My Cousin Tom: Part 2
At 16, I’d always considered myself mildly attractive. Just short of 6 feet tall with constantly tanned skin and a head full of black hair, my appearance fell somewhere in the middle of things. After our first experience with each other, my cousin Tom and I continued to get along quite well. It was not until several months afterwards, however, that things picked up again. Tom’s parents asked me to babysit him and his 6-year old brother John. Always in need of money, I agreed. His parents would leave be gone until afternoon Wednesday, so I would be there overnight. I got there Tuesday and knocked on the door. Tom’s parents let me in, and they quickly told me that while friends were ok, the boys would have to have a bath (Tom and John …