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It was the most fucked-up thing I'd ever done in my entire life. See, my 18-year-old cousin, Ginger, had been staying over at our place to study with my sister.
Her and April got along real well and they were always together - like two peas in a pod.
Watching my vivacious, sexy, 18-year-old cousin prance around in her short-shorts, summer-tee and bare-feet made my cock ache.
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It was the most fucked-up thing I'd ever done in my entire life. See, my 18-year-old cousin, Ginger, had been staying over at our place to study with my sister.
Her and April got along real well and they were always together - like two peas in a pod.
Watching my vivacious, sexy, 18-year-old cousin prance around in her short-shorts, summer-tee and bare-feet made my cock ache. She was more than stunning, she was wifey material.
Many times had I spied upon them as they played games or studied for college or just chatted.
Don't get me wrong, April - my sister - was cute and all, but she just didn't have that sex appeal like Ginger.
As her name implied, Ginger had long, copper-colored hair, deep green eyes and long, sexy legs. The only thing she was lacking was in the breast department.
Either way, I couldn't wait to get into her panties.
And I WAS going to get into her panties.
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Meeting up with an old work buddy at the gym, I explained to him my conundrum. That I wanted to find a way into my cousin's sexy panties. I wanted to fuck a baby in her tight, young womb and make her wide with my child.
"You know, James, I had that same exact problem. My wife's sister was hotter than a firecracker on the 4th of July! Hoo boy!" He wiped his brow for emphasis.
By the boyish grin on his face, I could easily infer that he got his prize.
"I take it, you fucked her?"
He nodded, his stupid grin even wider.
"Okay, I'll bite. How?"
He pulled me over into the shadowy corner and reached into his pocket.
"This!" He declared triumphantly as he pulled out what looked to be an ordinary - though very pretty - bracelet.
"What's that?" I wrinkled my nose.
"A bracelet. But not just an ordinary bracelet." He leaned closer and glanced around. "A mind control bracelet."
It was at that moment that I knew he'd bought the farm.
"A mind control bracelet." I repeated back to him.
"Shh!" He placed a finger to his lips. "Yeah. It works, too. Like a charm..." He laughed at his silly pun.
"Really?" I tapped my foot and looked disappointed at him.
"Sure! I gave it to my wife's sister and that night we were making out like lovers behind my wife's back. It was sick, man!"
I stared after my old friend, just wondering if he hadn't flipped his mind. But he assured me over and over again that this was all real.
"Just slap this bad boy on her wrist and she'll be your 100% mind controlled cum slave. Here, try it. You'll see."
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