Younger cousin and I

It was a long journey, travelling to a member of the family’s place for my annual yearly holiday. I was particularly looking forward to it this year because, being a particularly enthusiastic horse rider, I would be competing in my first ever equestrian contest. I was understandably nervous, but also excited because I was almost certain I’d do well.

After 6 hours of travelling, I arrived at the train station where I would be met by my uncle and cousins, who were un identical twins. As usual, Hannah jumped on me with an overly enthusiastic greeting, while Zoe hung back and just said hello shyly, as she normally does. They were 9 this year, and growing up more and more every time I saw them. They were both beginning to grow breasts, having small mounds where they would be, but Hannah’s were slightly larger than Zoe’s. Hannah was all round more grown up than Zoe, being a good 2 or 3 inches taller, with long legs and was skinny due to being a dancer and had long mousy brown hair and big blue eyes, while Zoe was a bit on the slightly larger side, with shorter blonde hair and big brown eyes.

I have to admit, I never have liked Hannah that much despite the fact that she is my cousin, because she’s always been a spoilt brat who always shows off. Also, I don’t care much for dancing either. Zoe, however, shared my enthusiasm for horse riding and we would often go out for a canter in the fields behind their own field off the back of the farmhouse that they lived in. despite being horribly shy, I always managed to get Zoe to talk, and she said she always looked forward to me coming to visit them because she said it got lonely going riding on her own without anyone to talk to.

That first week I was up there was particularly uneventful because no one could do much because the weather was pretty bad. I could only get out to practise for the contest once or twice, which was a bit of a let down because I wanted to get in all of the practice that I could so that I would have a better chance of winning.