Jennifer had had no shortage of experiences, either. I listened, though the stories about her and her friends hanging out at the mall, teasing the “cute boys” an even the male teachers at school with their provocative flirtations and the endless hanging she and her friends did together was like a replay of high school. Still, some of the stories were interesting, and it was to those that I paid more attention.

When we’d eaten our fill, Jennifer stood up and removed her towel, carrying it in her hand. The full magnificence of her soft, slender body was once again in view and my eyes rebelled forcefully against my control. Her butt was particularly appealing, the way it rounded out into a beautiful heart shape. My eyes rode up and down her gentle curves several times before I could regain the strength again to dictate their motions. It was just in time, too. Jennifer turned around to face me.

“Well, I’m going swimming again, Carter,” she announced, starting to walk towards the lake. “Wanna come?”

I was only too happy to oblige. “Sure!” I agreed quickly. “Just let me go change and I’ll be right down.”

“Ok! See you down there!”

And with that, we both ran off to our respective destinations.

Finding a spot to change was a challenge in and of itself. I finally conceded to use the bathroom in my parents’ camper and quickly tore off my clothes – and was not surprised in the least to find a half-erect penis hidden inside my underwear. Several minutes ago, I could feel him wriggling to life as I had liberally checked out my cousin. My sexual companion had calmed down a little since then, but the prospect of again seeing Jennifer in her cutesy little bikini had him resisting arrest.

I tried to ignore the obvious problem and went on with my task of putting on my black shorts and applying sunscreen to my exposed (and regrettably pasty-white) skin.

Once down at the water’s edge, Jennifer and my other cousins bade me enter the water. It was colder than I expected. For a hot summer’s day, the water’s temperature sure hadn’t matched the air above it. I took a deep breath and dove straight in, determined to get it over with.

The terrific chill took more than just my breath away. I could feel my heated groin being instantly cooled, and my stubborn penis withdrawing back to where he belonged. Coming up for a breath, I swam out to meet Jennifer and the others.

We played some games, had some chicken fights and generally just talked amongst ourselves. Our ages ranged substantially; I was one of the oldest cousins, while Jennifer was one of the youngest. Still, because our family was as close as it was, age didn’t overly matter to us, and we felt comfortable being together as a group as we enjoyed the summer sun.

As the afternoon drew on, most of the cousins went back in to eat the lunch they had so willingly missed earlier. Eventually, it was just Jennifer and me again. We enjoyed the water and played around for most of the afternoon. She eventually ended up swimming circles around me in waist-deep water in an attempt to find an opening to where she could take me down and dunk me in the water. I resisted her every effort.

“Come on!” she strained, climbing onto my back and shoulders for the umpteenth time as she tried to use her body weight to force me under the water. “Go down, damn it!” she laughed. I easily hoisted her into the air once more and laughed triumphantly as I threw her into the lake with a loud splash. When Jennifer resurfaced, she wiped the water from her eyes and asked, “Jeez…how much can you lift?”

“Well, I’m 220, and can easily lift about 150 or 160,” I explained, looking over her petite body again.

Jennifer scoffed. “Oh, well, that explains it,” she admitted. “I only weigh about 115.”

I laughed. “I don’t think your measly little 115-pound body is ever going take down this tank of 220!” I challenged her teasingly, flexing my arms and holding my torso rigid so that my muscles popped. I glanced back at her. Jennifer seemed to be in a daze. “What?”

She snapped back to reality. “Nothing,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “You’ve just got a really good body, Carter. That’s all.”

A broad smile crossed my face. “I try to look nice,” I told her, “for the ladies. I work out almost every day.”

“That would do it,” she agreed, starting to charge at me. I knew she was ready for another round of defeat.

A hefty laugh escaped my mouth. “Are you kidding me!?” I mocked my younger cousin as she jumped up and climbed onto me again. This time, however, instead of clawing her way up my back, she scaled my chest. She was agile; I had to give her that. Within seconds, she had managed to get one leg onto my shoulder. “Ah! Jennifer!” I shouted, feeling her lean back and attempt to throw me off balance.

I fought back, which was no easy chore considering the torque she was applying. My eyes were closed, but I knew she was arching herself backwards as far as she could. Trying to be respectful, I was keeping my hands off of my cousin as much as possible. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn’t hold this posture much longer without needing to brace her body from toppling me.

Then, without warning, she repositioned herself and brought up her other leg. In essence, Jennifer now straddled my face, a thigh on either side of my head. I had no choice; I had to grab her to keep from falling forwards. Once I had braced Jennifer’s body on my shoulders, I dared to open my eyes. There, only an inch or so in front of me, was the purple triangle of her bikini bottom. My beautiful younger cousin’s lower abdomen was like a wall of amazing womanly beauty that obscured everything else.

I couldn’t imagine I could be any closer to Jennifer’s womanly treasure. Without warning and despite the cool water, my manhood sprang to life, stretching itself almost instantly into a painful boner. I was stunned.

Whether she could sense my hesitation or not, I don’t know, but Jennifer started rocking back and forth, trying to get me to fall forwards. She knew she couldn’t do it just from stretching backwards – I was too strong for that – but if she could ruin my centre of gravity, then I would be helpless. Her movements shoved her bikini bottom right up into my face. All that separated my mouth from her precious young labia was the thin layer of fabric she so proudly wore. It was all I could think about.

Despite my efforts, I was too bewildered by what was now happening to resist any longer. I fell, taking Jennifer with me, and the two of us crashed into the lake.

We both splashed up out of the water, coughing and choking. “What was that!?” I gagged, laughing.

“What are you talking about?” she argued with an innocent, pretty smile. “I took you down, that whole tank of 220.” She cheered herself in congratulations.

“Yeah…” I sputtered in reply. “Yeah, but you…I mean… You were…” My explanation was weak, and the hang gestures that accompanied it were even weaker.

“I was what?” she asked, again with an air of innocence. However, there was a glimmer of mischief in her eye that I couldn’t ignore. Jennifer knew exactly what she had done: exploit a man’s weakness for sexy young women.

“You—” I began, but was interrupted by her mother calling us from the shore.

“Hey, you two! You’re going to miss dinner! Come on out!”

I waved at her. “We’ll be right out!” I turned to continue my accusation against my young cousin, but she had already begun swimming towards the sand. I followed her. She reached the beach before I did and headed straight for her towel. After wrapping it around her, Jennifer looked at me with a wry, coy little smirk. Her attitude made me pause again when I looked at her. She quickly stuck out her tongue jestfully and ran up the small embankment for the camp, giggling. I tossed my t-shirt back on and followed after her.

She knew what she had done. I knew she knew.

The family ate dinner together; a potluck meal that actually had some really good dishes to pick from. I retired to the campfire again after eating and started roasting marshmallows. I liked them myself, but could only handle so many. I had a talent for getting them perfectly golden brown, though, and many of my younger cousins enlisted me to help them make a smore or two or seven – each!

In the middle of the fifth batch of marshmallows, my aunt, Jennifer’s mom, sat in a camping chair beside me. “Oh, I’m so tired,” she complained.

“You’re probably dehydrated from all the time in the sun,” I told her. “It’ll wear you out more than anything.”

My aunt nodded. “Yeah, that wouldn’t surprise me,” she agreed.

“It’s all this sugary, salty food, too,” I continued as I checked the marshmallows I was roasting. “Your body needs water to flush it out, so you’ve got a double whammy right there.”

She chuckled. “Guess I should lay off the food and down some water.”

“That’d probably sure help,” I agreed, smiling.

“Hey, listen,” she started, changing the subject. “We’ve got a little dilemma.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, some of the other cousins want to sleep in our tent with our kids,” she explained. We’re really mix-and-matching it tonight.”

I wasn’t quite following her. “Ok…?” I urged her on, hoping to get to the point.

“Your parents had you bring out an extra tent, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, there’s not enough room in our tent anymore for Jen,” concluded my aunt. “I’m wondering if you’d allow her to sleep in your tent.”

The question wasn’t unreasonable, but it still startled me. Normally it wouldn’t have, but with the situation I’d just found myself in with my cousin, something about the idea made me feel uncomfortable. The idea that Jennifer could be deliberately provoking my needs as a man, flaunting her sexuality quite literally in my face, gave me a sense of foreboding – and with how beautiful a young woman she had become, I didn’t entirely trust myself not to try anything that would end up hurting her emotionally in the end. I had to refuse the offer and find a different solution.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” I heard come out of my mouth instead. Somehow the little head had done the thinking for the big head, just to satisfy his need to be close to a woman.