The fragrance of her sweat

Was still etched on her bra

So arousing it was

I inhaled it

A bulge formed

Rubbing it on my pants

I imagined her breasts

Caressing my adolescence

As I heard my relatives return

I quickly kept her lingerie

And feigned sleeping

I did that that twice

Whenever they went for outing

Maybe she sensed that I have been fiddling

She questioned me if I was messing

Feigning ignorance, I denied

I didn't feel guilty

Even if she was my cousin

The 13 year old teenager instinct in me

Was beckoning.

©LR