The next day when we were left alone again by his parents, we couldn’t resist doing it again when we were at the beach. After telling him I was on the Pill, he realised what I had in mind and minutes later we lost our virginity, which felt wonderful. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.

Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” Like this article? Sign up to our newsletter to get more articles like this delivered straight to your inbox. It had been a long six months, and after several failed attempts at pulling, I was optimistic about a trip to Barcelona. A friend and I jetted off for a long weekend of sunbathing, drinking, and trying to get laid. We’d gone on a bar crawl, and found ourselves chatting to a group of Australians. We all had a lot to drink, and about 4am, my friend and these two Australian guys decided to go skinny dipping – except my friend ending up arguing with the guy she was getting with, leaving me and the other guy alone. It was the perfect opportunity – and what’s more pleasingly cliche than shagging in the sea on holiday? It started to heat up – we were naked in the sea on a deserted beach after all – and then he chose that moment to tell me he’d just proposed to his girlfriend of four years, who’d said no, and he didn’t know if he could go through with this. Cheers mate. Sophie At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.

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It was on our girls’ holiday to Zante and we’d met some of our guy friends from home. I’d fancied one of them for a few months and as we were getting progressively drunker we went to the beach for some alone time. There were quite a few clubs on the beach, so we headed into the darkness. We eventually ended up down a side alley next to some sunbeds and undressed each another. I’d been going down on him for a few minutes when a bright torch shined on us and old fat Greek man who owned the sunbeds started screaming at us to get off them and chased us down the alley as we were trying to put our clothes on. Emma At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. Grab your glue gun, put on your favorite holiday tunes, and let’s get crafting! And don’t forget to hit me up in the comments with your favorite project – I’m all ears for your holiday crafting tales. I was drunk, the sun was coming up, and I’d managed to bag myself a beautiful Spanish man who told me he was a lifeguard. So what better place to watch the sunrise than from the lifeguard tower. I call it a tower, but it was actually just a beach chair suspended about 15 feet in the air. Hands started wandering, and unbeknownst to me we had an audience. I haven’t been able to live it down with my friends ever since. Katie These Christmas crafts are as easy as stealing a cookie from Santa’s plate. Whether you’re a rookie or a seasoned DIYer, there’s something here that’ll make your heart sing jingle bells.

From felt mistletoe that even Scrooge would love to oversized Christmas candles that scream ‘holiday cheer,’ You were both virgins and felt so ­comfortable in each other’s company that you were able to share one of the most special moments of your lives together. And the best part? You probably have most of the materials lying around already. Talk about a holiday miracle! Forget about wandering down store aisles this year. Your home is about to become the envy of every elf in town with decorations that are as unique as they are festive.Holidays in your twenties mean sun, sex and no suspicious parents. Granted, occasionally there are parents around, but by the time you’re out of your teens they’re more likely to laugh – or at the very least turn a blind eye – if you get off with someone. All this makes for a calamitous approach to shagging. For every idyllic week-long affair with some swarthy Spaniard, there’ll be a clumsy shag in a club loo, or a failed attempt in a tent. George Ready to turn your home into a winter wonderland that would make the North Pole look like amateur hour? Let’s transform your space into a festive paradise that even Rudolph would be proud of. Now, I know crafting can sometimes seem like you need a degree in glitterology, but these are not those projects. After that Monday, I distanced myself from Tom. Closing that door has put me in a better headspace and my relationship with Andy has improved immeasurably. He says he has forgiven me – it’s easier for him to lay the blame almost entirely on Tom. But I know I’m equally culpable. And that’s something I’m struggling to come to terms with. We had a good time together and are longing to see each other again, but my friends think sex with a cousin is incest and is wrong.