It all started when we flew down to the Florida coast to spend two weeks with my uncle. During the flight I kept my nose buried in the book I was reading, barely noticing the clouds outside the window. Then Dad’s voice cut through my concentration as he talked about how beautiful the place was and how I would finally see my cousin Ryan again. I remembered Ryan then. We used to argue a lot when we were kids. The last time I saw him I was still a teenager and so was he. I pushed the memory aside and went back to my book.
When we arrived I could not take my eyes off Ryan. He had changed completely. Broad shoulders, hard muscle under his t-shirt, sharp cheekbones, and those same intense eyes. He had always been good-looking, but now he looked like a man. Something tight and warm twisted low in my stomach. I realized I was attracted to my own cousin. I told myself he would never look at me that way, even though I knew I looked good. Dark hair, blue eyes, full red lips, sun-kissed skin, long legs, a tight round ass, a narrow waist, and full C-cup breasts I took care of the same way Mom always had. I liked attention from guys, but I had never been easy. I had never even kissed anyone on the mouth.
Ryan and I started spending almost every day together. We walked the beach, swam in the warm ocean, and he taught me how to shoot his air rifle in the backyard. I started catching him looking at me longer than he should. That night I decided to push a little. Everyone was already downstairs waiting for dinner when Ryan came up to call me. I was standing in front of the mirror in a tight black dress I could not quite zip. I asked him to help. His fingers brushed my bare back as he pulled the zipper up slowly. Heat flooded between my legs for the first time because of him. I still went down to dinner like nothing had happened.
Later that night I locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and slid my hand between my thighs while I thought about the way his hands had felt on my skin. I came quietly with his name on my lips.
The next afternoon he called me to go swimming. I put on the smallest bikini I owned. When we were in the water he swam up behind me, settled his hands on my waist, and pulled me back against his chest. His mouth found the side of my neck. It felt so good I almost melted, but I pulled away. He caught me again and kissed me properly this time, deep and hungry. I tried to push at his chest, but he was stronger, and the longer I stayed in his arms the less I wanted to leave them.
The morning after that I showered and slipped into a short sundress. When I stepped out of the bathroom Ryan was waiting in the hallway. He said he needed to talk. We sat on the edge of my bed. He told me he had been crazy about me since the second I got out of the car, that my body drove him insane, and that the bikini had finished him. I looked at him for a long second and then said I would meet him at the beach later.
I changed into another tiny swimsuit and walked into the water where he was already waiting. This time I kissed him first. We stayed locked together for a long time before his mouth moved down my neck. He peeled the top of my bikini down and sucked my nipples until I was shaking. Then he went lower, tugged my bottoms off, and put his mouth on my pussy right there in the shallow water. I came hard against his tongue, biting my lip so no one on the shore would hear.
He carried me up onto the empty stretch of sand behind the dunes. When he realized I was still a virgin he looked almost stunned. He told me to trust him, that he would go slow. Then he pushed his thick cock inside me in one firm thrust. The sharp pain made me cry out, but it faded fast and pure need took its place. I wrapped my legs around him and held on while he fucked me deep and steady. I do not know how long it lasted. When he finally pulled out he came across my tits in thick ropes. I was still shaking when I rolled onto my knees, took him in my mouth, and cleaned every drop.
After that neither of us could stop.
