Brad exhaled, trying to release the sexual tension building in his body. Maggie, a friend of his cousin's, looked better than ever. She was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs, with one of those halter-type swim tops. Maggie definitely had a nice, athletic body that was oddly offset by large breasts, which Brad estimated to be a very full C-cup. Maggie was just 18, and her body, big boobs included, looked tight and well tanned.
Brad first met Maggie 3 years earlier, when his cousin Amy had brought Maggie to a family barbecue. Both of the girls sneaked drinks as the evening stretched into night, and by 9:30 Maggie was hammered and completely uninhibited, and she began making all sorts of outrageous statements. She really was quite funny. Brad's aunt had been a little pissed that the girls had been sneaking drinks, but the general good mood and funniness of the situation cooled her temper. As everyone headed to bed, Brad, his sister, and Amy and a drunk Maggie had retreated to the TV and were watching a movie.
Maggie had still been outrageous, and made an over-loud comment to Amy about how she might "End tonight on my knees with someone in your family". Amy had shushed her friend, but Brad was tempted, even though he knew he'd never do anything with a 15 year-old.
That was 3 years ago, and although Brad had seen Maggie a few times over the years, she was still too young for a guy in his twenties. He'd appreciatively eyed her developing body, but restricted his urges to occasional masturbation fantasies involving Maggie. This time however, Maggie was of age.
The only downside tonight, Brad thought, was that Maggie had made several comments about her new boyfriend, and it seemed that she was making a point of it. This party was similar to that night 3 years ago, with lots of friends and family, lots of alcohol, and great food. Although Maggie and Amy were still legally underage for legal drinking, nobody gave them any flak for it at the party, and the girls reveled in their freedom, downing several margaritas and daiquiris. Although she wasn't as goofy tonight, Maggie again became uninhibited, and occasionally bumped or rubbed her body against Brad. Brad could feel Amy watching, and kept his response low key. He didn't want any well-intentioned loyalty from his cousin to interfere with the sexual promise that was developing between he and Maggie.
After everyone had eaten, a late-night water volleyball match began in the pool, and Brad made sure he was on the same team as Maggie. A few bumps and lunges for the ball eventually resulted in both of them underwater, with Maggie's hands on his thighs, and Brad's hands briefly cupping her firm tits. They came up laughing, but the smoldering eye contact told Brad he was in, if he could just get rid of Amy.
After the game ended, the parents and their friends headed for home or bed, the only remaining partiers were Brad, Maggie and Amy. A word about Amy here. Amy was a long limbed beauty, with an angel face, pouty lips, and long auburn hair, and although she had done some small-time modeling, she never really was interested in modeling as a career, and she entered college after graduating from high school. Amy and Brad had sexually teased each other over the years, but there was never any question of a sexual relationship developing, although both were entertained by the thought. Amy had run interference between Brad and Maggie at previous gatherings, mostly from a sense of propriety, but Brad thought, also from a small part of jealousy. Whatever her motives, she needed to be out of the picture.
"How about another round of daiquiris?", Brad asked.
"That'd be great," said the girls, and Brad offered to make them. He moved to the kitchen, keeping on eye on Maggie's cute ass, which was upturned and barely concealed by her short cut-offs as she lay on the floor watching the movie. Maggie looked over her shoulder at Brad, caught him staring, quickly glanced at Amy, and when she saw Amy wasn't watching, blew him a kiss. Brad smiled and felt his cock harden inside his shorts, and he dropped a quick hand to adjust his johnson. Maggie smiled at that, and turned back to the screen. Brad didn't care.
He made a strong batch of daiquiris in the blender, then poured 2 inches of Everclear into Amy's glass before topping up with daiquiri. He brought the drinks back to the TV room, handing Amy her custom drink first, and they settled into the movie. Although Amy commented on the strong drinks, she had two more, and before the movie was over she was asleep on the couch. In this time, Brad had moved to the floor, with his legs gradually moving against Maggie's toned thighs. They talked and joked for a while, easing into the inevitable. After a round of sexual jokes, Brad decided it was time. He leaned in closer, close enough to feel her breath on his face, and locked eyes with Maggie. She had beautiful blue eyes, accentuated by a face tanned by lots of sun, and streaked blond hair from her summer life-guard job. She became shy suddenly, and turned her face away.
Brad placed a hand on her shoulder, and leaned into her, exhaling slightly into her ear. Maggie shivered suddenly, and came to her decision. She rolled onto her back, pulling Brad with her and they kissed for the first time. The kiss started hot, and quickly became blazing. Brad moved his hand to her tight tummy, and stroked her muscular abdomen. He ran his fingers up her side, always stroking, and then he was finally holding her breasts, which were loose under the baggy sweatshirt she'd changed into. She had fantastic boobs lolling around in there, but also firm with youth and with large, hard nipples. He lightly tweaked a nipple and she gasped, before she bit on his tongue and scraped her nails down his back.
Brad moved back a bit and his tongue flicked her earlobe, his free hand reached behind and stroked one globe of her ass, which was damn near hanging out of her Daisy Dukes anyway. His fingers traced down the crack of her butt and around, until he felt the hot and moist strip of denim that covered her swelling mound, leaving her delicate inner thighs exposed on either side. Maggie moaned and then gave a little growling grunt and her hips twitched, her hand scrabbled outside of Brad's khaki shorts, her fingers dancing over his thickening cock, his hips thrust forward a little...
...Cousin Amy stirred on the couch, and shifted position...
Brad and Maggie froze. She had her hand wrapped around his dick, though still outside of his shorts. He had one hand full of sweaty boob, and with the other had just slipped a finger through the side of her cut-offs and under the tight sideband of her panties. He could just feel the warm-wet-hairy-slippery flesh inside and was angling for more when he heard Amy move. He froze. Maggie froze, his clothed dick in her hand, her wet flesh at his fingers. They looked at each other, and a semblance of sanity returned. "Let's move to my room," whispered Brad.
"OK," replied Maggie, "We need to talk about this". And then...her eyes started to fill with tears.
