Did my cousin Jeannette really like me?Perhaps the greatest

Did my cousin Jeannette really like me? Perhaps the greatest attraction of the holidays in the town, during the long month of August, were the long moments I spent with my cousin Jeannette. Although we usually met as a large group of friends, I don't know how, we always ended up next to each other. We never said anything to each other, except the usual conversations between friends, but we knew that deep down there was a great attraction between us. One day Genevieve, a close friend and neighbor of hers in France, arrived from Bordeaux. He introduced us to her and we became good friends. One afternoon José suggested that the three of us spend an evening outdoors, listening to music and dancing. We found ourselves in an area on the outskirts of the town, near some small houses, among which was my cousin's. The two went into their house to change clothes while José and I waited in the living room. When they left the room, they were both wearing a dress with a short skirt that did not reach the middle of their thigh, made of a very light fabric that clung to their slender bodies, highlighting all their delicate and feminine forms. We left towards an area located about two hundred meters away, very lonely. They were the remains of an old building of which only the floor and a couple of walls remained. We spent some time chatting until night fell and then José opened his old portable record player, the kind where you can only play vinyl records with only one song on each side. We started dancing, of course slow music, each boy hugging a girl. Every song change meant a partner change. And each change of partner meant greater trust and rapprochement between the dancers. Genevieve was sweating with excitement, she leaned her chest on my body, with so much force that it almost made me retreat. At a certain moment I felt how he brought his sex closer to my leg, and then rubbed it vigorously... I had it in him. Jeannette was not far behind. I knew that deep down Genevieve and José liked each other, so I suggested that they not change partners at each end of the song and that they always continue dancing, the two of them and I with Jeannette. The night was absolutely dark, there was no moon and you couldn't see beyond a hand's breadth. Jeannette and I danced as if we were one body. I felt his heart beating in my chest and how he rubbed his sex on my thigh. I put my hand under her short skirt until I reached her panties and took them off. She helped me with her hands and her movements. She danced barefoot, without panties and with her skirt raised to her waist. Little by little she raised her dress until she reached her breasts, which were exposed, because she was not wearing a bra. She pulled her dress over her head and was completely naked. My penis became so erect that it was pressing terribly on my pants, it hurt. We danced like that for an hour, touching each other, rubbing each other, squeezing each other, I was dressed and she was completely naked. It was so dark that the other two didn't know what was happening. José said goodbye because he had met some friends for dinner and took Genevive with him. We said goodbye to them from a corner and also thought about returning to our homes. We started looking for Jeannette's clothes, but we weren't able to find them. It was impossible, so we decided that he had to return as he came into the world. Since she wasn't wearing shoes and the ground was full of stones and objects that could cut her, I had to carry her in my arms. She put her arms around my neck and from time to time I lifted her up until her navel was at the height of my mouth and I kissed it, while also kissing her leafy mons. We arrived at his house and had to say goodbye in a hurry because his whole family was arriving. We look into each other's eyes with the irrepressible desire for the unfinished act and a feeling of deep complicity and love. He came in quickly and I ran out.