Me and My Cousin_(4)

For that entire summer, my cousin Jess was staying with us. Her parents were divorced (as were mine) and she lived with her mom (as did I), but she lived in California and I lived in Pennsylvania. Her mom was going to have to travel alot that summer to try and earn a promotion, and most of Jess’s friends would be away that summer. I was 15 that summer, and so was Jess.
Jess was almost always smiling and giggled, but also she tended to cry at the end of Disney movies. She seemed to be completely ignorant to the idea of sexual pleasure. Boy was I in for a rude awakening. Well, I guess it was more of a suprisingly pleasent awakening, like sleeping in late on a snow day.
She was a stunning creature. At 15 she seemed to almost be a woman. She had wavy brown hair that came to her shoulders, but would have reached much further straightened. She had the huge tits that ran in my family. It seemed that she had the perfect amount of fat on her, enough to give her you seductive curves, enough to make her warm to the touch, but it was as thought god had meticulously placed each cell, leaving no space lacking and none with excess. As a younger teen she had suffered from acne, but now her face, in fact, her whole body, was covered in smooth fair skin. She was neither tall, nor short.
As if she wasn’t attractive enough, the fact that she was my own cousin, and that I had such incestious thoughts, just aroused me further.
The paticular day this story speaks of was on the first Thursday she was with us. My mom was out to work (she worked every weekday from 10-6). We decided to go out in the woods behind our house. It was a preety large forest, with most of the volume lying behind our house. This made it so our house was relatively close to the rest of the houses around. Jess didn’t have any nearby forests were she lived, and she always loved to go in ours when she was over.
She wore a white tank (white no bra, I would later discover) and a pair of absurdly short and tight, jean cut offs.