Cousins Forever: A hot summers day

“Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, Watch your heartache drip, can’t keep away”


I don’t know how it happened, it just did. In the summer of my 17th year I had my first sexual experience with the girl of my dreams. The only problem was that she was my Cousin.



It was a hot summer’s day in the middle of July as I sat on my back deck slowly sipping on a beer I had snuck from my father’s beer fridge in the garage. No one was home but me. It had been like this every weekday since school had let out for the summer. Electing not to get a summer job I now spent most of my time drinking beer, jacking off, and swimming in our pool.

I was a good looking guy, tall and athletic, but for some reason I had never gotten around to having sex. Sure I had had girlfriends, but none of them for long enough to do anything other than make out and receive the occasional hand job. That was all fine and dandy up until recently, the occasional hand job, and the multiple jack-off sessions were just not doing it for me anymore. I needed something more real, more tangible.

I checked my watch, 5:15; my parents would be home from work soon. Deciding to take a quick dip in the pool before heading inside, I quickly gulped down the last few mouthfuls of Guinness, and dived into our in-ground pool. I resurfaced and swam to the other end. Jumping out I dried off, disposed of the empty beer bottle, and was just heading in the sliding patio door as I heard my mom’s corolla pull into the drive way. I quickly darted down the stairs to the solitude that was my basement bedroom. In the right corner was my bed, on the left a couch and TV, and on the far wall was my computer. It was a powerful machine; Intel quad core processor, 4 gigs of ram, the latest nvidia graphics card, and a spacious terabyte of hard drive to boot. The sad thing about it was, I only used the damned thing to watch porn, a waste of technology if I ever saw one.

After having a quick jack session to some bimbo getting banged by some guy with a big dick and a thin moustache, I cleaned up my mess and decided to watch a few sports highlights. I sat down on the cool leather couch and watched TSN until I was called up for supper.

Dinner was quiet as usual. Aside from the usual interrogative question from my mom or dad, I was able to eat my spaghetti in relative peace.

“What are your plans for tonight?” my mother asked as she scraped the last bit of sauce from her plate.
“I don’t know,” I replied through the last bite of my second helping. “Me and some of the guys might go and see a band down at the guild.” The guild was a local spot to see some pretty good local bands outside of bars, which my friends and I couldn’t get into due to the fact that we were minors.

“Well whatever you do don’t be out to late, you have to pick your cousin Jenna up at the airport tomorrow morning. She’s staying here for the next few weeks.”

“And you were going to tell me when.”

“I didn’t know she was coming until yesterday,” mom retorted. “Please try to be nice to her, maybe show her around.”

Well there goes my privacy for the next few weeks I thought as I put away my dishes in the dishwasher. I would be stuck chauffeuring my cousin around to different places like the mall, and the boardwalk. Jenna was a year younger than me and I hadn’t seen her since I was 6 at the last big reunion. She was from England, where my grandparents and mother were from. It was going to be an annoying few weeks.

“Fine,” I finally said reluctance.

“Thanks, dear,” my mom said as I ran down stairs to my room.

I set about getting ready for the show, slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Spraying on my old spice body spray I headed out for the show still dreading the day to come.

The next morning I woke up and drove my shitty old Honda to the airport. Inside the lobby I waited for the plane to land. Sipping on a Pepsi I had bought from the vending machine, I held my sign that read “Jenna Smith” hoping it wouldn’t take too long for her to notice it. A steady stream of passengers filed through the doors marked “International- Port 2” I looked for any signs of a teenage girl, but it was mostly old people coming from England to the Maritimes for vacation.

I waited, and finally the last passenger to file through the door was a teenage girl indeed. My cock almost lurched at the sight. She had beautiful brown hair in a cute pony tail, piercing blue eyes searching lobby for my sign. She wore a tight “Rolling Stones” T-shirt over her well developed breasts. Her belly button was visible, pierced with a little metal stud. I continued to gaze at her letting my eyes slip down to her perfect waste line and hips. Her blue jeans conformed to her shapely hips and legs, giving a new meaning to the word sexy. Maybe these next few weeks wouldn’t be so bad after all I thought to myself as I watched her walk… towards me! My eyes darted up and I met her gaze, she had seen my sign and was hurrying towards me, backpack swung across her back. Had she seen me looking at her, I hope not it wouldn’t be a very good first impression especially for a cousin.

She reached me and put out her hand. “Hi, you must be John,” she said in a surprisingly sexy English accent, her luscious lips forming a smile on her pretty face.

“You must be Jenna,” I managed, still shocked at her appearance. Most of the females in the family, with the exception of my mother, were complete dogs. Jenna was clearly another of those exceptions.

“You like the Stones to?” she asked.

“Wha…”

“I saw you looking at my shirt,” she continued.

“Sure I do, I like mostly their mid-period stuff with Mick Taylor on guitar, you know “Sticky Fingers,” “Exile on Main St.” All that good stuff.”

“I know what you mean,” she replied.