I watch Alex from the house, or sometimes I watch her from the stables, when she is out at the ring. She is so natural on our Andalusian Little Betty, her black hair pulled into a tight French braid and tied with a white grosgrain ribbon. Alex only braids her hair when she is teaching a lesson. When she rides on the trails by herself she wears her hair loose and curly, and I about die.
Alex began working on our farm two months ago, while I was still away at university, after Hazel got pregnant and stopped giving private lessons. Alex, wrote my mother in an email, "is a sweet girl, though quiet. She is staying in Hazel's old room and keeps to herself, much to your brother's dismay (she is quite beautiful)." Stacked, is how Casey put it exactly. Her body is breathtaking. It took my breath away anyway, which I never expected.
I had a few girl crushes at school, but nothing came of any of them, excluding Vicky, my lab partner, whom I kissed once when she was drunk. I watch Alex ride and then go to my room or into the bathroom and touch myself. Alex makes me wetter than any celebrity, any naked picture on the Internet, any jungle juice-drinking biology major ever could.
Saturday afternoon is no exception -- I watch Alex brush Little Betty in the stables and slowly peel her clothing off with my eyes. She is wearing faded blue jeans tucked into soft brown leather riding boots and a white tee shirt that hugged the breasts that my brother and I both lust after. Her hair is pulled back, but in a low ponytail slipped through the back of a baseball cap. She finishes brushing the mare and walks to where I am standing to put the brush back.
I smile at her weakly and avoid eye contact as she approaches. Not exactly the way to seduce this girl, but it's all I can manage. "Hi Alex," I say, moving aside so she can reach the shelf.
"Hey," she acknowledges me briefly and turns and walks away. But then she turns back. "Oh, hey Elise?"
I look up. Her pretty face is shaded by the brim of the hat but I can feel the intensity of her dark eyes. "Could you drive me to the bus station? My cousin Piper is coming to visit."
I smile, genuinely. "Uh, yeah, of course. Like, when?"
Alex shrugs. "Right now?"
I nod. "Let me get the keys. We can take Casey's car."
"I'll meet you at the garage then?" I nod but am already sprinting towards the house. Alex has not said more than five words to me since I met her in May. The thought of being alone with her in the car, for even the six minutes it will take to drive to the bus station, thrills me. I can feel the moisture build below. I shift in my jeans and grab my brother's keys from the table. Then I run up to the bathroom, reapply some deodorant, and meet Alex at the truck.
We are silent for the majority of the ride, Alex staring out the window. "Where is your cousin coming from?" I ask as I turn into town.
"She just got back from Europe, actually," Alex turns to look at me and makes me so nervous I stare straight ahead, still managing to run a red light.
"Sorry," I say, and she nods. I turn into the station parking lot and Alex gets out.
"I'll be right back," she tells me, and I nod, again. I watch her from the rearview and when she goes into the terminal, I start to rub my wet puss from outside my jeans. About a minute passes. I glance into the rearview. No Alex. No mystery European cousin. I undo the button on my jean and peel the zipper down. I slip a finger under my cotton panty and start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I can feel my nipples harden as the blood rushes around my body. I keep an eye on the rearview and quicken my pace, just in case. A bus pulls into the depot behind me and I pause. I wonder if it's Piper's bus. I zip up my jeans and snap the button. I squirm.
The bus pulls into the garage and I watch as eight, ten people scatter to empty cars in the lot. I don't see Alex yet, but then there she is, beaming, as she leads a beautiful blonde to the truck. I don't think I have even seen Alex smile so big. It makes me want her even more.
The door opens and Alex sticks her head in. She turns to her visitor. "Piper, this is Elise, my boss's daughter," she says. I smile as tall, gorgeous Piper slips inside the cabin. Alex throws Piper's duffle into the truck bed and piles in next. It is a tight squeeze and Piper and Alex are pressed close together. Alex is grinning like a little girl and Piper looks at her lovingly. They must be close.
I pull into our driveway and as soon as I turn off the ignition Alex bounds out of the car. She grabs the bag from the back of the truck. Piper turns to me and smiles. Her mouth is beautiful. Her teeth are straight and white, and her lips are full and rosy. But then again, her whole face is beautiful, like Alex's, though there is little family resemblance in their features. Piper has freckles on her nose and on the apples of her cheeks, framing her deep, olive green eyes.
"Thanks for the ride, Elise," she says in a sweet, breathy voice. I nod, once more with feeling. Alex appears by the driver side door.
"Yeah, thanks," Alex throws the bag over her shoulder. "Come on P, I'll show you the horses."
I watch them walk away from inside the truck, and once they are out of sight I unbutton my jeans and finish what I started. My fingers slide down the length of my pussy, and the wetness makes it easier to get inside myself. I closed my eyes, trying to picture Alex but instead I saw Piper, her pretty red lips kissing my face, finding my mouth and kissing me tenderly. In my mind she was naked, the pinkish nipples on her small, pert breasts erect and rubbing against me. Her hands replace mine and now I imagine Piper's fingers inside of me, Piper's thumb against my clit. I start bucking in the seat and am close to coming. I imagine Piper fingering me to complete orgasm as she kisses my mouth, my neck, my breasts. A minute later the wave washes over me and I let out a low moan.
I wipe the cum off my fingers with a Wendy's napkin Casey left in the center console and fix my panties. I toss the napkin in a waste bin by the barn and head back to the house. From the porch I can see that Alex, on Little Betty, and Piper, on my father's favorite Caspian, Amber, are heading out to the trail that connects our farm to the neighbors'. Piper's blond hair is golden in the sunlight, and bounces loosely down her back. I blush.
After a (long, cold) shower I decide to take a book out to the creek. Peppermint, our chocolate Lab, follows me to the edge of the property but loses interest as I start down the trail. The weather is so warm that I am wearing only a lavender tank top and ratty olive green yoga pants. My hair is still damp from my shower and the ends are beginning to curl.
It takes me about 25 minutes to get to my favorite spot, a large smooth rock that overlooks the deepest part of the creek and is shaded by an enormous oak. I sit for a few minutes with my eyes closed, until I hear a splash down creek and Little Betty's deep blow.
In the creek, just a few kilometers away from me, Piper and Alex are skinny-dipping. I feel my skin flush with excitement as Alex emerges from the clear water, completely naked. Her body is more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Her full breasts are perfectly shaped and end with long, brown nipples surrounded by puffy areolas. Her stomach is flat and toned. Her butt is smaller than I had thought, but her hips are full and her thighs...oh, her thighs. She is hairy down there, not that I expected anything else.
Piper, on the other hand, is clean-shaven. Even from my vantage point I can see the exaggerated lips of her glistening pussy. I lick my lips instinctively. She is sitting on the bank of the creek, long legs stretched so her feet dip into the water, watching Alex walk back to tend to the horses. Alex's strong legs are mesmerizing; neither Piper nor I can take our eyes off of them.
I creep behind the rock, not wanting to be seen, but so desperately wanting to join them. I'm not close enough with my cousins to swim in the nude, I think, but then, oh! Alex shallow-dives into the water and Piper chases after her. When they come up their bodies are wrapped around each other and they are kissing, passionately, hungrily. I grab my book and run. I want to watch, but I can't bring myself to stay.
I don't see Piper or Alex until breakfast the next morning, and I can't look at them in the face. Piper is laughing and chatting with my mother, who is delighted by the attention. Even Casey shows up for breakfast, a rarity. Piper has charmed my family, but I am still awed by what I saw yesterday.
My mother asks Piper what she and Alex plan to do today, and I struggle to swallow the oatmeal in my mouth. Piper smiles brightly, and looks at Alex, "Ride horses, of course. I haven't done it since I was a kid, and it's so exciting to be on a farm again."
Mom beams, proudly, and smiles to herself as she begins to clear the table. Alex frowns, suddenly. "I can't take you riding, Piper. I have lessons all day."
"I'll take you," Casey volunteers, and I glare at him, though he doesn't notice. Alex does too, but Mom reminds him that he has to go to the feed store, and then adds, "Elise can take you out, can't you, LiLi?"
