vacation with my cousin Brenda. So, we had arrived at the bungalow on the south coast which was to be our holiday home for the next 2 weeks. The bungalow had been extended and could conveniently take 5 people, but there were 7 of us so it was going to be a bit of a squash. There was my mother and me, my older sister and her boyfriend, my aunt and uncle and my cousin Brenda. The squash would improve after 3 days when my sister and boyfriend would be leaving as they only had a few days off work. I had just reached my teens and Brenda was 11, but she was very well developed and could have passed as a 13 year old any day. Right from the start she flirted cheekily with me and my mother noticed. She said something to my aunt about it who just said “Oh, ignore her, she’s harmless” or something like that. I had to share a bedroom with Brenda; it was a small room just big enough to take 2 single beds and at bed time one of us changed into our night attire in the bedroom while the other used the bath room. Then when we’d been “tucked in” one or other of the adults would peep round the bedroom door every 10 minutes or so until they were satisfied that we were both asleep. They said that was to make sure that we were “alright”. Now in common with most other healthy 13 year old lads, I was in the habit of giving myself a pleasure fix at least once a day and usually just before I went to sleep. However, with this arrangement that was bordering between difficult and impossible. …the next moment changed everything
