She flashed me that knowing smirk again, like she knew why I was really asking, (and for all I know she did. Like her I was almost incapable of hiding things.) and replied, “I’ve been on one or two dates, but I wouldn’t call them boyfriends. None of the boys at school are really my type.”
My heart-rate kicked up a notch, because I knew I would be treading dangerous waters with my next question, “Oh really? What exactly is your type?”
Her grin grew wider and took on a playfully wicked edge as she replied, “I kind of have a thing for red heads.”
As much as I wanted to see where that conversation would lead, I couldn’t forget that Sarah was standing right there beside her sister, and right about then the door to the room opened and in came my grand parents with my aunt and uncle right behind them. After greeting and visiting with my aunt Cynthia and uncle Thomas for a while I took my leave with a mumbled excuse about moving my bags to my new room (I had stayed in my grandparents room the previous night but my parents would be arriving the next day and from then I on I would be staying in a different suite with them).
As I grabbed my bags and began the task of transferring them to the new suite the buzz I got from being around Tiffany wore off and the guilt and shame of having sexual thoughts towards my cousin began to set in. What kind of sick freak was I? From the moment she got out of the car all I had been able to think about was what it would be like to have those long legs wrapped around my waist. I covered the last of the distance to my new room and shuffled inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a deep, dark hole and stay there until I starved to death. I threw my bags onto the floor and dropped into the bed, hoping that with a little quiet and some time to think I would be able to reconcile my thoughts and actions with what I believed to be right. I failed miserably in that attempt and the last coherent thought I had before dropping off into a dream laden sleep was: was it just my imagination or was Tiffany actually flirting back?
I awoke several hours later to the sound of the hotel room’s telephone ringing. When I answered it was my grandparents asking if I was going to meet them in the lobby so we could all go to dinner. Apparently I had slept through most of the day. After I hung up I grudgingly crawled out of the bed, (which was far more comfortable than any hotel bed had a right to be.) and got dressed. Finally I shuffled out into the hall and took an elevator down to the lobby where everyone else was waiting.
While we were at the restaurant I did everything in my power to avoid looking at and talking to Tiffany without making it obvious and/or offending her, but I was fighting a losing battle and eventually came to the decision that it didn’t matter what thoughts and feelings I had for her as long as I didn’t act on them. Besides, acting on my desires would most likely only result in a swift rejection, and, if she told the rest of the family, my prompt disownment.. After that being around her became much easier, because I let myself steal glances and fantasize to my heart’s content, but made sure that my body language, tone of voice, and every word that came out of my mouth conveyed only that I enjoyed goofing around with my cousin and nothing more.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was in reality only an hour or two, everyone finished eating and we all headed back to the resort. Once there I quickly said my goodnights and hurried off to my room. All the fantasizing I had done at dinner had left me seriously aroused and it was high time I took care of that little problem. As soon as the door closed behind me I stripped naked, lay on the bed, and masturbated furiously to an intense, body shaking orgasm. No sooner had the last jet of semen landed on my chest than there was a knock on my door.
“Just a second!” I yelled. I hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I grabbed a wash rag and cleaned myself off. After that I got dressed as quickly as I could and opened the door to find Tiffany and Sarah standing out in the hall wearing long shirts and flip flops, with beach towels around their shoulders.
“Hey Josh,” Sarah piped up, “We’re about to go swimming and we were wondering if you could come with us.”
“I don’t know, girls. It’s been a long day and I’m getting tired.” I lied.
Both of my cousins let a whiny tone creep into their voices and simultaneously said, “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Okay, okay. You win. Just let me get changed and I will meet you guys in the lobby.” Their eyes lit up and they readily agreed, rushing off down the hall towards the elevators. I closed the door with a resigned chuckle and began to change into my swim trunks. After that I threw on a white t-shirt and some flip flops, grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, and headed down to the lobby to meet up with them.
When we entered the room that contained the resort’s indoor pool, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the three of us were the only ones there. I turned to the girls and asked, “Are uncle Tom and aunt Cyn going to join us?”
“No, they were tired and decided to go to bed.” Sarah replied.
Having said that both girls dropped their towels and their room key on the nearest table and shimmied out of their shirts, letting me see their bathing suits for the first time. Sarah’s suit was very fitting with her personality. it was a modest one-piece, and a drab, olive green in color, which was very much in line with her shy and reserved nature. When I turned to look at Tiffany, however, I had to suck in a breath and consciously keep my mouth from hanging open. Just like Sarah’s bathing suit was very fitting of her personality, so, too, was Tiffany’s. She was wearing a bright, almost neon, pink bikini that matched her vibrant and out-going character, and the amount skin it showed left me temporarily unable to remember how to breathe and I was fighting very hard not to spring a massive erection right there in front of her. now that there wasn’t a shirt to cover her up I could see that she was amazingly fit, due to all the sports she played. her stomach was flat and tight with abs that, though they were clearly defined, were not so defined as to reduce her femininity.
In part to show off the fact that I was in pretty good shape myself, and partly to block my view of Tiffany and give me a chance to get my head on straight, I stripped off my own shirt and tossed it on the table with the rest of our stuff. When I turned back I found two sets of eyes glued to my abdomen.
“Geez, Josh. Have you been working out?” Tiffany asked in a voice that I could only describe as husky.
With a smile and a generous helping of false modesty, I replied, “Yeah, a little.” I had always been a wiry guy so even though my muscles weren’t bulging they were sharply defined and hard as rock.
“Wow, I’ll bet you have a ton of girls lining up to date you.” Sarah chipped in.
I couldn’t help but laugh and replied, “Less than you’d think.”
“Really?” Tiffany chirped in disbelief, “How many girlfriends have you had since you joined the navy?”
Figuring that honesty was the best policy I simply said, “None.”
“Aw. How come?”
“Because I’m shy and have all the social skills of a retarded hermit crab.” I said, and since this conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn, added on, “Are we going to stand around talking all night or are we going to go for a swim?”
Without waiting for a response I turned and dove into the pool headfirst, and I was quickly followed by Sarah and then Tiffany. For the next couple of hours we enjoyed ourselves and were splashing around and laughing almost non stop, and I relaxed enough that I was almost able to look at Tiffany and see only my goofy cousin, whom I loved. Almost. Then the inevitable happened and as I snuck up behind Tiffany and grabbed her around the waist to throw her, my hands slipped up her body because of the water and before I knew what was happening I was standing behind her with a soft yet firm breast grasped in each hand. I was instantly s hard as I have ever been in my life and quickly let go and jumped back, apologizing profusely in the process.
“Relax!” she laughed, “It was an honest accident so no harm done.”
We continued to laugh and joke around and I hoped fervently that she wouldn’t look down and see the raging hard-on I sported before it had a chance to fade. We stayed in the pool for about an hour after that and if she ever did look down and see that I was pitching a tent in my trunks for most of that time she never said anything, so I quit worrying about it and just had fun. When we all finally went back to our rooms for the night I masturbated again, imagining the feel of her perfect breasts in my hands before I finally dropped of to sleep.
The next day my own parents arrived at the resort, along with the rest of the families that would be joining us and visiting and catching up with everyone kept me so occupied that I had not time to spend with Tiffany, for which I was both grateful and a little disappointed.
Once everyone was settled in my grandpa revealed our schedule for the rest of the trip. It seemed that he filled every waking hour with all the fun activities that Corpus Christi had to offer leading up to the night of their anniversary. I opted to spend most of that time away from Tiffany, since I figured that the less time I spent with her the smaller the chance was for me to get myself in trouble. However, it was impossible to avoid her completely without making it obvious that I was doing so, and every night when we returned to the resort after the days activities, without fail, she and Sarah would show up at the door to my room and beg me to go swimming with them. I learned very quickly that while we were wrestling around in the pool I could touch her as much as I wanted and no one thought it out of the ordinary. it quickly became my favorite part of the day and over the course of our vacation I had a few more “slip-ups” that ended with me fondling her in ways no cousin should touch another, but since they were all supposedly accidents nobody was the wiser and no feelings got hurt.
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