A Stay At Cousin Clare's

As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.
At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was.

Clare’s parents had plenty of money. They lived in a large house in rural Berkshire and Clare went to a private school, girls only, a few miles away. She had her own pony, which she kept on a farm nearby. Her mother always told everyone that Clare was far too busy to bother with boys but, looking back, I think that she was frightened of Clare growing up and going away. Clare was a normal girl underneath, but she went along with her parents’ wishes, because it was to her advantage. She was a pretty girl, slightly plump, and she had a very large bosom even at 16, which fascinated me, and I had many erections fantasising about playing with those superb tits!

As usual on these visits I caught the train from Paddington, and Clare and her mother picked me up at Newbury station. I looked forward to these trips as Clare and I were fond of each other, like cousins, and her parents were very kind. In addition there was a small river nearby where I could amuse myself fishing while Clare went riding.

At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.

Aunt Frances left me alone to unpack, and being a nosey person I had a look around, starting with the dressing table. I struck gold almost immediately! In one drawer I found a large collection of Clare’s discarded knickers!

Like most teenage boys I spent a large proportion of my time thinking about sex. I seemed to have an erection at least half the time, often in embarrassing situations, and I masturbated at least once a day, often more.