Sinful Needs of the Flesh Chapter 1

My wife Amanda is, quite frankly, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. No other woman I’ve ever met has ever come close to matching her hotness…her perfect 34C tits, toned ass, washboard 6-pack abs, her naturally tan skin and freckles… and her beautiful face. And a wonderful personality and humility that actually exceeds her physical perfection.

But when I was 22 (a fairly long time ago!), I met a girl who a completely took my heart. I was in love with her at first sight.

Her name is Samantha. She’s my cousin.

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I grumbled to myself as I finished unpacking the rental car. I had just finished my 3rd year of college. There were many other things that I wanted to do this summer, and spending a week in California with my parents for a family reunion wasn’t exactly on the top of my list. I had never been close to my extended family on my father’s side. My parents and I lived on the East Coast, and the rest of his family were clustered in California, with some random family members in between. I basically never knew any of my aunts, uncles, or cousins while growing up and, quite frankly, it never bothered me. I never even gave it anything thought.

The flight itself was 5 hours—not including the damn 2 hr layover in Chicago—and after we finally landed, it took another 3 long hours to claim our baggage, pick up our rental car, and drive to the campsite where the reunion was being held.

The campsite was actually a resort. Situated on the coast, it consisted of a large, luxurious-looking hotel with a huge campground surrounding it. The entire property had direct access to a pristine beach that seemed to have perfect sand. All in all, I had to admit that the resort was scenic and gorgeous, and I started feeling better about the trip.

My father had a bad back at the time, so I discovered we had reservations for a hotel room. I assumed we’d be toughing it out in the sticks for the entire week, so I was a bit surprised. But I was fine with it. Less hassle than camping.

We checked it, quickly freshened up, and began walking around the premises looking for family. It was the middle of summer, so the resort was packed. Throngs of people were everywhere. But we randomly encountered family members…aunts, uncles, and cousins whom I hadn’t seen since I was a child or had never bet before…and there were hugs, laughter, and lots of catching up with my parents. I smiled, and tried to act interested.

These people were, after all, my family.

At one point, after my parents and I had wandered onto the campgrounds, we found ourselves talking with my Uncle Bruce, who was my father’s younger brother. I barely remembered him. I knew he was married to a woman nabbed Tabitha, whose face I could barely remember, and that they had a daughter named Breanne, whose was slightly older than me and whose face I definitely did not remember.

As my parents and I made conversation with Uncle Bruce, I suddenly noticed a girl hovering nearby. She was tall, around my height at 6’2, and athletic-looking, and her long blonde hair was braided into a side ponytail. She was wearing a thick pink hooded sweatshirt, so I couldn’t make out how big her tits were, but she was wearing cut off denim shorts that were rolled tantalizing up her leg, showing off her muscular thighs. But the thing I noticed was her flawless face.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My parents’ conversation with my Uncle Bruce quickly became vague background notice as I gazed admiringly at her, feeling a tightness quickly developing in the front of my pants. In fact, I stared at her until she noticed and made eye contact with me. I smirked at her, not bothering to hide the fact that I was undressing her with my eyes, and boldly letting her know what was on my mind,.

She blushed, which was such a beautiful sight, and covered her mouth to hide her embarrassed grin. There was something peculiar about her reaction, and I suddenly felt suspicious.

Uncle Bruce turned to the girl and beckoned her over. She approached us, smiling angelically, and came to stand right next to me. I was so awestruck by her physical appearance that I didn’t comprehend yet where this was leading.

“Dear, come meet your family… Uncle Ned and Aunt Tina,” my uncle said to his daughter. Then he gestured towards me to my sudden horror. “And this is your cousin.”

Cousin.

Damn it!

I was hoping to make this a trip to remember by getting to know this girl and hopefully fucking her before I returned home, but that fantasy, obviously just went down the drain.

I shifted awkwardly as I desperately tried to save face. “Hi….uh, Breanne, right?”

My cousin laughed, and it still took my heart away. She spoke, and had a very pretty voice. “No, Breanne is my older sister. I’m Samantha. But you can call me Sam or Sami. It’s nice to meet you…cousin.” She said the last part with a subtle trace of humor, as if she was the only one in on the joke.

I looked at my feet, desperately hoping no one noticed my blushing.

My parents and uncle chatted for a bit longer. Uncle Bruce mentioned that Breanne would be arriving on her own later that day, but a look of sadness and disappointment briefly flashed across his face. Quickly recovering so no one would notice it, he joked that I probably wouldn’t recognize his older daughter since I had only been around 3 years old since I last saw her.

Samantha, or Sami as I called her, simply stood next to me and grinned at me. Clearly, she was relishing in my discomfort.

Eventually, Uncle Bruce said to his daughter, “Sam, why don’t you show your cousin around for a bit? Just make sure you both make it to the conference room at the hotel by 5pm. That’s where we’re meeting with the rest of the family and having dinner.”

Despite my dismay that this gorgeous girl was my blood relative, I still looked at her hopefully.

To my delight, she said, “Sure, dad! We’ll be there on time. See you soon, Uncle Ned and Auntie Tina!”

“Stay out of trouble,” my mother told us playfully as she turned and left with my father and uncle.

Once they were gone, I looked at Sami. She was still openly smirking at me. I coughed and fidgeted nervously, trying to think of something flippant to say.

“Aaawwwkkkaaarrrdddd…” she teased me, drawing out the word.

In spite of everything, I began to chuckle, and we burst into laughter together. The awkwardness suddenly vanished.

“I’m really sorry about earlier. I had no freakin’ clue you’re my cousin!”

“How about let’s try this again, but without the sexual tension?” She extended her hand to me. “Hi, I’m your cousin Sami.”

I shook her hand and told her my name.

After we exchanged initial pleasantries, we began to talk as she gave me an impromptu tour of the campgrounds and beach. I learned that Sami was almost 19, which was why I didn’t remember her; she hadn’t even been born yet the last time I saw my Uncle Bruce and Aunt Tabitha! She had just graduated from high school, and would be attending University of Southern California in the fall, which wasn’t too far from her home, but far enough to be away from the watchful eyes of her parents. Breanne, who was older than her by almost 5 years, was her only sibling.

Sami had an extremely open and easygoing personality, and within the first 15 minutes of meeting her, I felt as if I had known her for years. I found myself as sexually attracted to my cousin as I had ever been to any female, and I had to keep reminding myself that she was family.

Sami, in turn, asked me questions about my life, including family, school, and, personal life. She appeared surprised that my parents and I had no family living close to us, not even from my mother’s side. In contract, Sami had lots of extended family living close by in California and, for the first time ever, I began feeling a sense of longing, regarding family.

I talked to my cousin about school, and how I was entering my 3rd year of undergraduate studies, and that I had pledged a fraternity my second year. I talked about my girlfriend, whom I had met as school. Sami seemed particularly interested about her and asked a lot of questions about my girlfriend. At one point, I wanted to tell my cousin that my girlfriend wasn’t nearly as attractive as she was—not by a long shot—but I didn’t want to be a total creep.

We eventually found ourselves strolling on the beach, sandals in hand. The sun was high in the sky, but the temperature was perfect. The sand felt pure and soft between my toes. Waves were higher and more powerful than anything I had ever seen on the East Coast crashed resoundingly. Surfers were everywhere, and I marveled at all the fit, beautiful bodies, both male and female, all around us. Perhaps it was just my perception, but it seemed as though almost everyone on the beach, including Sami, could pass for a model. As I stood next to my hot cousin, watching all the glistening skin frolicking on the beach, I feel another stirring in my shorts.

So this is what California is like, I thought contently to myself.

Sami noticed me peering out into the blue ocean. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” She spoke softly.

I looked at her profoundly, without even realizing, and smiled. “Yes. Yes it is.”

She merely blushed and looked at the sparkling waters with me in silence.

After a while, Sami suddenly asked me, “Do you surf?”

I snorted. “I wish! About the only thing I do at the beach is splash around in the water and kick sand.”

Sami pursed her lips. “You definitely gotta try it while you’re here in Cali. Meet me right here tomorrow, I’ll give you a crash course in surfing.” She paused, then quickly added, “If you like.”

The idea of learning how to surf almost excited me as much as the thought of my cousin in a bikini.

Almost.

“That sounds totally awesome. I’d like that lot.

It was close to 5pm, so we made our way back to the hotel. We located the conference room, and I was fairly stunned to find it jam packed with people. I never realized I had such a huge family!

Family whom I barely knew or had never met before.

But Sami seemed to know them all. She hugged and laughed with and spoke with everyone who came our way. Strangely, I began to feel like an outsider, a stranger to my own extended family. But my cousin quickly sensed my discomfort, and my overall shyness around large groups of people, so she started making a concerted effort to introduce me to everyone and involve me in conversations.

Looking back on that kind but simple act, I appreciate it even more now, all these years later.

“Hey, Sam!”

We were looking for our parents when Sami turned around.