A Cousin
From Torg Adventure
I remember the day it started. My cousin Sarah and I were swimming at her parents' house. She climbed out of the pool, glistening with water, and brushed her wet hair away from her face.
She was wearing a black, one-piece bathing suit that looked like a high-gloss paint job on her slim, young body. She was only five feet tall, about a hundred pounds, with short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and small breasts. But oh, could they work wonders for me. Then, I got the biggest shock of my life.
"John!" She called, "Check these out!" and she flashed me. I couldn't believe it. My beautiful cousin, subject of my fantasies, had just flashed me her tits.
"What the hell are you doing?" I said, "What if someone saw you?"
"Like who?" She was right. She was alone for two months out here, a whole summer, while her parents went on a cruise. She called me after two days of being alone and invited me to stay until her parents got back, to ward off the boredom. There weren't even any neighbours for about a mile in any direction. Just forest, and a tiny acre of cleared land for the house.
"Okay, but isn't flashing your cousin one of the things that you're just not supposed to do?" I asked.
"Oh, so I probably shouldn't do this, either." With that, she pulled aside the bottom of the bating suit and stuck two fingers into her dripping pussy, right in front of my eyes. All I could do was stare. "Besides, you don't seem to have a problem with it." I opened my mouth to protest, but I realised that she was right. "Ooh, this thing is tight," She said, tugging at the bathing suit, "Will you help me get it off? Then I can help you with yours..."
Do you help your cousin strip?
