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My Cousin George had always been the flirt of the Family; little did I know that he was setting his horns on me. A little history, I was 17 years old and George was 16 years old at the time. He was 5'8" tall, a swimmer built and carried himself well. He sported a good size bulge in his jeans. I was 5'11" tall a semi muscular built from the gym at school shy but had a decent bulge in my jeans. Both blonde and blue eyes made us stand out in the crowd on dark hair cousins and older folks. This was the annual family reunion of sorts and the families were arriving, almost on the half hour intervals. My Father and Mother with my brothers Sean, William and Kirk were arriving at the front gate. I had arrived the Wednesday before to help with the preparations. My Uncle Simon and Aunt Georgia had already arrived and were in their room settling in. Uncle Simon said that George and the twins would be here around 3 pm. "I can just wait" I told my Uncle Simon and we both laughed. It was well into the afternoon when the entire family members were in their quarters settling in but no sight from George and the twins yet. The greeting Party was about to begin when a car's horn blared out side the main house. It was George and the twins, John and Jim now 13 years old and a holy terror, according to my Uncle Simon. George greeted everyone, kissed the women and armed wrestled handshakes with the men. Smiling like a politician at an especially good fundraiser, George was a site to be seen. He finally walked over to see me and greeted me with a bear hug. Boy, had he gotten stronger since the last time we saw each other. Catching me with my arms at my side George began to lift me and I moved my hands towards me in an attempt to catch myself if George would of let me fall, or if we both fell. In placing my hands closer to my body, I accidentally rested my right hand smack on George's crotch. The back of my hand was pressing so hard that it separated his balls from his dick, actually lifting his dick towards his left lap. The feeling was strange and embarrassing at the same time. But George gave no hint on being either. Then as he had lifted me, he gently replaced me back to the ground. To my surprise, no one was watching. George was truly happy to see me, and I he. "Later we'll sneak out a bottle of whiskey and take it to the pond like we did two years ago", he winked and off he went to greet the rest of the family. When it was getting close for the younger one to bed down Uncle Simon's twins John and Jim began to fight among themselves saying that they didn't want to share a bed. Uncle Simon told them that it was a Queen size bed and there was enough room. Still they fought. My Aunt Georgia rushed towards me and grabbed me by the arm taking us to the veranda. "Henry My Aunt began, “Please help me. The twins have been like this all summer and I am going out of my mind." "What can I do?" I asked her. She had already thought it out I later found out. "Could you please share a room with George so the Twins can have George's" she asked almost in an order like manner. Having no other options, I agreed and off she went to avert a global crisis. "Hey Cousin" George called out to me. "Why the long face" "You are looking at your room mate for the next week Cousin," I told him. To which he smiled and gave me another hug. Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out two cigars and said, "How about going to the pond and smoke these babies". I grabbed one, put it to my mouth and bit the tip off and walked down the steps towards the pond. George walked right behind me. My Brother William came out to the pond by the time half of the cigar was gone. "Good night Hank" he told me as he was giving me a hug he passed a flask of whiskey to me. I kissed him on the cheek.