Cousin's Curious Cucolding

After a long and winding ride through the woods, the two cousins--Blake, and Collin--finally arrived at their family's cabin. The rustic structure stood majestically against the backdrop of dense green forest and a sparkling lake, a place they had escaped to every summer since they were kids. The cabin was a sanctuary, a bastion of childhood memories and some deeply shared secrets.

There was, however, a new attendee this go around. Emily, Blake's first ever girlfriend joined the cousins on their annual retreat. She dreamed of a nice relaxing vacation and some quality time with her sweet, if not a bit disappointingly so, and gentle boyfriend.

How Blake had ever landed a woman like Emily was a mystery to everyone, particularly Blake himself, but he was also looking forward to making some shared memories with her and his family, particularly his cousin Collin. Their relationship had taken on many forms over the years and was really more in line with something between brothers. And of course along with being brothers came sibling rivalry. Blake found himself eager to show off his conquest of Emily and a sense of pride when Collin's eyes had almost popped out of his head when he'd introduced them four hours earlier.

As they slid the SUV to a stop on the gravel lot outside the cabin Emily burst open the door and stretched her long flowing features towards the sky with a sigh. Her long, curly blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her long athletic figure was outlined in a casual sundress. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, savoring the familiar scent of pine and lake water. "Ah, nothing like the smell of the great outdoors," she sighed. "Especially after a long car ride with two smelly men."

"You can walk next time," Collin said with a shrug, "Then I wouldn't have to listen to the worst podcasts ever for four hours. Do you always let her pick the music?"

"Of course he does," Emily said, "He's a gentleman, aren't you babe?"

Blake blushed and shrugged.

He surveyed the cabin with a nostalgic smile. "It's good to be back."

Collin, the youngest of the three, leaned against the car, his lean, athletic frame accentuated by his worn-out jeans and t-shirt. His short dark hair glinted in the fading light. "You know what'd make this trip even better?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"A hammock, a smoothie, and a back rub?" Emily asked and cocked an eyebrow at Blake with a smirk.

"I was going to say weed," Collin said. "But sure, you two lovebirds feel free to do whatever. I'll be stuck beating off all weekend. If only there was some eye candy around here." He grinned at his cousin, a challenge in his eyes.

"Don't be so crass Collin," Blake said and rolled his eyes, "And don't be rude to my girlfriend."

"If I didn't know for a fact that I'm the most beautiful woman you two have ever seen, that might have hurt my feelings," Emily said with a laugh.

Blake and Collin laughed with her, but they both knew it was true. There was no denying her feminine charm and on the four hour car ride to the lake Collin had a hard time not staring at the small fine line tattoo between Emily's breasts or feeling slightly carried away by her perfume. He'd made up his mind before they ever left the car that he had to have her. He just didn't expect everything else that would come with it.

Blake cleared his throat, his gaze flicking toward the lake. "So, what are the plans for tonight? Movie? Smores?"

Collin's eyes gleamed. "I say we go skinny dipping," he declared.

Emily and Collin both looked at him, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement.

"Dude, seriously?" Blake said. "We're here with our family. And besides, I don't think I want to see you naked."

"Oh, come on, Blake. I'm just kidding." Collin laughed and patted him on the back, "We all know you are shy about your little guy down there."

"What! It's not small!" Blake shouted defensively, his eyes flicking between Emily and Collin.

"Relax, it's just a joke, dude. If you freak out too much Emily might think it's true!" Collin punched him on the shoulder and they carried their bags inside.

The cabin was a testament to their grandparents' simpler times, filled with worn-out furniture, hand-knitted blankets, and an old record player in the corner. Blake flopped onto the couch, his eyes darting around the room, taking it all in. "Remember when we used to play hide and seek here?" he asked, a wistful smile on his face.

"I remember playing doctor in the closet," Collin said, dropping his bag on the floor.

"We did not. He's joking, Em." Blake protested, but he knew it was pointless.

Emily cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't remember hearing any stories about that when you were convincing me to come on this trip," Emily said.

"Of course he wouldn't tell you. Doctor patient confidentiality," Collin said with a wink.

He leaned in closer to Emily, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I can tell you that he gives a very thorough physical."

Emily choked out a laugh, her cheeks flushing pink. "Oh, Collin, stop. You're going to give me nightmares."

"Maybe we can find some other sort of... adventure to go on. We do have a history of adventure and exploration here don't we Blake?" Collin said.

"No way," Blake said, rubbing his temples. "Last time I went on an adventure with you we almost got us arrested."

"Almost doesn't count though, does it?" Collin said. "I'm going to unpack and take a nap. You two can sit in here and makeout or whatever until the rest of the family gets here."

He shut the door to the bedroom behind him and the cabin suddenly became very, very quiet.

Blake and Emily sat awkwardly on the worn out couch.

"Well?" Blake said, scooting closer and smiling at Emily.

Emily smiled back, but her eyes drifted towards the window, where the distant sound of birds and motorboats carried on the breeze. "It's been a long day hasn't it," she said casually, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress.

Blake followed her gaze, his brow furrowing. "Yeah, I guess."

Emily stood up, her dress rustling softly. "We should probably just relax for a minute. Your family will be here tonight and I'm sure it'll be a lot of catching up."

"I mean we could... or we could do like Collin said and make out for a bit... it's been a while since... you know," Blake said suddenly feeling the stirrings of jealousy.

"Don't be silly babe," Emily said with a laugh, "It's been a long day and I don't think any hanky-panky is on the menu."

Blake felt a pang of insecurity but brushed it off, "Yeah, no, of course not. Just thought it would be fun to spend some quality time."

Emily smiled, "We'll have plenty of that during the week. But for now, I'm going to go freshen up. Which bedroom is mine?"

"The last one on the right... sorry we can't share a room, but you know how it is. Family rules," Blake said.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll have plenty of time to... reconnect later." Emily flashed him a smile before disappearing into the bedroom, leaving Blake with a mix of anticipation and dread.

He shook his head, pushing away the uneasy feeling. He decided to make the best of the situation and headed outside to the deck. The sun had set completely now, leaving the sky a deep indigo. He took a deep breath, the cool evening air filling his lungs. Everything would be fine, he told himself, they'd get their chance to be intimate.

He was still stretched out on the deck when he got a voicemail about half an hour later from his grandmother.

"Hey sweetie, there's been a change of plans. Only your Uncle Ray and Aunt Lynn will be able to make it to the cabin this weekend. There's an emergency with the dog we're fostering and the flight for Billy, Jean, and Claire got cancelled. I'm sure you will all still have a great time. Love you all very much and hope to see you soon."

Uncle Ray and Aunt Lynn got in shortly after and dropped some takeout Chinese on the table.

The smell of sesame oil and vinegar filled the room as they sat down to eat.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Lynn said embracing Emily. "My son has told me so much about you. How are you liking the cabin so far? It's a little rustic, but it has its charm, right?" Lynn said.

"It's perfect," Emily replied, her voice warm and genuine. "I love the simplicity of it all and how remote it is. It's a nice change from all the people in the city."

"Totally agree. But what's still a shock to me is there are so many people in the city," Ray said, "And Collin here can't find a single one to date him, huh?" Ray chuckled, clapping Collin on the back as he took a seat, his plate piled high with lo mein.

"I've got too many options to pick just one," Collin said smoothly. "Maybe I just take after you, dad. Not looking to settle down into anything too serious, yet."

Blake watched as Emily's smile widened, she was enjoying the banter. "Well, as handsome as you two are, I'm sure you'll find someone in no time." Emily fluttered her eyelashes at both Ray and Collin.

"Don't flatter them too much, Em," Blake said a little defensively.

"What? I'm serious. You're both quite good looking. Ray, you're rocking that silver fox look. I bet you could still turn some heads."

Ray chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Well, thank you, Emily. That's very kind of you to say." Ray smiled, his eyes meeting Emily's gaze for a moment. Emily couldn't help but notice his strong, tanned hands, and through the buttons on his shirt she could see the slabs of muscle that formed his pecs. His eyes sparkled with a warmth that seemed to reach deep into her. She felt a strange flutter in her stomach, a mixture of surprise and excitement. She had to admit, Ray was handsome for his age, his hair sprinkled with silver, and his smile genuine and charming. She couldn't help but wonder if that's what Collin would look like in time.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they ate, but Blake noticed that Emily found her eyes repeatedly drawn to Ray. She couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, or the way his hands gestured expressively as he spoke.

As their eyes met yet again, Blake noticed the subtle sensation of gazes brushing past him, like a soft breeze. He turned to see Ray's eyes lingering on Emily, a warmth in his gaze that sent a pang of jealousy through Blake. He stiffened slightly, his grip tightening on his fork as he tried to push the feeling away. It was ridiculous, he told himself. Ray was his uncle, for crying out loud. He was what, 43? But there was something about the way Ray looked at Emily that made his chest tighten, something that hinted at a connection he didn't like.

Blake shifted in his seat, trying to break the line of sight between the two. "So, Collin," he interrupted, his voice a little too bright. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Maybe we could go fishing or something."

Collin looked up from his plate, a mouthful of food disappearing into his cheeks.

He swallowed before responding, "Yeah, maybe. We could drive the boat over to the waterfall. It's a good spot for swimming." Collin nodded to Lynn, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'd love to show you, Lynn. You know, the waterfall's great but there's tons of other exploring to be done over there."

Lynn's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she let out a small laugh, brushing off the flirtatious comment with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, Collin, you're such a charmer. But I'll let you kids go have your fun. It's not the same with an old maid like me around," she said, her gaze shifting down to her plate, unused to the compliment.

"Don't be silly. You're a total cougar Aunt Lynn," Collin said, a playful smirk on his face.

"And I'm sure there are plenty of fish in the sea who'd love to be caught by you."

Lynn laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're too much, Collin. But thank you. It's been a while since someone's called me that."

Lynn's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, her eyes sparkling with a mix of humor and bashfulness. She stood up, her yoga pants hugging her curvaceous body in all the right places, revealing the subtle lines of a toned and flexible frame. Collin's eyes roved over her figure, appreciation shining bright in his gaze as he took in the sight.

"For real. You look amazing, Aunt Lynn," he said, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "Those yoga pants really show off your body. I can tell you work hard." He winked, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Collin, really," Lynn said, laughing and swatting playfully at his arm. "You're such a flirt. I can't believe you're not taken yet."

Blake, who had been watching the exchange with growing discomfort, cleared his throat. The flirting with Emily was one thing, flirting with his mom in front of him was totally another.

Blake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to tune out the banter and focus on his food. But the tension in the air was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel like he was quickly becoming a fifth wheel.

He looked over at Emily, who seemed oblivious to the undercurrents, laughing along with the rest of them. He wondered if she noticed the way Collin's eyes lingered on Lynn's figure, or the way Ray's gaze kept drifting back to her.

After dinner, they retired to the living room where they watched a movie before Lynn and Ray turned in for the night. As Lynn was leaving she stood in front of the teenagers and said, "No funny business tonight. You know how easy it is to get in big trouble around here. No sneaking out. No fooling around." She paused, her gaze lingering on Emily. "And that includes you too, sweetheart. I know what boys can be like, and you're a smart girl. Don't get caught up in any stupid games."

Emily nodded, "Don't worry, Ms. Lynn. I'm not the type to get into trouble."

"Good. I'd hate to have to send you home and be stuck here with my brother and these two troublemaking young men." Lynn smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, but there was a firmness in her voice that brooked no argument.

As Lynn and Ray retired to their bedroom, the cabin fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the old refrigerator and the distant calls of nocturnal wildlife. Blake, Emily, and Collin sprawled out on the worn-out couch and loveseat.

"I guess I'll go to bed. I'll leave you two alone out here so you can do the same as you did earlier or whatever," Collin said and stood up and stretched. His shirt pulled up his body and revealed the cut of his abs. Blake watched Emily's eyes take a quick glance before they returned to her phone. He couldn't see what she was doing but she was typing away at it furiously.

After the door had shut behind Collin, Blake looked over to Emily.

"You wanna pick up from earlier?" He said and tried to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Not tonight, babe. But soon, I promise." She turned away from him.

"Oh..." Blake said trying to hide his disappointment. "Ok."

"I'm going to bed as well," Emily said and stood and began to walk toward her bedroom.

"Uhm. How about a goodnight kiss?" Blake managed as she moved away.

She walked down the hallway and stopped halfway before turning back.

"Ok, sure," she said. She stood between the doorways to the guest rooms. On one side the shut door of Collin and Blake's bedroom and on the other the dimly lit frame to her own.

Blake stood and moved in to give her a soft, gentle kiss. Emily, however, had other plans. She grabbed Blake's face with both hands and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips making a soft smack as she parted her mouth. Blake was surprised but pleased, his body responding immediately to her touch. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his fingers brushing against the small of her back.

For a moment, they stood there, lost in the kiss, their bodies pressed together. Then, just as suddenly, Emily pulled away. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. Without saying a word she glanced up and down the hallway before pulling her shirt over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts gave a satisfying bounce as the shirt pulled them up and then released them back down. Blake's eyes widened, taking in her form, his body responding to her boldness.

"Emily... what are you doing?" he whispered, his voice barely above a hushed breath.

Emily grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward her breasts.

She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, her supple breasts firm and round, her hard pink nipples resting just inches from his mouth. Blake stared, his eyes wide, taking in every detail--the subtle freckles that dotted her skin, the way her nipples stood out, begging to be touched, tasted, sucked.

Blake's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the faint scent of her perfume, sweet and intoxicating. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, where to start. But Emily had no such doubts. She pushed his head forward, guiding him, urging him to take what she offered.

Blake tentatively took her nipple into his mouth, his lips closing around the firm, warm flesh. He let out a soft moan, his breath hot against her skin. Emily gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place. "Oh," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "That's it."

Blake's hesitation melted away, his body responding to her encouragement. He began to suck gently, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. "That feels so good," she whispered. "Harder."

Blake obliged, his mouth sucking more firmly, his tongue swirling around her nipple with increased fervor. Her gasps grew louder, her grip on his hair tighter. "Yes, just like that," she moaned, her hips involuntarily grinding against him.

Blake, driven by her encouraging noises, sucked harder, pulling more of her breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the hard flesh of her nipple. His hands, emboldened by her reaction, moved down to cup her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer to him. Emily let out a soft gasp, her body arching into his touch.

He loved the feeling of her skin in his mouth, the soft smooth texture of it, the fullness of it.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body writhing against him. Blake, caught up in the heat of the moment, didn't notice that Emily's moans had shifted ever so slightly. He was too focused on the feel of her, the taste of her, the way her body responded to his touch. But Emily's subconscious mind had other ideas. As Blake sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her nipple, Emily's mind flashed back to earlier that evening. To Collin's smile, his muscular frame, his playful flirtation. And in that moment, as Blake's mouth worked on her breast, Emily let out a soft moan. A moan that was surely meant to be Blake's name, but that came out as "Collin."

Blake paused, his mouth still pressed against her breast, his eyes widening in surprise.

"We should stop," Emily said quickly, "He might hear us." Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. She pulled away from Blake, her eyes digging into the floor as she hurriedly gathered her shirt off the carpet.

"Maybe we should go into your room?" Blake asked. He moved to wrap his arms around her, but she stepped away, placing a hand on his chest.

"No, Blake. It's just... we shouldn't do this here. What if someone sees us?"

Blake nodded, his brow furrowing as he looked at her.

Emily smiled weakly, her fingers tracing the hem of her shirt. "Good night, Blake." She turned and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.