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I come from a very large family, including extended family. It was a time when couples had many children, and families generally lived close together.

It was a warm summer weekend, and my father's sister (my eldest aunt) decided to have a family gathering at her house. The abode was not large, but the backyard was quite sizeable. It was large enough for a couple of outbuildings.

Many gathered for the event. Some stayed a short time; others stayed longer. It was a typical fest, with the predictable relatives showing up. That was until Doris walked in the door.

Doris and I were only a couple of months apart, age-wise. No matter how many people gathered as we grew up, Doris and I always had something special between us.

When Doris walked through the door at auntie's place, I felt a twinge bolt through my body. In our youth, we fancied ourselves more than cousins - but were immature enough to act on our feelings. We simply hung out, ran around, and generally formed a close connection. Visions of all that ran through my mind as she entered and started greeting people. (NOTE: Doris had kind of "fallen off the map," reunion-wise)

When she got to my part of the house, we made eye contact and smiled huge smiles. She nearly ran to me - we embraced - and simply stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

I spoke first, blubbering out "Doris, it's SOOOOO good to see you!" She smiled and responded "I can't believe you're here! I've loved you for so long!" Now, I took this to mean she embraced our younger years of togetherness, and nothing more.

We talked with other people for awhile, but still stayed within arm's reach of each other. Doris suggested we step outside. By this time, the warmth had turned to heat - and most of the older people were heading back into the air conditioned house.

Doris was dressed in shorts, loosely-fitting, and a white muslin blouse, also very loose-fitting. We wandered about the backyard, and reminisced about our lives and our time together. We ended up confessing that our feelings for each other were strong and pleasant.

I took her hand, and led her behind a tool shed, between the shed and a tall privacy fence. I leaned by back against the shed, pulled her close to me, and said "Doris, I can't tell you how much I've missed you and our days & weekends & weeks together on your dad's farm." She smiled, gazed into my eyes, and retorted, "Yes, they were great times. I often reflect on that time in my life!"

With that, I pulled her closer and leaned forward to her face. Without a word, we leaned even closer, and our lips touched. It was electricity - the best way to describe the touch. It didn't last long, but - when we parted - I believe we both knew what it meant.

Since we were in our 20s, age-wise, the issue of consent was NOT an issue. Only that we were cousins presented a potential issue. I whispered in her ear, "Doris, I know we're cousins, but I have never emotionally been separated from you. I want more!"

Doris sighed a deep sigh, and said, "God, I'm so glad you said that. I've wanted to say it for some time now, but couldn't muster the courage. I want more, too!"

We fell into each others arms, secreted by the shed and the fence. Our mouths and hands found each others, with much indulgence and passion. It was a close encounter of a very strange time, as I'd never done anything like this before. I discovered, in caressing her, that she not only did not wear a bra - I soon found out she had no panties, either. It was surreal.

Our passions rose high; our actions playing our of feelings for each other. What a thrill to be physically active, knowing someone could come out any time and find us in our "condition."

After many minutes of deep soul kisses, our hands penetrating each others' clothes, we separated again. I held her close to my body, and suggested we "get out of here!" She said not a word, but nodded her head up and down vigorously.

We walked back indoors, and told our aunt we were going to go for a drive. Auntie said, "You two should go somewhere. No need for you to hand around a bunch of old fogies!"

Doris & I walked to my car, and off we went. After picking up a bottle of wine, I drove to the nearest motel. We checked in, got some ice to chill the wine, and secluded ourselves in the room that was our own refuge.

We spent the afternoon reflecting on where life had taken us. We agreed it was strange that she and I both chose to attend the reunion. I suggested it was meant to be, and she agreed.

Our day advanced from reflection to creation of a lovely romance. That was the first day of many in which we sought expressions of love and sexual passions that very likely were the culmination of youthful crushes. After many years, regardless of our respective marital status, we still get together frequently, to indulge ourselves in a love that clearly was meant to be.