My Cousin Jacqui

About every other summer, my cousin would visit for a couple of weeks from Texas. This year, Jacqui and I were both 16. I was in awe of how beautiful she had become. She was my height, 5′- 8″ and slender. Her waist length hair was so dark it looked almost black, but in the sunlight reddish highlights seemed to sparkle. She had legs that didn’t end with an athletic tone to her whole body. Her pert breasts were about a 34C. I knew all this because I often found relief while fantasizing about her. She was bold, and thought it funny to make me blush by saying or doing sensual things while we were around other people. She could say something out loud, but in a way that only I could hear, and then laugh at me when I blushed at her banter. We always got along very well, but I knew my erotic dreams would never be realized–I would never try anything with my cousin.

I worked during the summers, usually doing farm or ranch work. One day, I arrived home after everyone else had already eaten and had scattered doing their own thing. I heated leftovers and ate alone in the kitchen, wondering why it was so quite in the house. I assumed the family had taken Jacqui to visit a neighbor or something and decided to shower and change before they returned. Living in the desert, I prefer to shower outdoors, weather permitting and tonight the situation was perfect. Undressing in my room, I made sure no one was in sight as I slipped a towel around my waist, gathered soap and shampoo, and headed into the backyard. It was dark, I had turned off the lights on that side of the house, and I threw my towel over a lawn chair, walked to the faucet and adjusted the water for my shower. Our well water was stored in a tank on a wooden tower, and became quite warm during the day. This made for an awesome bathing experience.

I wet my body from head to toe and dropped the water-hose into the grass. Taking the bar of soap, I lathered myself completely and bent to retrieve the water to rinse. I thought I heard a gasp behind me and turned quickly to see if someone were there. I couldn’t see anyone, and assumed that I had soap in my ear or something. I rinsed the soap from my head and face, feeling the tickle as water trickled through my ass crack and down my legs. The temperature of the water was sensational, and I took my time, rinsing my cock and ball sack especially well. A slight breeze began to stir and I felt my skin turn to goose-flesh, my nipples hardening under the cool air. My cock began to stir, raising above his previous half-mast position to almost fully erect. I thought I heard something again, and turned to investigate. Without a flashlight, I peered into the darkness, but again saw nothing.

I shampooed my hair, the lather thick, rich, and fragrant. Rinsing again, the water against my skin stirred sensations over my whole body as it trickled, running across my exposed flesh onto the grass at my feet. I spread my legs and allowed the warmth to soak my skin at every point of contact and relished in the wonderful feelings this provided to my fully naked body. I stroked myself slowly, then realizing that I’d taken longer than usual, and knowing that my family might return at any moment, I dropped the hose and reached for the towel draped over the back of the chair, except–it wasn’t there! I quickly looked to see if I’d dropped it into the grass, knowing that my shower would be wasted if I had.

Searching revealed that the towel had truly disappeared. Thinking that I may have dropped it and mis-remembered placing it on the chair, I walked to the faucet and turned the water off. My erect cock bouncing with each step. I slipped my feet into my Sperry-Top siders and retraced my steps toward the house, watching the ground intently, hoping to come across my missing wrap. A stone wall surrounded our house and I heard an odd rustling outside the yard as I neared the backdoor. I sat the soap and shampoo on the steps and walked toward the un-gated opening to investigate the sound, still naked.

To my left, and past the corner of the fence, I heard the rustling noise again. I walked toward the sound, hoping no one would show up and catch me wandering nude through the yard. It was really dark, and I could barely see my own hands as I turned the corner and caught a brief shadow moving swiftly away from the house and toward the equipment barn in the rear. I didn’t see anything again, but remembered I had a clean pair of coveralls hanging in the barn and decided to retrieve them to wear back into the house. Both roll-up doors were down, so I opened the smaller personnel door on the right and stepped into the semi-darkness inside.