A Cousin's Reunion 3 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 3

... smile as I untied the boat from the dock and dropped into the driver's seat. "So where are we going, up above?" "I was going to go across and try the back bay, but if you want to go up above I'm game." I said. Over the years the lake had changed as had we all. The ice had pulled or cut off most of the trees that used to make up the woods that were flooded when the reservoir filled. If you knew where you were going you could still make it back up to the old fishing spots, but for some reason they weren't as productive as they had been years before. I fired the engine up and idled out away from the dock before cranking on the throttle and pushing the big V hull up on plane. "You mind if I sit in the bow?" Julie asked over the wind noise from the passenger seat. "Help yourself!" I called back. She got up and stepped through the open windshield and settled in the very bow, leaning back and letting the wind blow down the oversized neck hole of her shirt, billowing it out and letting the tail flap in the wind. I had to pay attention to my driving, but from this angle it was impossible not to notice that she had on a pair of very small tight spandex shorts and absolutely no bra. I was able to see right up her shirt to her bare tits, which were bouncing and wiggling with each bounce of the bow. By the time I had to back off to go under the railroad bridge my shorts were filled with a huge hardon and I took a quick grab to try to adjust myself to a more comfortable position. I ...

... cranked the throttle open again and we headed down the channel, making the long sweeping turns between the stump filled mudflats that were hills before the reservoir was flooded. Some of the flats got down as shallow as two feet, while others were twenty feet deep, but just as hazardous with their water logged trees still sticking up, but cut off by the ice just a few feet below the water level. An unsuspecting boater getting out of the channel was usually in for huge repair bills. I rolled off the main channel into the cut that worked back and forth toward the upper dam, the old channel partly silted in and most of the marker trees long gone. My GPS and depth finder were all that kept me out of the hidden underwater trees. About half way up the slot I shut down the engine and got ready to fish, moving to the stern and putting down the little gas kicker. "Here you go!" I said over the noise of the engine, handing her a rod with a bait already attached. I kicked the engine in gear and started working my way deeper into the cut, dragging the baits over the undulating bottom and across the mudflats. "It is certainly hot out here." Julie said after an hour or so of fishing and catching up on what had been going on in each of our lives since the last time we saw each other. "Yeah. The sun is almost brutal today." I agreed. "I think your starting to burn. Do you need some sunscreen?" she asked sweetly. "Yeah I probably should." I said, moving to shut down the engine. "Oh don't do that. ...