A Cousin's Reunion 3 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 3

... tried to pay attention to where I was driving the boat as I slowly rubbed the cream up and down her completely bare back, hoping she would also turn around and ask me to do the front of her. I worked my hand down her back to the top of her shorts and was about to stop there when she reached back and pulled them down almost to the middle of her ass. "Get there too." She said. "I don't want to get burned if my shorts move around when I do." "Sure." I answered as I continued to spread the white cream down across her tanned ass cheeks, turning my hand over and letting my fingers slide under the material until I was cupping most of her ass in my hand. "Thank you." She said suddenly, stepping away, but still facing away. She got more cream and rubbed it on her chest, shoulders and arms, all the time facing away from me so I couldn't see her chest. I watched her as she bent over to dig in her bag, getting a few quick glimpses of her tits and obviously hard nipples, before she stood up. She tied strings around her neck and back before turning around to face me again, this time in a lime green bikini top that was so tiny I wondered how it even covered her nipples. Each triangle was only a few inches on a side and most of her easily double D tits were exposed, the material covering her areola and nipples and not much more. I doubted that if she moved quickly that it would contain her massive tits. "Much better." She said as she sat down in the seat facing me and cast her rod out ...

... again. "Yeah, I agree." I agreed with a grin. "What's that mean?" She asked innocently. "Nothing." I answered quietly. "Oh come now. I heard you. Now what did you mean?" "It means I find your current attire much more pleasant to look at than before." I said with a chuckle. "I take it that was a compliment?" she asked with a crooked smile. "Oh yeah!" "Good." She said as she leaned back and propped her feet up on the engine cover. We were silent a long time as I worked the boat up and down the slot, dragging out baits across the flats. I felt an occasional hit, but nothing large enough to hook and keep until I went over a small creek bed that ran across one five foot deep mud flat. "Fish on!" I said as I killed the engine and stood up to fight the fish. Julie got up and dug out the landing net, stepping next to me and leaning over the side excitedly to see what I had on the line. "There it is." She said as she leaned over with the net, dipping it into the water and holding the mesh bag like a pro. I worked the fish toward the boat and she reached out to scoop under the fish lifting the wiggling struggling fish into the air before stepping back to lower it into the boat. It was a nice northern pike, but unfortunately not quite long enough to keep, being short by an inch. Only after I had it unhooked, being extremely careful of its mouth full of nasty teeth and returned to the water did I let my attention focus on Julie as she stood between the seats, leaning one arm on each side of ...