Brandy spent the next few days sunning her beautiful little, 19-year old body and putting the encounter with her uncle behind her. She was causing quite a stir at the lake, as she seemed to to have a new bikini on everyday. Her female relatives were starting to become annoyed, while her male relatives couldn't wait until she appeared on the beach everyday, to strut her stuff. She was the center of attention at the family reunion and she liked it that way. She had no shortage of offers to fetch her something to eat, drink, or to apply some extra sun screen.
Of her admirers, her cousin Bobby was at the top of the list. Though for him, Brandy was more like an obsession. It all began a few years earlier, when he first saw her in her high school cheerleading uniform, and grew more intense over time. The skirt on her uniform was so short that the slightest move caused it to rise and reveal the cheeky bloomers underneath. Something Brandy either didn't mind, or was completely oblivious to. Her team was called the Terriers and after a big cheer, they would bark, to get the crowd fired up. The image of Brandy bouncing around in that uniform, with a big smile on her face, barking like a dog, was burned into his mind and fueled many fantasies. This reunion was only making matters worse as he was met with the sight of her barely-clad body, everyday at the lake.
Today Brandy was adorned in a string-bikini which was no more than some small triangles of yellow material with pink string tying them together. When Bobby saw her sitting in a lounge chair sucking on a red popsicle, he quickly took up a spot nearby to get a better look. He tried to not be too obvious, but he couldn't stop starring at her. Brandy lowered her large sunglasses, when she noticed her cousin fixating on her. She enjoyed teasing him on occasion, considering him a bit of a nerd. He's better with video games, than people, she once said. She decided to make a show of it, slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth. She had no idea just how obsessed Bobby was with her. If she did, she would have been far more careful.
Bobby mustered a meek question, "enjoying yourself Brandy?"
"I am, but, not as much as you seem to be. Hee, hee" This comment was not only in reference to his starring, but also the slight bulge, which had appeared in his bathing suit.
Bobby stammered a bit, unsure of what to say. Brandy giggled as he quickly retreated back to his cabin. He was eager to avoid being embarrassed further and anxious to indulge in one of his Brandy-fantasies. In his room be laid back on his bed and pictured her as he had just seen, in her yellow and pink bikini. But in his fantasy, he was sitting atop her, applying sunscreen to her back, while Brandy purred beneath him.
"Mmm, oh Bobby, that feels so good. Lower, please."
As Bobby worked his hands down her back, she corrected him.
"No, I mean here..." with those words, Brandy reached back and pulled down her bikini bottoms, offering her ass to him.
"Please touch me here Bobby. Touch my little tush."
Bobby was groaning and stroking his cock with gusto, when his cell phone buzzed.
He saw it was his pal Ricky, who he had been spending most of his time with this summer. Ricky was an awkward guy, kinda chubby and was even less successful at dating than Bobby. The two 18-year olds met years ago at the lake and became good friends. Ricky was staying with his family in a house they rented, a few minutes down the road from the cabins, where the reunion was taking place.
Bobby sighed, but decided to answer it. "Yeah..."
"Bobby, you're not gonna believe what I just found online. I swear, its your hot cousin Brandy." Bobby was frozen in place as he listened intently.
In his never ending quest for his own masturbatory material, Ricky had found some spring-break, wet t-shirt contest photos, online. One which clearly showed Brandy in a line-up of girls, being judged by an enthusiastic crowd.
It was then that Bobby hatched his master plan. Today, his fantasy was going to become reality.
"Where did you find this?!?" Brandy was starring at the picture of herself, that had just been sent to her cell phone.
She was only half listening, as Bobby laid out a deal, on the other end of the line. "What?!? What do you mean?"
"You heard me Brandy, I want you to come over here to Ricky's place, this afternoon. You are gonna give us our own private wet t-shirt show."
"But Bobby, you're my cousin..."
"And you're a spoiled little brat and a tease!" He snapped. "You are finally going to get what you deserve. You are gonna show us, in person, what you did on spring break last year. Wear a white top, so we can get a good look at those tits, or I'll send this photo to your father. What would daddy say if he saw his little princess in a wet t-shirt contest, on a vacation he paid for?"
"That's blackmail you disgusting little creep!"
"Hey, its not like you haven't done it already...just consider it an encore performance."
Brandy's head was spinning. How had she let her friends talk her into that stupid contest? She never thought anyone would find out about it. She took one last look at the image they sent and unsure of what else to do, she agreed to go over to Ricky's house.
Brandy dressed in an unassuming way. A pair of jean shorts and a pink, hooded sweatshirt concealed a much more provocative outfit. She was in a daze as she walked away from the cabins later that afternoon, to meet her fate. An SUV slowly approached, stopped and lowered its window. "Hey gorgeous!"
"Aunt Vicki! How are you?"
"I'm good. Glad to be out of the city for a few days. Have I missed anything?"
Brandy paused, "oh, not really, its been a little dull."
"With you around girl, how is that possible?" Brandy beamed at the compliment.
"Well, we'll spice things up, you and me. How about some quality girl time later with your favorite aunt?"
"That sounds good, I could use some. Well, I gotta go." As Brandy left, her aunt adjusted her rear view mirror and licked her lips, watching her niece's rear wiggle away.
In a few minutes, Brandy reached the summer rental home and timidly knocked on the front door. The boys welcomed her in and quickly escorted her down to the finished basement. Her big brown eyes looked nervously around the dimly lit room. The floor was carpeted, a couch, entertainment center and a small bar filled the space.
