Cousins 30 Years Later Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Cousins 30 Years Later Pt. 01

... giving me the perfect view of that cleavage. Frozen momentarily, I raised my arm reaching for her hand to help her get in without slipping to which she responded "My cousin the gentleman" with a grin on her face. Being a crisp early October night, the hot tub felt amazing only departing to refill our drinks. We smoked a joint and Rachel stretched her legs out and placed her feet right beside me.

Her smooth sexy legs popping out of the water slightly and an even better view of her chest. Using her foot, it sprung out of the water to splash me and she couldn't stop laughing. Asking what I was going to do about it, I remembered how ticklish she was so I grabbed her feet. Unable to contain herself, she squirmed out of her seat and Rachel started to stand up. In the process, her bikini top string caught the clip on the size of the jacuzzi where the cover normally locks in, causing her top to become undone. Slipping enough to reveal her left boob in its entirety, the jacuzzi lights reflecting off the soaked tit making it shine like diamond. Rachel didn't notice right away but I had to tell her no matter how wonderful that view in front of me was.

With the blank stare on my face and before I could muster the words, Rachel asks "What?" to which all I could do was point slowly in the direction. Looking down and finally noticing Rachel quickly covered it up before turning around and asking to help tying it back up, clearly embarrassed. I told her it was "Okay and shit happens" ...

... and we started giggling. That must have lightened the mood because after downing her wine and finishing the joint, Rachel turned the awkwardness around on me. "I bet they look a little different now, eh Brian?" winking at me as the words came out, continuing with "Probably a bit bigger?" referring to the fact she hadn't grown tits the last time I saw her naked.

All I could do was nod my head and agree then downed my drink. I liked what I saw and she knew it. Drinks were empty, joint was done so the two of us moved inside to get changed and decide what to do next. I freshened up so didn't smell like chlorine, threw on grey sweatpants and a hoody before heading back to the kitchen to prepare more drinks. Rachel came out shortly after wearing just pajama shorts and a tight shirt holding a blanket. "It feels like we are kids again, want to put on a movie? We don't have a curfew." Rachel asks as I hand her fresh drink to which I immediately agreed.

We enter the living room and that's when I notice the blanket she brought out. It was the blanket we always shared growing up, experimenting. Before I could sit across from her, Rachel patted her hand on the couch telling me to come sit with her. I felt that rush again, the rush of excitement and hopped over. "Remember this blanket, Brian? We used to snuggle in it" as she starts scrolling Netflix. Pretending I didn't notice right away, I say "Ohhhh yeah! Took me a bit but now I remember that blanket, holy shit as if you still have ...