Who Needs Thailand

Who Needs Thailand?

Late last spring, at 23, I returned home from a year working in Thailand. The work and pay had been okay but, for me, who has a taste for under-aged pussy, living there had been absolute heaven. You’ve heard the stories and, let me tell you, they are all true, and more. I fucked so much sweet little Thai twat that I seriously considered taking out citizenship and staying there for good. But when my contract was up I got lazy about the whole thing and packed my bags and headed home.
Meanwhile, my dad had been given a work assignment in Australia for June and part of July, so my parents decided to tack a big Pacific Rim vacation on the end of it on their way home. I arrived home just before they were heading off, so we had a week of catching up and looking at my slides of the Far East before they were gone.
This left me with the whole summer to myself up at our cottage. It’s in lake country about five hours north of where we live. It’s gorgeous up there – trees, rocks, lakes – and the fishing, boating and hiking are supreme. Our cottage occupies a lot on both sides of a point that juts out into the lake. It’s couple of acres with hundreds of feet of waterfront. My older brother, Greg – he’s 34 – and his wife, Sue own the next lot over, so it’s all quite cozy.
As it turned out, I ended up buggering around in the city for a while, getting back up to speed with friends I hadn’t seen in a year, and drinking my head off. So I didn’t head up to the cottage until nearly the end of June.
I arrived late in the night, stowed all my stuff, had something to eat, and hit the hay. I was looking forward to a blissful summer of swimming, fishing, canoeing and, probably, checking out the summer action at the bars in the resorts and little towns nearby.
The next morning, after poking around the old place and getting reacquainted, I got into my bathing suit and headed down to the dock. From there, out around the point and into the bay where my brother’s place is, it’s about a 400-yard swim to a swimming raft we have anchored in the bay. I’m a good swimmer and it’s just the kind of workout that really pumps me up.
So I plunged in and headed off towards the point, swimming slowly because I knew I was a bit out of shape. It was a beautiful morning, and after I rounded the point, I turned over on my back and just did a lazy backstroke towards the raft, not really caring too much if I was pointed exactly in the right direction. The next thing I knew, someone was calling my name. I rolled over onto my front, treading water and realized the raft was off to my right a bit, about 25 yards away. It took me a few seconds to recognize the voice. Jesus, it was my dorky cousin Amy! Two years ago, the last time I saw her, she was an extremely annoying 11 year old who was constantly trying to get my attention. This was not how I pictured my vacation; my brother’s family must be here.
Anyway, hiding my disappointment, I hollered out a hello and swam around to the raft ladder and climbed up. I was stunned. Somebody had kidnapped my annoying cousin and replaced her with a sweet young thing sunbathing on the raft. She was clad in a bright yellow swimsuit that showed off her spectacular young body – long shapely legs, slim hips, perfect round little ass, and the perkiest tits you ever saw. They were so perky they pointed not just straight out, but upwards, I swear.
“Well, hi there, uh, Amy,” I sputtered with water streaming down my face and my prick coming awake.
“Hi, Rod,” she said shyly, looking up at me under the hand she held up to shade her eyes from the sun.
“Long time no see,” I said, continuing to really enjoy what I was seeing.
“Yeah,” she giggled. She sat up and looked at me and blushed, her pretty face framed in a mass of unruly blond curls.
We talked a bit and joked around, but it was awkward because we really didn’t know each other that much. Still, it was pretty clear that she was still really fascinated with me; she hung on my every word and laughed at even my lamest jokes. Finally, though, I decided to push off for the return swim.
“So, are your mom and dad up?” I asked. Stupid question since she was only 13 years old by my reckoning.
“My mom is, but daddy is out west for a few weeks. Justin is at camp,” she said.
“Oh,” I said, not really that interested.
I dove into the water and when I surfaced she was gazing at me with obvious disappointment. “See you around, eh?” I called out.
She stood up and waved, giving me another great view of her killer bod. “Yeah, see you – soon!”

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But the very next day, while lugging some stuff up the back porch steps, I missed my footing, fell off the side of the porch, and sprained my ankle badly. After getting myself into the medical clinic in the little town 15 miles away and getting my ankle immobilized, I got back to the cottage feeling really bummed out. I was going to be stuck there, having to lay around the cottage with my ankle all trussed up, waiting for the swelling to go down, for several days.
It was a real drag and, in my misery, I had completely forgotten about my intriguing young cousin in the sexy bathing suit. However, after four days of this, while I was lying out on a chaise on the deck, who should come walking up the path, but Amy.
“So, here you are,” she exclaimed. “I thought I must have scared you away the other day.” She mounted the steps, saw my ankle, and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Oh my god, what happened?” she wailed.
For a moment I just lay there staring at her. She had on this tiny tight tee shirt that stretched wonderfully across her succulent young boobs, and some ultra-short shorts made out of some kind of clingy material that made it impossible to look elsewhere. She came over beside the chaise and bent down to inspect my ankle, leaving me to gaze longingly at her long legs and smokin’ hot little behind.
“That looks really sore. What did you do?” she asked, throwing herself into the chair that faced me.
As she slouched down in the chair and gazed adoringly at me with those huge brown eyes of hers, she casually let her legs fall open. I just about choked – the clingy material covering her crotch was only about an inch and a half wide and it gaped ever so slightly at the sides, letting me see a hint of panties. I have to tell you that even a glimpse of the panties of a young girl makes me nuts – absolutely nuts. Right there and then, I vowed that I would devote my summer to seeing if I could find my way into my young cousin’s panties. Who was going to care if I was 23 and she was only 13? Nobody. The only thing that would matter would be if she wanted it or not. Maybe I was fooling myself, but I had a hunch I might get lucky.
“Oh, I just fell off the back porch,” I laughed, recovering from my hot reverie. She gently rocked one of her lovely slim legs back and forth sideways, looking at me curiously.
“Do you need any looking after? I could come over and help. You know, my mom is working down at the marina Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays for the whole summer. So I could be your nurse, if you’d like.” She smiled shyly and watched me hopefully.
What did I say about getting lucky? My prick was already stiffening up. I left her hanging just for a delicious split second and then pretended to relent.
“Sure, okay. That would be good.” I grinned.
“Oh, great,” she cried, jumping up from her chair and coming over to give me a hug. Wow, did she ever smell and feel good.
Our hug lingered just a bit longer than necessary. She looked at me, flustered and blushing, and stammered, “I-I’m just going to go tell mom that I found you and you’re okay – sort of.”
She ran down a couple of steps, and turned, her sweet little breasts almost pointing to the sky.