A Cousin's Reunion 2 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 2

... the cement stoop in front of the door. She reached up behind her neck and untied the top of her suit, letting the material fall, exposing her breasts as she reached behind her to undo the tie around her back. I watched as she took it completely off, her tits wiggling slightly as she turned to hang it on the clothes line right by the back door. Still facing away from me, she bent over, pushing her bottoms off, and sliding them down her legs, her cute tanned ass sticking out at me, the white triangle of her untanned skin acting as a billboard pointing toward her pussy lips which were sticking out at me from between her legs. She stood up and hung her bottoms over the line before stepping into the cottage, leaving me standing with my hardon tenting out my wet swim trunks. "Damn." I muttered to myself as I turned to start cleaning fish. I had cleaned a lot of fish and it didn't take me too long to work them down to boneless filets and to bury the remains to keep the skunks from dragging them around. "Don't wear your wet suit in here." Julie called from in front of the little gas stove in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her body from her armpits to her knees. "And how am I suppose to not do that with my hands full of fish?" I asked as I stood in the doorway with several pounds of fish filets cradled in my hands. "Here, I'll help you." She said, stepping over to the door. Before I could protest, as if I would have, she pushed my swim suit down, exposing my cock which was ...

... quickly growing back to attention. I lifted each foot in turn to step out of it before she stood back up and stepped through the door to hang it on the line. "There." She said simply as he stepped back into the kitchen. "Now you won't drip all over the floor." "Yeah, but I'm kind of naked." I objected as I walked to the sink and dropped the fish into the sink. "You didn't seem bothered by that a little while ago. In fact it seemed like you wanted to be sure that I got to look at you the whole time I was putting my suit back on." She said with a grin as she moved back to the stove, pouring oil into the frypan on the front burner. "Yeah, but we were both naked then." I complained. "Fine!" she said with a huff, walking off and coming back a few moments later with a towel. She handed me the towel to wrap around myself before turning back to dropping the sliced potatoes into the hot oil. I only half paid attention to what I was doing, washing the fish, as I watched her work realizing it was the first time I had ever seen her cooking before. I had lots of experience myself, having lived on my own for a while, but I had no idea she was as adept in the kitchen as she was demonstrating. I watched her work, the towel wrapped tight over the tops of her tits, the thin material of the beach towel allowing me to see them wiggle slightly as she moved. I idly wondered if she had put any underwear on under the towel and decided that she probably hadn't, making my cock grow even harder, tenting out ...